<?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-17842819</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:18:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the AUDREY factor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>742</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-9076172625563100621</id><published>2009-08-15T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:58:59.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESURRECTION.</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBODYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i miss this place! to be honest, i've still been blogging but at my own little secret LJ which is friends-locked. but it's mostly filled with emo shit and all my personal/private problems. and i miss posting mindlessly about what happened in the previous day, so that's why I'M BACKKKKK. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yesterday was relatively awesome because i went for sze's choir foa thing, which is called Vox Masala II. and i know why! as in, why it's called Vox Masala II. haha. Vox is some language for voice and Masala is a blend of spices. as for the II, okay maybe there was a Vox Masala ONE or something. haha anyway, point is, it was really freaking great! i've never quite enjoyed myself so much at a choir concert before. LOLLIPOP. yayyyy, my favourite song of that night. and sze wing looked sooooooo cuteeeee. haha you were AWESOME, SZE. haha okay i don't think you read this blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and then i got a lift from natw's mom and she said that I LOOKED LIKE I LOST WEIGHT. like yessssssssssss. she said my face looks slimmer and my legs looks thinner! okay, i don't really see that myself but she hasn't seen me for a very long time so she's a better judge righttttt. omg yayyyy. so happy. i will keep up with my gymming! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurms, okay, then that's all of the awesome aspects of yesterday. only two. oh, nice, it balances out. cos there were two sucky parts to yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first: i lost my class rep badge on thursday when i was gymming! as in i took it off and left it on the bench and i forgot to take it back and it was gone. boo. ): so i got it replaced yesterday when i met mdm tham. and shitdamn, i was so stupid, i went into the hod room without thinking through my attire and how many rules i was breaking! thus, i immediately got owned. she made me remove my earrings, she made me remove my necklace (which i ttly didn't want to!!!), she made me lengthen my skirt AND SHE ACCUSED ME OF PUTTING SOMETHING ON MY FACE. said my complexion looks suspicious. like what the hell is that supposed to mean?! what, so i can't have good complexion?? but that's ridiculous cos my face is horrendous now! it's in damn bad condition lah. so i have no freaking clue what she was talking about. after owning me, she went on to ask who my form teacher is cos she's going to talk to him about my "conduct and sense of responsibility. if i find out you're just wearing that badge without fulfilling your duties, i will suggest to him that you step down." omggggg. i was so taken aback and sad and confused all at the same time. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second: I MET ANOTHER PERV ON THE BUS. and this time, i got relatively freaked out as compared to the other times. okay, so i was like on the bus standing up when something like hit my butt. so i turned around by reflex to see what it was. there was like absolutely nothing but this middle-aged indian guy sitting down, with his elbow protruding out and looking at me. so i was like eeeee, and i turned back. didn't want to look at him at all. AND THEN IT HAPPENED AGAIN. i felt something hit my butt again and i turned around a second time and i saw him in the act of holding his elbow back. i can't be like a hundred percent sure he was the one but at that point of time, it really looked like it. plus, i really was standing quite far away from him so it couldn't be accidental. plus, TWO TIMES? nuh-uh. i turned around so i faced him instead of my butt but he kept on looking up at me! so like i moved behind him and he still tried to look out for me. after each stop, he'll like turn his head and watch me. omg it was so disgusting. i just kept praying that he'll get off before i do. when it was finally my stop, i moved to the exit area, but like subtly looking out for him and this time, praying that he doesn't get off. but then he did the whole looking for me thing and when he saw that i wasn't behind him but at the exit area, HE STARTED TO STAND UP omg omg omg omg. by this time, i was like freaked out TO THE MAX. all i was thinking about is how the moment i alight the bus, i'm going to walk damn fast all the way back to my lift. my heart was hammering in my chest and i was like omg this can't be happening to meeeee. i don't even care if i'm thinking too much. i rather i think too much and nothing happen than think too little and everything happened. ew. yeah i eventually ran into the lift with this decent-looking couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poo. gross right. ): hahaha but like it's over. so i'm going to not think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's saturday and i have no plans to go out. which means staying at home and doing homework. if i can make myself get down to it, i really should:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-finish carving&lt;br /&gt;-do more prep&lt;br /&gt;-pw wr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a very strong feeling that i'll end up doing nothing even though that's not supposed to happen. oh well. i'm not known for my strong sense of self-discipline right. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm off now. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-9076172625563100621?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/9076172625563100621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=9076172625563100621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/9076172625563100621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/9076172625563100621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/08/resurrection.html' title='RESURRECTION.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6116320234325888437</id><published>2009-07-06T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:23:36.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter-like updates for my blog:</title><content type='html'>(promise i will have a proper update soon!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh myyyyy acjc collegiate tees are so addictive. i keep wearing them. the love i have for my school is tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to get coloured contacts at cheap cheap price soon! BROWN EYES HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished up blinging lian kim's corset. i think it looks freaking gorgeous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my camwhore shots are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret LJs are &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6116320234325888437?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6116320234325888437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6116320234325888437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6116320234325888437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6116320234325888437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/07/twitter-like-updates-for-my-blog.html' title='twitter-like updates for my blog:'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-1939812633389812025</id><published>2009-06-16T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:29:37.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock you down(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4689_91154525097_724025097_2001195_7164403_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4689_91154495097_724025097_2001189_6433941_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4689_91154485097_724025097_2001187_3257292_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4689_91154405097_724025097_2001173_3332232_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs114.snc1/4689_91154375097_724025097_2001168_4879356_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4689_91154300097_724025097_2001153_663262_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs114.snc1/4689_91154260097_724025097_2001148_5630687_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4689_91154240097_724025097_2001145_6957485_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4689_91154205097_724025097_2001138_6021967_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs114.snc1/4689_91154145097_724025097_2001127_3938337_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4689_91154200097_724025097_2001137_8179969_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes we are. we are awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i can't think of anything substantial to blog about. because my holidays have been like really fun so far. and you can't convert all those fun into words. so you can look at the above pictures and have fun laughing at my retardedness. okay, OUR retardedness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grounded for the rest of this week but i had a good Monday. so. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey is happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;(getting a new room look~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-1939812633389812025?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/1939812633389812025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=1939812633389812025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1939812633389812025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1939812633389812025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/06/knock-you-down.html' title='knock you down(:'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5872941922824242667</id><published>2009-06-14T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:39:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boycrazyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AHzIq_n-DQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AHzIq_n-DQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG MY CUTE GUY OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going die from heart racing into overdriveeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5872941922824242667?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5872941922824242667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5872941922824242667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5872941922824242667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5872941922824242667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/06/boycrazyyyyy.html' title='boycrazyyyyy.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5433213459761002574</id><published>2009-06-07T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:49:35.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVERYBODY SHOULD GO AND WATCH THE HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE. NOT FOR HANNAH MONTANA/MILEY STEWART. BUT FOR THE OMGSOEFFINGCUTE GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;CUTEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i'm going to watch it another time.&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO WATCH IT WITH MEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5433213459761002574?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5433213459761002574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5433213459761002574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5433213459761002574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5433213459761002574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-should-go-and-watch-hannah.html' title=''/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-101345200225146975</id><published>2009-06-01T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:02:25.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know what you're missing (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://xae.xanga.com/f9bf50e730032244796731/w194039506.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Empress Calpurnia Soong IV and Her Officials at The Youth Empire cordially invite you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAUNT IV&lt;br /&gt;7th June 2009&lt;br /&gt;Doors Open 9pm&lt;br /&gt;St James Powerhouse, Gallery and Bar None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the longest running youth fashion events, The Youth Empire's VAUNT has consistently provided audiences with glimpses into the unpredictability of fashion: chameleon and yet, always explosive. be prepared as we are all flung back into the 1980's and into the infamous factory of Andy Warhol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year marks The Youth Empire's final VAUNT production. once again, their diamond-studded creativity will not disappoint. Combining high fashion New York style glamour with the three colours of the German flag (black. red. gold.) for the fashion designs, this may quite possibly The Youth Empire's best show ever. joining forces with The German Embassy, ModelLink, Goethe Institut and The German European School Singapore, the team of brilliant teenagers have been working hard to push the limits of the fashion stratosphere, picking brilliant designers to put together dapper outfits, and beautiful faces to model the clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress code: pop art or industrial wear. Our Fashion Police is on the prowl that night and if you're dressed to the theme, we'll bring you in via the VIP express queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAUNT IV: The Arrival of The Kings will be held on 7th June at St James&lt;br /&gt;Power Station, 8pm till late.&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are priced at SGD22.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would go if i could but i can't, so :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-101345200225146975?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/101345200225146975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=101345200225146975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/101345200225146975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/101345200225146975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-know-what-youre-missing.html' title='don&apos;t know what you&apos;re missing (:'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3916055175101319455</id><published>2009-05-30T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:15:45.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1aa1&lt;3</title><content type='html'>theasthai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83723761731_736966731_1951523_5317250_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83723836731_736966731_1951525_3255295_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83723856731_736966731_1951526_2673721_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83727616731_736966731_1951655_2459794_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83727696731_736966731_1951658_5906039_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83727731731_736966731_1951659_7228941_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83727771731_736966731_1951660_7527505_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83727866731_736966731_1951666_1808636_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83727936731_736966731_1951668_5947220_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83728546731_736966731_1951694_2004943_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abel su's farewell/random shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v645/222/7/736966731/n736966731_1951803_3734458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v645/222/7/736966731/n736966731_1951811_4438626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v645/222/7/736966731/n736966731_1951823_2747989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v645/222/7/736966731/n736966731_1951827_3084681.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83762976731_736966731_1952007_6875874_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83763051731_736966731_1952011_6790128_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83763291731_736966731_1952020_6668730_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83762696731_736966731_1951996_7673901_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83762891731_736966731_1952004_2676426_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iskandar the poser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83727431731_736966731_1951647_6015758_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg my poor jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/4192_83728566731_736966731_1951695_1420823_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3916055175101319455?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3916055175101319455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3916055175101319455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3916055175101319455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3916055175101319455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/1aa13.html' title='1aa1&lt;3'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2430246679009392546</id><published>2009-05-26T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:14:18.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starstruck.</title><content type='html'>i have been living on coffee. but the funny thing is that i've been sleeping earlier. yes, 1am is considered "earlier" to me, live with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need a new blogskin, like seriously. i'm quite bored of the bird spouting out random teardrops and "i believe in tact". huh. well, i still do, but seems like guys around here (okay, just a select few) don't seem to believe in it so why bother putting it in large exaggerated font across the front of my blog? all it does is to mock me now. so CHANGE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe sometime in the june hols la. it'll be simple. but nice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYYY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went for yoga today. (whoo~~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omggg i got so lost at turf city!!! i took a cab twice and paid around ten bucks in total. well, at least i got to that yoga place in time. ohhhhh but omg, it was quite like intense. i'm not kidding when i said that sweat was dripping off my face. it wasn't even like temperature-hot or anything. i was just... sweating. haha. it was a good workout though. i'm so proud of myself for exercising so much. okay, BY AUDREY'S STANDARDS. i think i've sweated more this month than the past year. ew sweat. but i guess it's all worth it. feels good. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will stick to yoga and running on the treadmill for quite a while. then i'm going to move on and look for something else to entertain me with. like maybe take up dancing lessons: HIPHOPPPP. haha then i can dance with avril. or learn the dance moves to all my coolzzz dance songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that i'm actually exercising, i just have to work on watching what i eat. i'm still eating wayyyy too much. i should start doing what james does: bring food from home. okay, thou shalt bringeth honey stars tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIANA&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EoM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AVRIL&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Girls (ying, pei, isk, yvonneee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abel su's farewell gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG A DAY AWAY FROM JUNE HOLSSSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh but abel su's last day. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm should i gym tomorrow? OH. I LOST MY GYM TOWEL. ): AND MY SOVA BOOK. ): x1938575839.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2430246679009392546?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2430246679009392546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2430246679009392546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2430246679009392546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2430246679009392546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/starstruck.html' title='starstruck.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7189615078541743214</id><published>2009-05-24T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:04:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be with youuuu.</title><content type='html'>anyway, guys! meet The Circle Of Care And Share!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;wtf, abraham&lt;/b&gt; says (11:00 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; we are gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;oops, bala&lt;/b&gt; says (11:00 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; extremely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;rawr, avril&lt;/b&gt; says (11:00 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; hahahaha shit this is AWESOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;omg, audrey&lt;/b&gt; says (11:00 PM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; hahahaha. I STARTED IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhhh look at our msn nicks!!! hahahah i loves it! it's so cool. :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody loves my msn nick. cos i'm awesome like that. the best thing? i haven't changed it since forever ago. :)&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/17842819-7189615078541743214?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7189615078541743214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7189615078541743214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7189615078541743214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7189615078541743214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-with-youuuu.html' title='to be with youuuu.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4766028475399210100</id><published>2009-05-20T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:43:05.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you love you some.</title><content type='html'>i have realised, &lt;div&gt;that more often than not, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell people what they want to hear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i make time for people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in hope that they return the favour.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step outside of this bubble, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop living in denial, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cease running away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever i want, life always goes the other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took me long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighzzzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a long week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(frolick&amp;amp;ISCREAM amidst chinese tutorials/gp articles/gp aq/math test)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i've been sleeping earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which means more time to think (before i sleep) = not good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buttttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;june holidays approaching fast and furious. loves, omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need lots and lots of paper for all my to-do lists and calendars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day, i will set up a paper-making factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it will be opposite Granger's and Montag's mirror factory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, daydreaming ends here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actual dreaming to start soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight, people. audrey still loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(4T REUNION PLS, you guys are my drugggg.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha, enter enter enter.(:&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/17842819-4766028475399210100?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4766028475399210100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4766028475399210100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4766028475399210100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4766028475399210100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-realised-that-more-often-than.html' title='you love you some.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6375466747412296550</id><published>2009-05-16T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:36:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so tired of:</title><content type='html'>being misunderstood&lt;div&gt;treasuring a friendship more than the other party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trusting people in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people being so damn blunt and straightforward dammit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not being in mgs anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life sucks. i don't want to go back to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for what, anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people are nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have nobody to blame but myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6375466747412296550?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6375466747412296550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6375466747412296550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6375466747412296550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6375466747412296550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-tired-of.html' title='i am so tired of:'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3242186388669498228</id><published>2009-05-08T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:28:59.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark mocha frappucino. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>i really think it's the caffeine that's keeping me awake right now. i actually have nothing else to do but to wait for my GPP. waiting for it to be sent to me for any touch-up. i could use this time to do my huge pile of overdue homework, but noooooo, i'm slacking right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawr. it's so difficult to do the right thing sometimes. what if you like doing the wrong things? what if you like living in denial? what if you don't know what to do? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway! i met liana and sann and av for dinner today. basically we just sat down at holland v's starbucks and talked. omg, i love all these talking sessions because we do nothing but talk. and we all know how much i love to talk. it's really such a lovely time. i wish it'll never end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIANA, get a LJ! secret LJs are the new things and to read all our secret posts, you much have a LJ first. haha it's how we communicate. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!SOCIAL CALENDAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{friday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bum around from 230 to 430&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet av at 430 cos her school ends at that time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cf @ 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{saturday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frisbee @ acsi (ugh, acsi) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will find a random corner and do all my overdue non-art homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time with uncle? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{sunday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother's dayyyyy. oh shoots, what am i getting for my mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;church with av.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch @ subway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAINT OVERDUE PREP WORK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{monday} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emilyyyy and jacqqqq, if all goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;{tuesday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rugby finals? if yes, I WOULDN'T MISS IT FOR THE WORLDDDD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still can't believe i missed out in the acjc-acsi rugby match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CK SCORED THE FIRST GOAL. omg i'm so so so proud of himmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no it's not. rugby finals = 22 may. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm, no plans then. sch ends at 210. aweshumz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, econs essay test. OMG MUG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{wednesday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothingggggg. yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{thursday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ditto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;econs case study test. OMG MUG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{friday}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CF @ 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dental app @ 8. finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you know when to book me. :) &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/17842819-3242186388669498228?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3242186388669498228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3242186388669498228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3242186388669498228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3242186388669498228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/dark-mocha-frappucino-3.html' title='dark mocha frappucino. &lt;3'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-12118374441476411</id><published>2009-05-05T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:17:47.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exclusive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/kenz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody's broken heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buried six feet under.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all her other parts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to vultures when in hunger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because only we get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-12118374441476411?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/12118374441476411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=12118374441476411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/12118374441476411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/12118374441476411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/exclusive.html' title='exclusive.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3556687513100923463</id><published>2009-05-03T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:38:09.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but here you are again.</title><content type='html'>i think the barrier did some "serious" damage to me. or maybe it's just the long weekend where i really didn't get any homework done at all. (DEATH BY ART- this is like my new favourite phrase to quote whenever i don't get any art done but it's due.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for one, i keep wanting to go shopping. and like actually buy stuff. weird right. i have all these random pieces of clothings floating around in my head and i really want to buy them. for example, i want &lt;a href="http://espimages.biz/2132/I/104/783/lrg1460-Boot-white.jpg"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. partly cos i feel like changing the style of how i dress. my dress phase is still ongoing, surprisingly. today i went to far east with av and bought accessories on impulse. i don't regret the purchases but i feel guilty. not like i actually have lots of money. brokeeeeee. i want to go back to The Box, they have amazing tops. :D i also want perfume. i don't know why, just all of a sudden. hahaha strange. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fb states that natw cut her hair short. and suddenly i feel like hacking my hair all off. just doing something for a change and like shocking the hell out of everyone. but i really really like my hair right now and it takes such a long time for it to grow backkkkk. hair extensions? nah, they're not the real thing. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus, i love Lady Gaga now. she's like amazing. loves her songs. my current playlist (which i listen from youtube. loser right.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Michael Buble)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. My Life Would Suck Without You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Kelly Clarkson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Right Round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Flo Rida ft Keyshia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Cookie Jar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Gym Class Heroes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Don't Leave Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Pink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Shattered Glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Britney Spears)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. If You Seek Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Britney Spears)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Lady Gaga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Money Honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Lady Gaga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Just Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Lady Gaga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Pokerface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Lady Gaga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i probably should just buy her album. save me the trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my music taste isn't the best, but i like listening to them songs. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawr, not going to school tomorrow = SO GOING TO CATCH UP ON HOMEWORK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3556687513100923463?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3556687513100923463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3556687513100923463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3556687513100923463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3556687513100923463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-here-you-are-again.html' title='but here you are again.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5398997474779882316</id><published>2009-05-02T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:10:38.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carpark barrier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ansador.co.uk/images/products/610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the aboveshown object slammed down on my head, i thought the sky was crashing down on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i'm glad to be alive, my head now hurts like a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;total FML moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(think it's going to be a while before i ever step into acsi ever again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5398997474779882316?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5398997474779882316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5398997474779882316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5398997474779882316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5398997474779882316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/05/carpark-barrier.html' title='carpark barrier.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7028667408827298603</id><published>2009-04-24T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:05:38.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't keep my hands out the cookie jar.</title><content type='html'>tsk, a certain woman keeps asking me to update but she doesn't even update her own LJ as often anymore. &gt;:( update update!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what to say! okay, let's start randomly. it's what i do best anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my tests so far are like quite okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GP - 47.5/50 hahahahahahahha beat that, kenneth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math - 17/25 i was extremely extremely bummed out about this one until i learned that the highest in our class was 19. plusplusplus i didn't study for it. so going to mug for the next one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese - not out yet but i'm second in class, so shouldn't be that bad right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha yay! i love how i'm like a total nerd here. it feels nice to actually do above average for once. going to mug my june hols away and do vvv well for my terms. OGL, here i come! i so want to be one, it's not even funny. okay, it's quite funny la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;social life = very exciting. hahaha not only mine but others~~~ so many "complicated" relationships that seem to overlap in one way or another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss today! it was nice. we surprised laura and even though it isn't as grand as how AD3 do their birthdays, it was homey. laura was happy, i could tell. but like being who she is, she basically continued with her cold front. her pancake cake. loves it. the aunty should just put it on the menu. i love how we're so ingenius. and then sewing like crazy in the library. lian kim's IS skirt. but i couldn't finish it in time!! ): oh wells. then walk around art gallery with kenneth-- ee scary. back to hang out with fel but she went off first. kenneth's mom came then i sat outside the school for half an hour before my own parents came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uncle has another race tomorrow- pray for him, guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i don't know what to say anymore. waiting for people to come online!!! rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7028667408827298603?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7028667408827298603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7028667408827298603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7028667408827298603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7028667408827298603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-keep-my-hands-out-cookie-jar.html' title='can&apos;t keep my hands out the cookie jar.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3610800442385271155</id><published>2009-04-18T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:44:36.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contentment much.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i haven't blogged in a really long time either, but that's only cos i felt discouraged about nobody tagging. because i assumed that nobody tagging = nobody reading. but i've been assured by a certain someone that she still does reads my blog, just that she doesn't tag. i'm sure she knows who she is, so hello darling! loves you. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wells, my life has been one big pool of UGH after theatre week because i'm still lagging behind and struggling to catch up on homework. i really have to finish up everything soon or the excuse of theatre week will just die off. and you know how such stuff accumulate like crazy, so i better stem the flow before it gets worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far, the one that's really killing me is art. I AM SO BEHIND. omg. but everybody has been amazingly nice about it. minh came over after i got scolded by the Glove and was all "we can do this!". i was so grateful for his encouragement that i seriously felt like just hugging him. but i can't cos, you know, he's a guy. so i just smiled at him in this tired but super grateful way. and then there's kelly too. i used to think she's like this distant mg art girl whom i'll never really talk to. but then she's so nice cos she told me that she thinks i'm better than her in art. i don't know if she really means it, but it's not very true to me and i was so freaking touched that i just hugged her and went "omg, you're so nice, kelly. you're the nicest person ever." i might have told her i loved her too. i'm not sure. haha then my AA1 artfriends: ruiyang, laura and isk. they're the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claire's backkkkkk. omg so happy. it feels like she never left. the same way how i can visit mg after a long period of, say, three months, and feel like i've never left the moment i step into the concourse. the sense of familiarity is so overwhelming, it's amazing. you just know you're home and you'll be safe there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, my train of thought is totally thrown off by the korean version of Chris Brown's Forever. it's called Insomnia by a Wheesung. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, so anyway, yesterday, we hung out!! jacq and i walked over to ib after school to meet sze, natw and liana. then claire came! so we walked all around ib trying to find some other mg sbc girls. we managed to uncover nic, char and la. awesome, righttttt. okay, picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs031.snc1/3212_73175263020_584253020_1709886_8014287_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh i miss everybody already. haha i'm wearing the pretty pink hairband that claire got for me. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs031.snc1/3212_73175043020_584253020_1709877_2700787_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs031.snc1/3212_73175468020_584253020_1709893_6015373_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves you, claireeeee. haha and you too, liana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we went of to the daily scoop for icecream. avril arrived cos school ended at 430 for her. from there, we took a cab to wisma. what i did next is a secret. :D tell you guys on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, pictures from theatre week. it's not alot, but still. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs005.snc1/2807_156965230225_560335225_6577062_3175775_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs005.snc1/2807_156968470225_560335225_6577109_1863875_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs005.snc1/2807_156968475225_560335225_6577110_4967582_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs037.snc1/3301_68480087405_639912405_1756536_5902510_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs016.snc1/2978_163445140252_616310252_6414058_1783130_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2936/94/32/715326764/n715326764_2123461_982180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then last sunday, we celebrated claire's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/2949_178987550257_729170257_6581022_2972250_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/248/89/729170257/n729170257_6580968_1530102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/248/89/729170257/n729170257_6580957_2574075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, that's about it. i hope this is long enough for people to tag. AHEMAHEM. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3610800442385271155?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3610800442385271155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3610800442385271155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3610800442385271155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3610800442385271155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/04/contentment-much.html' title='contentment much.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-1209068083440909749</id><published>2009-04-12T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:14:08.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another chapter closed.</title><content type='html'>NOBODY TAGS ME ANYMORE. WIN.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think if i ever want to be in cast, it'll be when i'm j3. that'll be damn funny, i think, cos everybody else will be so pro and bored with being a cast member while i'll be there, hopping around being excited like the j1s cos i'd be performing onstage for the first time ever! haha retardedddd. BUT even then, in the words of Mich Wong Jr, "i'll always be No. 1 Costumer and No. 2 Cast."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just read &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/recordtape"&gt;sze&lt;/a&gt;'s blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"night. take care and in the words of one of my bffssssssssssss love you miss you will always be there to hug you!!!!!!!!!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awwww, i just got quoted. yes, i said that and yes, i am one of her bffs!! like how she's mine too.  aweshumz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my entire theatre week has came and went. i was happy and sad, hot and cold (haha nah not really, just felt like saying that). lots of fun at theatre week and it certainly contributed to being one of the best experiences in acjc so far. not sure if it made it to the list of the top ten experiences in my Life because i would think that all those experiences would have taken place in mg. sigh, loves mg. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love hugs!! they're like the nicest things on earth. but it'll be strange going around hugging people. like i'm not seen as that type. jumana can. jumana can go around hugging people and it's fine because that's who she is. like we all love her for it. but nobody really sees me like that. in any case, i still like to hug and be hugged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next time you see me, hug me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-1209068083440909749?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/1209068083440909749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=1209068083440909749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1209068083440909749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1209068083440909749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-chapter-closed.html' title='another chapter closed.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7900850267358447401</id><published>2009-04-06T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:47:47.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ambivalent.</title><content type='html'>rawr, theatre week. wellz, in all honesty, it's tiring. but if i look past all the endless sewing, perpetual designing and constantly-updated to-do lists, it's actually quite fun. and like in a very strange and peculiar way, we bond through all the scoldings and weird stuff that we do. like febreezing each other more than the clothes. or dancing so openly because there isn't anybody else but costumers around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighs, at times i really want to quit costuming cos it eats up so much of my time. but like i think of all these awesome costumers and i feel so reluctant to never hang out with them ever again! arghhh. emotional moment much. (and isk goes "you're on your own" hahahahahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wellz, talking to people online now. haha it's like my only thread to any form of socialising, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like, there was actually so much more that i wanted to blog about. but like, now i'm just completely thrown off my train of thought/distracted by msn. so, i'm just going to msn all the way :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7900850267358447401?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7900850267358447401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7900850267358447401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7900850267358447401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7900850267358447401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/04/ambivalent.html' title='ambivalent.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8931208933372525489</id><published>2009-03-29T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:40:51.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>image heavyyyy.</title><content type='html'>sigh, i am procrastinating again. because i am so supposed to be doing my art now. okay, but i'm not going to text anyone or call anyone or skype anyone or msn anyone and i sleep at an average time of 1230, so i think i can do this. please please, God, help me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. just random pictures from earliest to latest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs034.snc1/2597_60326295668_574980668_1684195_2470985_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DARK EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs034.snc1/2597_60322325668_574980668_1684124_5032639_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isk, joan, me, yinghui, yvonne-- 1AA1 people who turned up for the Methodist Walk. loves my class. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1609402_6465650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty star lights. this was during sbc party and we played around with the various functions of nat's dslr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1609410_2902064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1609253_4014713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1609249_2695938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1609207_3263969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1609169_229363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2680/178/71/617115279/n617115279_2732610_7836423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;costumeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs039.snc1/2670_59815486183_612381183_1935080_2006743_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2644/73/84/560335225/n560335225_6295414_2534685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1591761_3135922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bandage2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1591755_1105140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1591744_1941225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2608/23/34/592930539/n592930539_2776107_6065303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2583/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1591727_6358683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what the guys say/think, i miss my hair. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs034.snc1/2597_56666115668_574980668_1626882_1829149_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq@jo's house, except i only went for 20 minutes of wii-watching. hahahaha tsktsk bala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs034.snc1/2597_56088200668_574980668_1615882_3940046_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i like my ponytail in here. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/2671_55589733796_737253796_1627775_6941666_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanch's birthday. haha this feels so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/2671_55589153796_737253796_1627766_3135220_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2409/142/104/563708912/n563708912_1407003_7429340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;og dinner @ fish&amp;amp;co, the glass house. ahhhh we MUST have another one of these!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;so, that's like my life in a few flashes of pictures. there's still so much more that isn't reflected in the above pictures, but in general, life's good. the only thing that makes me feel like dying is art, but i'm sure "it'll all get better in time". haha loves that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs and what-to-dos. phonecalls late at night/skyping sessions/multiple msn conversations- my life only begins after nine. haha so i have no life today because i need to do art. stayed back in church today to do lit. i seriously need to have better discipline. oops, gp articles!! sighz, i promise i will catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but! costume! i was so bent on quitting costume on saturday afternoon. then something changed and i want to stay. but, it really depends on how much time it has to take up. because art &gt; costume and i cannot let my art suffer. i like being part of a big family though; the big black drama family. haha. i got the Black Collegiate shirt!! it's so cool, i can't stand it. feels exclusive. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the time! 837. and i'm still not starting on my art. alright, art calls. as reluctant as i am, i must must must leave. till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make it easier when life gets hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8931208933372525489?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8931208933372525489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8931208933372525489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8931208933372525489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8931208933372525489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/03/image-heavyyyy.html' title='image heavyyyy.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-1354439265678140576</id><published>2009-03-25T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:07:20.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://x18.xanga.com/0dbf43fa52434237553099/q187775526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loves this shot. i loves you too, szeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xa5.xanga.com/048f346245433237553092/q187775521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereeee, all better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-1354439265678140576?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/1354439265678140576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=1354439265678140576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1354439265678140576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1354439265678140576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4499582993270332971</id><published>2009-03-22T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:54:14.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos this is real,</title><content type='html'>HAHA, HI FRIENDS. it has taken thou a longeth time to update. i don't know why i'm speaking like that but i think it's quite fun. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been having fun with my webcam!! i video-call avril quite a bit and we end up taking like retarded shots. hahaha let me show you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/one.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/two.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/four.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA AVRIL'S FACE IN THE LAST SCREENSHOT IS EPIC. i think she will hate me. but whatever. as you can very clearly see, she was laughing at me in the msn convo at that time. so. NYEH NYEH.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh, i realise i have nothing substantial to blog about. is my life really that boring/frivolous? haha i don't have cool stuff like dance or canoeing to blog about. because there's nothing cool about costuming. OH except maybe the fact that i managed to make my own hairband!!! i'm wearing it to school on monday so i can show it off to everybody/ when people ask me where i got it from cos it's so pretty, i can answer I MADE IT! whoooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha okayyyyyyy. (i love doing this cos it's so purposefully annoying, don't you think so?) the whole dragging last alphabet thingggggggggggg. so eyesore, like seriouslyyyy. haha! okay i shoud probably stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to sleep now. maybe a better update tomorrow lah. my new life = turning my old world inside out and upside down. that's 7 parts good and 3 parts bad. i hope it'll improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Built To Last by Melee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heartwrenchingly sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-4499582993270332971?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4499582993270332971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4499582993270332971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4499582993270332971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4499582993270332971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha-hi-friends.html' title='cos this is real,'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7910389083705860726</id><published>2009-03-15T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:07:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop goes the weasel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 601px; height: 450px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/P14-03-09_1920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bandage 2. taken with my pretty handphone with lousy camera. shit, it's damn huge. i don't know what size to resize it to cos i don't want it to get all weird and gross.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope the others upload bandage pictures asap! i'm like on fb 24/7 just to wait for the pictures. i'm feeling a bit better from yesterday thanks to church. i went to subway for lunch with av, and the original plan was to do our homework, actually. then shaun called and i pretended to be avril and he didn't even realise. hahahahaha that was hilarious. then someone else called and we went over to gelare where everybody else was. plan =  watch movie = i don't mind. but i'm like broke. so i had to borrow money from bala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we watched Race To Witch Mountain which was awesome because Annasophia was in it. oh right, speaking of which, i'm going to imdb the guy. hold on. i find him like really really familiar! AHHH YEAH, SEEEEEE. i know why he's so familiar!!! he acted in The Seeker too. and i watched the ending of that show on tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(omg, GETTING ON MY NERVES. ARGH.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, lost my blogging bugs. seeyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7910389083705860726?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7910389083705860726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7910389083705860726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7910389083705860726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7910389083705860726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/03/pop-goes-weasel.html' title='pop goes the weasel.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2380720841026891143</id><published>2009-03-14T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:36:26.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you keep forgetting who i am; a girl.</title><content type='html'>i don't know about you, but i always thought that i was a very dependable person. a person that someone/anyone/even everyone can go to if they need a good listening ear, a person to bare their soul to, a hole in the ground to whisper a secret too. but recently, i'm just really tired of having to convince people that they can trust me, tired of not being trusted. and at times like these, i miss mg lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mg made life seem so much easier. if this is what a comfort zone does to you, then wow, let it be. i want to stay in a comfort zone forever. to heck with how unhealthy that is. when i try to change myself for the better, i get told off for listening to others and to stop changing because i should just 'be yourself'. when i try to be myself, i get told off for being too bimbo/bitchy/girly/useless. i have learnt to see myself in a different light and i'm not sure i'm happy with what i'm seeing. because that's really not me. and i don't know how to show you the real me. because i'm not in mg and my mg girls are not with me. i'm only really me when i'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'm being paranoid about my parents suddenly reinforcing this superstrict curfew on me. i don't understand the basis of it. maybe it's because i compare my curfew situation to people with no curfews at all and i just don't understand. i'm just really sick and tired of always having to leave early. i want to stay and be part of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't my parents trust me enough. i don't care if this is the wrong mindset but who the hell would want to kidnap me or rape me or rob me? and if they think i have a boyfriend, WELL I DON'T. i'm not that stupid to paste a post it right there for every one to see. (haha yes, thanks avril for doodling on it "MY FIRST DATE".) you think it's that easy to get a boyfriend ah. like seriously! boys. i've had enough of them. they're so horrible. i want to go back to mgs! i repeat, i am not attached. i don't have a boyfriend. right now, that's the last thing i want to have. i'd rather have third degree burn scars than have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so annoyed and tired and sad and worn out. maybe in comparison to the troubles that other people have, this is nothing. but it's something that has been bothering me and this is like the last straw. I HAVE PLANS IN THE MARCH HOLIDAYS. PLANS TO GO OUT AND ACTUALLY SOCIALISE/HAVE FUN. WHY CAN'T I DO THAT WITHOUT SOMEONE PERPETUALLY BREATHING DOWN MY NECK.&lt;br /&gt;i know studies are important! i know i need to do well! i want to do well! but is it so bad for me to have a personal opinion that friendships are more important FRIGGIN GRADES?! sick and tired of parents placing all these adult concerns on me, a TEENAGER. LET ME LIVE MY LIFE. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO MUG TEN YEARS AWAY AND LOOK BACK AND SEE THAT I HAVE GAINED NOTHING BUT EDUCATIONAL CERTIFICATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i can't deal with all these shit anymore. i'm going back to where it really matters. i'm going to pray and have my QT. i still can go on and on but nobody gives a hoot about how affected i am anyway. my brother's probably going to read this and tell it to my parents. so sickening. i wish he was mature enough to know when to do the right thing and stop being such an annoying asshole. contrary to what people tell me, i do wish he'd just hurry up and go into this emo teenager phase. that way, he leaves me alone and i leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight folks. it's been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"and when you hold my hand, you hold my heart."&lt;br /&gt;go, finding michelle. even though your lead singer's hair sucks and should shut up/stop defending himself, you guys were great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2380720841026891143?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2380720841026891143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2380720841026891143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2380720841026891143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2380720841026891143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-keep-forgetting-who-i-am-girl.html' title='you keep forgetting who i am; a girl.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-969284205777308656</id><published>2009-03-07T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:44:01.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only two types of guys out there.</title><content type='html'>me &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;= don't see the point of having a blog anymore&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;= sad that nobody tagged!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELVIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANCIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay, talk about birthday galore. :) i wasn't able to do anything for melv and joy which was sadddd. i can't even do anything next year cos i won't get to see them. hm maybe they'll be coming for for their a's results. ooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sancia's party was really enjoyable! i went to felice's house to bake her cookies first, with bryant, ck, jingen and weixin. then we found out that abel and weixin couldn't make it to the party and ernest decides not to come along either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(haha, i'm very confused. but this is regarding something else. so let's get back.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we arrived at the party pretty late but only her st nicks friends were there, so the guys hung out with the darts while fel &amp;amp; i hung out with melo, charmaine and xishi. if that's how their names are spelled. haha. hanlin couldn't come in the end. haha melv was like "pang seh la!" haha. then i played darts too. it's quite addictive, actually. you just feel like throwing the dart time after time. rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i'm quite sleepy now, so i will summarise the rest. we cut the birthday cake, sang the birthday song, shared racist jokes, took pictures and then i gave a ride to jingen/ck/melv. now my brother thinks i have cool friends. hahaha yay! i have cool friends. loveys my og. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must plan something for march hols. i will make it on a weekend and force melv to drive. it'll be uber cool! then he can give me a ride back home too, since i (okay, not me, my dad) gave him a ride home. i hope the church retreat thing will be announced tomorrow so i know when to arrange the og outing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm okay, think i'm going to sleep now. church tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-969284205777308656?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/969284205777308656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=969284205777308656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/969284205777308656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/969284205777308656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-dont-see-point-of-having-blog.html' title='only two types of guys out there.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2611233204827851927</id><published>2009-03-02T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:33:00.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not sure i made the right choice anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2611233204827851927?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2611233204827851927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2611233204827851927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2611233204827851927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2611233204827851927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-sure-i-made-right-choice-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6441346512022903455</id><published>2009-03-01T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:49:28.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's good?</title><content type='html'>omg, my brother is being annoying like AGAIN. i know, WHAT'S NEW, RIGHT. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, he went and got himself a spanking new itouch, which i totally wouldn't mind if not for the fact that we would have to help him download itunes and basically, do all the shit for him! i hate how he doesn't think about all these BEFORE buying the damned music player. and now he's singing to Akon's Right Now (Na-friggin-na) but changing the lyrics cos for some stupid reason, he can't access the itunes store thus being unable to put games into his itouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAWR. okay, at least he's quiet now. omg, i can't stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway! i think today has been a considerably good day? subway with avril and bala. but i don't get econs. like in a shit-i-am-going-to-fail-econs kind of sinking feeling. i'm so lost! i just look at the questions and i'm like HUH. math is okay, i think i kinda caught up in the sense that i have gotten back into the rhythm of things? lit... OMG MY TOP GIRLS. i totally need to get another copy asap and read act 1!!! art = tomorrow. one quality pencil portrait coming upz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what else to talk about. except that i wore out my bianca heels today. :D and humzzzz, i'm going to cut my hair? yeah like quite a lot. but when i showed avril, she was all "yeah like that makes a difference." IT DOES OKAY. i know people think that my hair is too long, so i'm making an effort to make it not-too-long. like how i have to consciously be not-so-pink, because i'm really scared that one day people won't be able to stand how pink i am and just stop talking to me. or they get irritated that i'm so pink and secretly wonder what i'm trying tp prove or think that i'm very fake. SIGH WHY IS PINK THE BIMBO COLOUR, LIKE SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. okay, i'm going to go eat my medicine now. then i will wait myself to become drowsy and i shall go sleep. except maybe i won't be able to leave my laptop by then because everybody comes online only late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6441346512022903455?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6441346512022903455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6441346512022903455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6441346512022903455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6441346512022903455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-my-brother-is-being-annoying-like.html' title='life&apos;s good?'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-457885911586012908</id><published>2009-02-28T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:50:10.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iced apple tea.</title><content type='html'>shit, i feel shitty. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been coughing non-stop since the cross country rain. and from there, the cough evolved into a runny nose and a gross scratchy voice. haha i think it didn't help that i talked so much yesterday and ate freely (potato chips and my ikea meatballs), but oh well. i'll just stay at home and rest on monday because i got my mc. :) except i asked for an mc for pe and she didn't give it to me. she said something which i didn't catch. rawr. i really don't want pe! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's homework for me now! art and econs. i will do those tomorrow and monday, when hopefully i stop coughing every two seconds. it's really annoying and i think i annoy the people around me too. Ken keeps asking me to stop clearing my throat. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha and just when i'm starting to get preoccupied with school work, i feel like going out with my new friends all the time so i can get to know them better. and there's the old friendships which i treasure so dearly, so i have to make time to maintain them. rawr, where's all the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! i got my paycheck cashed! so now i have 182 bucks. plus my own meagre savings, i can get my pink lg ice cream, like finally! yay me = happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(hmmm, a lot of stuff i want to say, but i don't know if there's anyone i can confide in. maybe i should just start a journal. that'd be nice.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-457885911586012908?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/457885911586012908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=457885911586012908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/457885911586012908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/457885911586012908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/02/iced-apple-tea.html' title='iced apple tea.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7513237397469834482</id><published>2009-02-26T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:52:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just dance.</title><content type='html'>never thought i'd say this, but i think the reason i haven't been blogging is because i get the impression nobody reads my blog anyway. but then again, i force myself to remember that this blog's first and foremost purpose is for me to record everything that happens in my life. nevertheless, it is discouraging to visit my own blog, only to discover that the tagboard hasn't moved at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, it's been a long time since i last blogged and obviously, so much has happened since then. for example, 1AA1 happened. haha :D i like my class. other than the fact that i'm the class rep (which really forces me to be responsible, not that i mind. being/learning how to be responsible is a good thing), i've been busy maintaining friendships, be it new ones or old ones. i see sze quite often that i don't feel like we're in different schools? okay, rephrase. i see sze quite often despite being in different schools that i don't feel like there's a distance between us every time we see each other. if anything, i think we're closer now. in a way. I CAN SKYPE HER. omg, haha, it's so cool okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm, oh, art has been pretty interesting nowadays. 16 periods throughout the week, eating up all my free periods. not that i mind. as long as i do well for it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, there's really like nothing else to blog about. or maybe there is, like the fact that guys seem to like to bully me ALOT. super mean to me pls. but whatever, i shall take it all with a pinch of salt, instead of a pinch on their arm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a beetle somewhere in my room and i am feeling extremely uneasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7513237397469834482?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7513237397469834482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7513237397469834482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7513237397469834482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7513237397469834482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-dance.html' title='just dance.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5178067876189214386</id><published>2009-02-19T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:29:55.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world slows down</title><content type='html'>alright. so i have since cheered up, and decided that life doesn't suck as bad as i made it out to be. my class is 1AA1 and that's cool cos i wanted to get into an AA class. the reason is stupid but i'm just going to tell you anyway. cos, A = Arts and A = Audrey! awesome. i think i can get to love my class quickly because everybody hates the sciences with me. also, everybody takes like Lit, Math and Econs + DEP/ELL/Art. so it's like really nice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've uncovered my talent for names and faces. this orientation period at acjc really tested my ability to match faces to names and vice-versa. i'm glad to say that i'm not bad at it. i have random new friends and i secretly like walking from one point to another, all the while saying hello to five different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still hanging out with my og, they're like awesome. i lovey them to bits. i'm going to try planning a few og outings. so far, there's a sunday lunch and a saturday concert. tuny! bring your camera k. :) haha okay, i just realised that she doesn't read my blog. haha nevermind, i'll remind her when the time comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, sancia and i ponned the math lecture accidentally because we were talking to hanlin and just lost track of time. haha we're like the two losers hanlin always see rotting in the void deck. i think i ate alot today, which is good i suppose because i haven't been eating much recently. all in all, i had butter waffles, three cheese sausages, a can of green tea, a packet of chips, a cup of bubble tea. wow. i'm so used to feeling hungry perpetually that it feels funny when i'm not hungry half the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and then during some break, bryant/tuny/machu went to get the entree council forms and hahahah omg it was hilarious what they filled it in with. i can't remember word for word but it was super retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;use three words to describe your personality: &lt;b&gt;sexy and persuasive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are your expectations of the entree council: &lt;b&gt;i believe that the entree council can single-handedly stem the current economic crisis. also, i would like to make more friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friggin retarded. i was like laughing all the way. then we played the finger game and stupid jing en managed to make the cute tune sound gross. i lovey the finger game, but it's just different when you don't use the cute fanfare sound!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the others went off for the bio lecture, barker/ernest/sancia/me/joseph/machu went to the cafe to chill. we basically just sat there and talked. barker promised to bring board games tomorrow so that we can play in the cafe. sanch and i are going to pon math&amp;amp;lit to stay in the cafe to play games. i will emotional-blackmail everybody into ponning lectures with me because it's unofficially the last day you can hang out with your og. timetables out on monday. i hope mine is okay. ohwell, monday = hang out more with class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, there's cf @ 5 tomorrow. which means there's more time to kill! haha tomorrow ends quite late anyway. two sessions of mbti (which i totally do not mind because i love personality tests. hanlin says it's quite accurate.) followed by contact time. oh crap, do you think the class teacher will ask who wants to be class rep then? COS I WANT TO BE. and i think i have competition for the spot. :( pray for me. it's like the first time i want to be a leader of any sort. og rep doesn't really count cos i don't really do anything, just be there for them to call me "boss". hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder where my thumbdrive went to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i'm breaking out! so i'm going to take a long long long shower today. which involves lots of skin pampering. have so many different facial products which i can use but never did because me = lazy. haha i shall condition my hair too. i think i need to put in more effort into taking care of my hair. my mom claims i have dandruff, like OMG WHAT. plus, she wants me to go for hair treatment again! i'm hesitant because hair treatment leaves my hair looking brown/copper in the sun, which leads to people asking me "did you dye your hair?". i mean, okay, so people used to ask me that alot too but i felt proud saying "nope" because i really didn't do anything for my hair to look so brown. but now, it's like "erm, no. i go for hair treatments." which sucks because they're two different things but people think they're the same anyway. so they give me the "oh, so you dyed your hair la" look after i tell them that. rawr. i need a haircut too! fix my fringe and trim my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imma youtube now. loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;audz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5178067876189214386?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5178067876189214386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5178067876189214386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5178067876189214386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5178067876189214386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-slows-down.html' title='the world slows down'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6706750664092162846</id><published>2009-02-17T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:05:15.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two is company.</title><content type='html'>sighz, i'm feeling so mixed up right now, even after pouring out everything to sze and jacq. i don't know what will help me this time, seriously. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, but today was made an awesome day because after school, i hung out at jacq's house and we laughed over ancient neoprints. it was really funny because we all look so different and thank God i look like how i look like now. except maybe in two years' time, i'll be laughing at the now me. at least there's room for improvement. i ponned the squash recreational club meeting at the bleachers cos i wanted to go over to acsib to visit sze. plus all the lovely mg girls, like natw, julia, liana, la, char, sandra, daphne, grace fong, denise foo. i hope i didn't miss out anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so some of us sat down in the SAC and just talked. minfeng came a bit later and justin/shaun was there too. so we hung out and went to holland v together cos we need dinner. actually, we don't really need dinner. so we went to coffee bean to find a cosy spot and just let loose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jacq didn't have much to let loose, which is good. sze and i were totally taking turns to complain and whine and groan and omg, i feel like i can just go on forever. i mean, of course there're the good parts, but she had heard it all before when i talked to her on the phone a few days ago. it's like i'm finally getting all the sucky parts after enjoying myself to the max. and it's just really discouraging/depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what really gets to me is that it isn't anybody else's fault but mine. sure, i keep saying that it's almost as if i'm suffering from culture shock in my own Methodist culture but to be honest, it's not even really the Methodist culture anymore. i guess i have no choice but to change for the better, and not like it's bad. it's cool that someone tells me what i'm doing wrong, thus giving me the chance to correct my wrongs but like, i can't help but feel that is part of who i really am. not to say that i'm really ______, but it's just a part of the mg culture that i seem to refuse to let go. now i see that i can choose to keep it with me, maybe just reveal it selectively. i know i can completely be myself in front of my mg girls and it's alright because that's already who they know Audrey Tan to be. and like, that's what we do all the time anyway! but since i'm no longer in mg, no longer a mg girl, no longer with my mg girls, i have to adapt to new situations/environments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess this is what they mean when they say life always has its ups and downs. after going up the past week, i'm going down down down now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would say that my NG in acjc is keeping me from hitting rock bottom, but now, i'm even losing them. because classes are out tomorrow and i keep feeling like i'm going to get a sucky class. okay, not really. i'm just really worn out and tired by the process/thought of making new friends. plus, there isn't any orientation. they're just going to make us sit together during assembly like everything's going to be okay, like everybody knows each other. it really hit me like a blunt bullet when it was mentioned that "you should know that an og is only temporary" because i knew that all along, except i never realised the true extent/meaning of it. all this time i've been making myself love/accept my og (not that it's difficult), and i was so thankful for Zira. then all of a sudden, they're just going to go like that? i know it's not as if they're leaving me forever, but it won't be the same anymore. how am i going to survive without sancia and felice? they're like the only people who really understands all my complaints and woes. sancia, please please be in my class!! (i love you too, fel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i'm just being overdramatic and emotional. but i'm sorry, i can't help it. i'm also trying my hardest to make myself look on the positive side-- we will all cherish our og friends even more/widen our social circle. i know i will probably be closer to some og mates after being in different classes because then we wouldn't have the time/heart to magnify all their flaws. it's like "oh, i only have so much time to talk to you and catch up with you, so obviously i won't spend those time noticing how your uniform is weird/you're insensitive/you talk funny." all their flaws will automatically dim and eventually, you just don't notice them at all. so, i suppose that's good because it's always good to be able to see the wonderfulness of a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so now, letting the pictures do the talking as to how i spent my vday-- celebrating my biff's birthday!! yayz to picnic @ botanic gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v645/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2639938_7096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v645/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2639939_7503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v645/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2639944_9254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2269/116/22/574980668/n574980668_1520055_4018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vday in school was awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v645/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2639731_9838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2168/142/104/563708912/n563708912_1337405_9312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2168/142/104/563708912/n563708912_1337398_6860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire's farewell (omg i'm so friggin tanned i hate it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.pe.facebook.com/photos-pe-snc1/v2224/116/22/574980668/n574980668_1494892_2416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. tomorrow will be a better day. i'm bringing my baby to school so i can youtube with supersanch since we only have one lecture that entire day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6706750664092162846?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6706750664092162846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6706750664092162846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6706750664092162846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6706750664092162846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-is-company.html' title='two is company.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5424626726568677735</id><published>2009-02-15T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:52:23.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pink babyyyy</title><content type='html'>LIKE YES, I FINALLY GOT MY PINK LAPTOP.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lovey it to bits. it's like so awesomely pretty. i've just finished creating all the recovery disks thingy and now i'm downloading my much-needed msn. haha. everything's so pink, i'm like quite amazed i'm not irritated. like okay, i obviously won't be irritated, but i really do wonder if i will ever get sick of the colour pink. i know that if someone were to step into my room, they'd really be overwhelmed. i mean, after getting this laptop, my entire pinkness have gone up to the next level. i love it. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wells, let's talk about school! i haven't blogged in an age. i love school lots now, even though it's really just the company that i'm enjoying. lectures are gross but i guess i can't really complain cos i don't have much lectures to attend. most of the lectures are like for the science students. the only ones i have to go for are math, econs, gp and lit. so before i could actually bring my laptop along with me to school (like tomorrow!!), i will have to sit down at the void deck and STONE. do nothing for hours on end. maybe throw in a little groaning/moaning session about how much time i'm wasting/how there's nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so i started this blogpost out with the intention of blogging like for enternity. but msn has its own way of taking up all my time and attention. i completely forgot i was even typing a blogpost out. right. so maybe i'll blog again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow = fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos there's school, which equals to zira which then equals to heartx. (ew gross) and then i'm hanging out at ikea with my normal gang. MEATBALLS. and then after that, arts night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am loving acjc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5424626726568677735?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5424626726568677735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5424626726568677735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5424626726568677735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5424626726568677735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-pink-babyyyy.html' title='my pink babyyyy'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3015244876901407764</id><published>2009-02-08T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:09:13.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i may be so frank.</title><content type='html'>ORIENTATION IS OVER, MY LIFE IS OVER.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha kidding. but orientation was really da bomb. i don't ever want it to be over. :( first two days were quite bad but wednesday onwards, everything started taking off (there must be an airport nearby!). dirty games were like seriously dirty. the first day, i couldn't take water. the second day, water seemed like nothing beside starch and mud and whipped cream. i didn't get super muddy though, so it's okay. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love my og! GO ZIRA. haha i guess it's cos i sort of have an identity already. despite it being not-so-satisfactory. nicknames i accumulated over orientation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanyang Girl (LIKE WHAT.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bimbo (SO NOT.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink (haha this one i don't mind.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boss (cos i'm og rep. haha funny.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i am totally jumping from place to place because the next thing i wanted to type was DID YOU KNOW MY HOUSE = OLDHAM? haha so awesome right. :) like cos it's a decent english name and not three alphabets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have an art proficiency test tomorrow to decide whether i can take h2 art. it'll be really ideal if i got in. but if i don't, then it's h2 geog. i don't know what geog is like yet, so it depends on the introductory lecture tomorrow. i hope it isn't very bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so it's almost confirmed that i'm taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H2 Lit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H2 Art/Geog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H2 Econs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H1 Math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H1 Chinese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's right. this girl here ain't dropping chinese and she's not out of her mind k. as you all know, i was really devastated by the D7 i got for hcl and i have since thought it over. must be cos of complacency. so i'm going to take chinese in a levels and prove to myself that i CAN do it. plus it gives me an extra 10 points for the a's. i think i'm going to be quite mugger this year cos i want to do well so that i can be an ogl next year. and also, again, to prove that i CAN do it. it's suddenly all about challenging myself. i guess it's good. i should probably build up all these pep talk/self-motivation and convert them all into action. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. now that's one decision down. the next is about cca. i signed up for squash, theatre and dance. before you think i'm crazy, theatre = backstage = costume + makeup. and dance, well, i think it's fun. and i've been told by my lovely lovely ogl that he can see me as a dancer. so might as well. if i don't get in, then don't get in lo. i still have squash anyway. haha i'm still very happy-go-lucky about this kinda stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i really just want these two years of jc to be really packed and busy. like living life to the fullest. i mean, everyone keeps saying how jc will become the two best years of my life. i personally think that those two years = sec3 and sec4 but i might change my mindset in another two years' time. who knows, right? plus plus the fact that all these cca stuff will look good on my university resume/portfolio thingy so in the end, it's not for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, orientation has made me realise the extent of how accepting i am as a person. like literally, nobody is too gross to be my friend. it's just a matter of whether i WANT to accept you or not. cos there are some whom i can't seem to get along very well with. wellz, my og is awesome. we have all these tiny things that we do that really bonds us together. eg, sharing bf/gf stories. these are really personal details that you keep close to your own heart and the fact that you have shared it with the entire og makes it seem like you've really opened up to all of us. even though some were quite stubborn, everybody eventually shared a story or two. and that shows that everyone's trying to be an active member of the og. almost like everybody is contributing a portion of their heart to form the og's heart. and to extend this metaphor, i guess i really have to thank my ogls for stitching these various mismatched portions together. (hahaha please look past my pathetic attempt of being poetic. total FAIL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, i have no idea what to blog about anymore. actually i do. but it's like only a mist. was once there but then it slipped away and now i can't remember. so i'm not going to bother. haha. i'll update again as soon as possible!! really, i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME HIT ME UP, COME HIT ME UP, (love the &lt;a href="http://livethelegacy09.blogspot.com"&gt;singles dance&lt;/a&gt;!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;audrey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3015244876901407764?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3015244876901407764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3015244876901407764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3015244876901407764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3015244876901407764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-may-be-so-frank.html' title='if i may be so frank.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2040266768250694769</id><published>2009-02-01T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:32:18.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whodunit.</title><content type='html'>absolutely nothing from my ogl. NOTHING. i am like half dying, waiting for information but nothinggggg. grahz, no email either. what if&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA OMG I JUST GOT THE CALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house phone rang and then my mom was like "your orientation group leader" and i'm like "OH OH OH OH OH." my dad said: "how do you know?" then my mom replied "cos it's a guy." haha which kinda gave me a headstart cos i was expecting a girl. so i said hello into the phone and my ogl said hi back and told me he was "melvin (i think that's how you spell it) and i'm your ogl." then i said "cool." hahahaha shit i'm so retarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, so he asked if i have pen and paper with me. but i didn't so i ran all around the house trying to look for pen and paper. then he made me take down a few stuff which i have to take note of, but i already knew about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come come, let me tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my clan = azlan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my og = zira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY AWESOMENESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me = veh happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but kicking all these orientation stuff aside, i went out with natz and claire yesterday! i was an hour late but claire was even later. i met nat at macs where she was tapping away on her mine ee pc. we then embarked on a journey of Finding Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear, we walked back and forth from lido to macs to McCafe so many times, the shopkeeper/buskers probably could recognise us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"where are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"where are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;? i'm at macs!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;we're&lt;/i&gt; at macs. but we don't see you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm outside."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"okay okay. see you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we still don't see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all the "outside" and the "near the make-up area", nat and i strayed to bobbi brown when suddenly nat went "claire! what are you doing here!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out claire heard M.A.C instead of macdonald-macs. hahahaha. funnaye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we then walked over to taka and basically talked. go to nat's blog to see what we talked about. and then she has all the pictures too. but being the terrible narcissist that i am, i am going to post up the pictures with me in it! :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2092/248/89/729170257/n729170257_5769905_7589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2092/248/89/729170257/n729170257_5769906_9568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2092/248/89/729170257/n729170257_5769912_7704.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2092/248/89/729170257/n729170257_5769913_68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2092/248/89/729170257/n729170257_5769914_2869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2092/248/89/729170257/n729170257_5769919_2795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh dear, i realise i didn't take any pictures with na-- WAIT A MINUTE. i did! my polaroid!! but damns. i don't have a scanner or anything. omg. okay, i'll post it up some other day when i get it scanned it. it's nobody's loss if i don't show it though. COS MY ARMS LOOK DAMN FAT IN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha one of these days, i will correctly resize the pictures. i promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOHOH OMG i can't believe i almost forgot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad's getting me my vaio laptop!! yayyyyy. nat&amp;amp;claire, this means i can skype! haha, aweshumz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. 830. think i will sleep pretty early tonight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2040266768250694769?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2040266768250694769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2040266768250694769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2040266768250694769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2040266768250694769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/02/whodunit.html' title='whodunit.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2171250503772804857</id><published>2009-01-31T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:26:13.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finely grated orange peel</title><content type='html'>i hate it when i feel like i have no life and everyone else around me are doing something fun WITHOUT ME. like, yesterday night totally magnified all my pet peeves and i don't know if it's just me. okay, what am i talking about? of course it's just me. if i were to make a list of all my pet peeves, it'll make me seem like such a annoying person. whatever, but in general, i don't like waiting for a sms when i have nothing to do. like i try so hard to distract myself, but suddenly i get reminded and go check if i have a new message. NONE. i throw my phone back on the bed every single time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay whatever. yesterday was a rollercoaster ride, and it wasn't even ten in the morning. haha. i think i got the posting msg at six. something vibrated on my bed beside me so i rolled over and checked my phone. all i saw was "TAN JIE JIN AUDREY" and "ANGLO-CHINESE JC ARTS" and i smiled, rolled back and promptly fell asleep again. (haha i received 60 msgs yesterday.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so before ten am, there were many shocking revelations which put me in a really grumpy mood (whenever i think about it) because i swear, POSTINGS ARE SO SCREWED UP. and doctor ong. like omg, even though i laugh about you all the time, i seriously thought better of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, i had an exciting day out all by myself! yes, moving past all the screwed-up postings, i stepped out into the world with nobody else to accompany me but handphone msgs. haha okay, pictures to show my schedule. i'm very organised like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/PB302930-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/PB302931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, so i baked apple-orange muffins yesterday according to the recipe that emily gave me. i think i put in too much orange juice so i tasted a bit weird. i'm super self-conscious about my own baking. my mom keeps on nagging that i eat up everything that i bake which i will retort without fail "because nobody wants to eat!!!!" i don't want to know if that's true so i just eat up everything myself. later, i'm going to bake banana-chocolate muffins. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after baking, i'm going to force myself to complete my mission because i keep procrastinating. i shouldn't, because time is running out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2171250503772804857?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2171250503772804857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2171250503772804857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2171250503772804857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2171250503772804857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/finely-grated-orange-peel.html' title='finely grated orange peel'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7007600462037825190</id><published>2009-01-29T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:54:18.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>astigmatism.</title><content type='html'>(sorry i have not yet mastered the art of resizing pictures. nah actually i'm just lazy.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2111/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1409567_640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2111/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1409576_189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2111/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1409579_5548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2111/48/110/584253020/n584253020_1409580_5928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hairstyles rock. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2066/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2525618_4366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2066/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2525639_9083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2066/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2525646_1334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2066/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2525647_1965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2066/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2525645_982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all the decent pictures out of the way, i present to you The Photobooth Adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459845_9495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459841_1840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459837_3526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459838_5648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459861_2534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459870_8760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459831_471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha and then the solo retarded ones of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459860_305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459880_8021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2459882_1471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2066/53/5/592065861/n592065861_2525610_1885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's right, i abuse furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha so yesterday was fun. we played lotsa bridge, I MISS IT ALREADY. i love love lovey bridge. brings back memories of Japan! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was library+ribbon shopping+SLICE with natw. haha yay, love the summer fling. it's like so freaking awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and school is starting next monday! postings out tomorrow! i'm quite excited actually. yayz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have absolutely no idea why i am so not in the mood for blogging. you can quite tell, right. anyway, tomorrow is library(to pick up specs)+baking+secret day. all by myself. it will be an eventful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohoh! my parents rented Ip Man to watch. i thought i wanted to watch it but now i think that i don't bother too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRIDE WARS ON FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. and holland v!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgomgomg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first day of school plans are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will ALL be in our respective school uniforms! (i am so looking on the brighter side of life/half-full glass of water here.) and like i think i will finally buy my polaroid film tomorrow just to mark the occasion of First Day Of School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am going to facebook/youtube now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos it's still too early for msn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7007600462037825190?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7007600462037825190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7007600462037825190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7007600462037825190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7007600462037825190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/astigmatism.html' title='astigmatism.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-9078351524268315018</id><published>2009-01-27T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:06:38.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see and why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS BLOGSKIN IS STILL IN PROGRESS. LAYOUT A BIT MESSY BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SOLVE IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AVRILLLLLLLLL. SAVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am currently trying to download a newer version of msn cos there seems to be something wrong with my sister's msn. and something wrong with the o button on her keyboard. i have to press extra hard on it or everything i type will becme smething like this. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wells, i lovey my cny because i had pretty new clothes to wear and pretty new shoes and this is probably the time of the year when i love my mum the mostest. oh, but yesterday was monday and that means kara left singapore and it was significant because last night, almost all my dreams had something to do with her. it was like my subconscious was saying byebye to her for me through my dreams. so i woke up and was like, "oh no, kara left." haha maybe it'll be the same for claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grahz, i don't know what to blog about. hold on, let me bloghop for a while and maybe when i come back i will have something to crap about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, allow me to insert something random right about now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2092/248/89/729170257/n729170257_5728462_490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regardless of what miss choi sze wing might say, i think this is a good picture because EVERYONE LOOKS NICE IN HERE. who dares to say otherwise? if you do, don't tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawr, i don't know what to talk about! i am so frustrated. there are times when something happens and i get this ridiculous urge to blog about it so i can remember it/share it with you guys BUT I CAN'T because i don't have a keyboard to blog with. and i feel bad if i insist my sister lend me her laptop every night since it is, after all, hers. but then again, i don't want to have to ask my dad to buy me a laptop because it might be a waste of money. okay fine maybe not a waste of money because it will be put to good use. more of, i don't want him to spend so much on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. i just got a twitter acc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://twitter.com/antiquitylies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what i'm supposed to do with that, but if you can/want to add me as a friend, then please do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright (haha i have no idea why, but i keep saying "alright" nowadays) i am going to start on a new blogskin for natalie chin's sake. it will be minimally pink for you, nat, but still pink cos i'm not as self-sacrificing as i'd like myself to be. haha.&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/17842819-9078351524268315018?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/9078351524268315018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=9078351524268315018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/9078351524268315018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/9078351524268315018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/see-and-why.html' title='see and why.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2457407381441346742</id><published>2009-01-24T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:41:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and suddenly i see</title><content type='html'>yay, so i'm home alone now, waiting for my hair to dry naturally (didn't want to blowdry it cos i'm going to bun it up later anyways) and waiting for the right time to leave the house... for jogging!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha omg, i'm so proud of myself for actually voluntarily wanting to run/exercise/sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm going to run tomorrow too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh really? that's good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it's not just good. it's a miracle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rights, so the past few days have been spent with my darlings, namely natw sze jacq av. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last day of work, which i talked about in a previous post already. all five of us met up at heeren to shop for school supplies for sze. she bought her vvv cute converses, which i hope will make her more excited about going to ib. i can't really remember, but then we walked over to cine to look for her bag, which wasn't that difficult to find because she already knows what she wants. found a nike bag there and she's going back today with her parents to get it. i think school supplies shopping is the highest level of shopping because 1) it's necessary, like total NEED and not WANT. okay, this is debatable but whatever. girls are girls. 2) you don't have to use your own money because school supplies should be paid by parents. yes, that's what i say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, so other than the school supplies shopping (haha everything is coming back to me now!), it was the Great Eating Expedition because we walked from cine to far east, which is quite a distance but i don't mind walking nowadays because i take delight in any form of exercise, no matter how obscure it is, even standing. so we first go to far east for Ajisen Ramen but it turns out to be Ramen Ten (oops). we eat there anyway and saw ohsofickle too. she's only a year older but already has her own shop @ haji lane. way to go (i say in a non-sarcastic tone).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it's time for a SUMMER FLING @ SLICE!!!! omg, talk about all-time favourite dessert that i will never ever get tired of! made up of milk slice and mangoes and mango syrup and the condensed milk which i guzzle over. SO NICE. omg, sze can testify. natw's parents too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all these food, we say byebye to avril because she was going back by mrt but we are all going back by bus. on 171, jacq natw sze and i decided suddenly to go to kap for supper/sit and talk. but then an extremely hilarious situation happened which left me laughing so hard, i cried. but i shall talk about that after this. after the ramen and the TWO mango desserts (you can never just have one), we went to kap and proceeded to gorge ourselves silly. fries and cheeseburger and macwings and coke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, the most i have eaten in a span of, like what, three hours? yeah. no wonder i went home and like sat on the toilet bowl for the longest time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALRIGHT, time for The Extremely Hilarious Situation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see, natw and jacq were sitting next to each other on the back row of the bus. then me and sze were sitting in front of them, but separated by the corridor in the middle. so it sort of formed a circle if me and sze sat with our legs facing towards the corridor instead of facing the front of the bus- makes it easier to talk. so lalala, we were happily talking when SUDDENLY, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;choo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the man beside sze sneezed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sze JUMPED OUT OF HER SEAT IN FRIGHT, going "AH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg and because i was sitting directly opposite her, i saw the look of fright on her face in the second that she jumped up and it immediately got frozen in my mind, causing me to laugh the hardest i have ever laughed in my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess i felt quite bad for the uncle because his sneeze was really loud and thunderous. but sze was classic. i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY, LA'S SURPRISE/CLAIRE&amp;amp;KARA'S FAREWELL PARTYYYYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la's surprise was awesome in the sense that we encountered so many obstacles but in the end managed to pull everything off so successfully. i'm not going to go into details, but please note that i could recount everything in a storybook-like manner if you want. i know you guys don't like reading such long posts anyway, so just short&amp;amp;sweet/straight to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;natw me jacq ahma were already in the SAC when we saw tye and fok (i don't actually know them, they're sze's church friends whom i can recognise by face because i'm awesome like that). another group of people were stuck outside of the school because the extremely anal security guard didn't allow them in and they didn't want to sneak in/climb over the back gate/run past the security guard. so we all went out, including the abovementioned tye and fok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a noisy and heated (because it was so freaking hot that day i hated it) discussion at the bus stop about what to do next. lots of ideas were thrown in, but because chin and claire insisted we wait for them at the school gate (or actually, they insisted we just wait for la at the school gate), natw sze jacq and i stayed back to wait for them. the others boarded a bus and went back to la's house (this is the type of surprise which i name AMBUSH).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my secret plan was to surprise la at school with natc's cake so that the second surprise will be even better cos she wouldn't expect it at all. (you know, innocently thinking that it has been a great birthday cos we surprised her once already.) the surprise at school turned out quite nicely even though we lost la for a while and was freaking out big time: "where is she?!" but we found her in the end and thus, a group of girls standing the middle of a guy-dominated canteen sang la a birthday song with absolutely no care about people looking at us. she teared, i think. (awwwwwwww) so we hung around eating the vvv delicious cake that chin made for her. then we left after a while so that char can bring la back to her house and the second surprise can take place. i saw fb pictures and could tell that it was a huge success too. AWESHUMZ. i lovey surprises. sze's sweet sixteen still takes the cake, that one was like one entire day PLUS it was last day of o's. has to be the best day of 2008-- 13th Nov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the farewell party was super fun too. there was guitar hero, but me and avril didn't get to play drums. oh well, next time. i played fooseball! and then there was also "who knows claire and kara best?" where some of the questions which jacq natw me predicted really did come out. for eg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claire's in the alto section of choir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claire's favourite colour is red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claire's height is 155&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we found out that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claire's ambition is nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claire's mom drives a Toyota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we thought that everyone knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claire's sister's name is Sara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kara's mom drives a BMW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kara strokes her food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kara last read Kiss An Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kara's height is 165&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kara's dad's name is Kok Ann (or something like that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kara's siblings' names are Ariel and Ivan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there was a song session and speech. which was really touching and there were points when i was trying not to cry. esp when it reached my turn and i said stupid random stuff which couldn't fully express the love i have for claire. :( like it was all in my heart and if only i could let her feel what i was feeling. haha, "with besties, it's always personal" because jiap and denise didn't give a speech and i overheard someone saying that. it might be the self-proclaimed Ip Man, i'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of which, i finally get the "the sequel to Ip Man is Express Man" joke!! tag if you don't get it. i will take much delight in explaining it to you cos it's really quite funny. hahahahaha. i'm so slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and sze went to coffee bean after that while everybody else went for cell and jacq went home. i would've tagged along for cell if it didn't end at ten. my dad doesn't like me reaching home so late. so coffee bean was great because we talked out sze's problems and sometimes, just by talking about your problems, your heart feels lighter by half even though it's not actually solved yet. i think it's just the knowledge that someone else now knows about it, and you're not the only one keeping it bottled up inside. furthermore, it's always good to confide in someone else your problems because chances are, they see things in a different light and you get new insight-- like a logical breakdown of your problem and suddenly, just suddenly, you get it. either you find a solution, or you understand why it's bothering you. epiphanies; don't you just love them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2457407381441346742?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2457407381441346742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2457407381441346742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2457407381441346742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2457407381441346742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-suddenly-i-see.html' title='and suddenly i see'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2745152073302395699</id><published>2009-01-22T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:54:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"this is afterall text-only."</title><content type='html'>don't know why, but that sounds very sad in a beautiful way. like those one-liner statements.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, haha ignore me. i have very stupid thoughts. but that post of sze's was really nice. not only because she says that talking to me is very nice (that's right, people! talking to me on the phone is super therapeutic. too bad you don't have my number), but also because she really has such a way with words. okay fine, i guess i only think that way because i know what's she talking about. for people who don't, then it'll all seem a little confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well wells, sze, i like talking to you on the phone too! i think, in many ways, you always keep me grounded- to reality, to our morals, to what's right. then there's the way you always look at things from so many different povs, which comes in useful because you really know how to turn a situation upside down/inside out/better eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, putting that aside, i have totally lost the blogging bugs. i'm so distracted by msn. it's like i don't come online that often, so when i do, so many people are clamouring to talk to me (haha kiding) that i can't seem to respond quick enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't remember what i want to blog about now! OH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, people, i quit my job today! actually i quit it yesterday, but the person begged us to stay for one more day. so we did. being the very sentimental person that i am, i made a card for kenny and paolo, the two team leaders in charge of me + natw + other part-timers. judging from their reactions upon receiving the card, i think that making cards for people is so totally going to be soemthing i'll go more often starting from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like kenny was at first quite strict about the fact that natw managed to finish up her promised 40 successful calls, but i only had 34. but then we produced the card and he totally agreed to let the card replace the missing successful calls. at that moment, i finally realised what the storybooks mean when they always say "his face softened" because i swear his face did. like he became instantly nicer. same applies for paolo. pictures of the card are with natw, like duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i cannot stand it anymore, it's so hot and i'm sweating like crazy and i don't know what else i want to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since tomorrow will be an awesome and eventful day, i'm sure tomorrow's post will be much more exciting. :) it's okay if you don't read this post (or my blog, for that matter), because &lt;i&gt;this is afterall text-only.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2745152073302395699?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2745152073302395699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2745152073302395699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2745152073302395699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2745152073302395699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-afterall-text-only.html' title='&quot;this is afterall text-only.&quot;'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-1999352299832987458</id><published>2009-01-21T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:47:41.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i'm blogging from work, so this will be short because i don't want to get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, there is like something wrong with the calling system and i can't call out, no matter how many times i keep re-trying. I HAVE HEADSET HAIR. haha it's quite horrendous. a slightly worse version of BED HAIR. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess work has been fun with natalie wong sing yee. but she gets so many verified calls (haha, work slang) that she probably earns twice of what i would earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, did i mention that i'm telemarketing now? haha so cool, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm going to quite sneaking around. blog more when i'm home! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-1999352299832987458?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/1999352299832987458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=1999352299832987458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1999352299832987458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1999352299832987458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-im-blogging-from-work-so-this-will.html' title=''/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4567518399489324775</id><published>2009-01-18T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:07:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chimera names.</title><content type='html'>i don't remember if anyone who is concerned reads my blog, but i have come up with a couple of couple names!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know like how they like merging couple names together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;angelina jolie + brad pitt =  brangelina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;katie holmes + tom cruise = tomkat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i have some of my own! except i shan't name out the individuals, and if you manage to guess who they are, good for you! keep it to yourself, k. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here are the two: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) justelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) jacqen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn, the second one quite obvious hor. HAHA BUT ONLY JACQ WILL KNOW THE BEST LA. are you smiling shyly at the computer screen now, jacq? i bet you're not. of course you're not. why would you. you have no reason to smile, maybe except cos i bring sunshine into your life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-4567518399489324775?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4567518399489324775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4567518399489324775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4567518399489324775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4567518399489324775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/chimera-names.html' title='chimera names.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6184705830776851752</id><published>2009-01-16T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:29:20.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>banana chocolate/banana walnut muffins!</title><content type='html'>haha yay, today was actually quite an awesome day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up late, caught up on youtube vids, jacq came over and we picked put a mismatched outfit for tomorrow, laughed damn alot at my disgustingness, had lunch, lazed around on my bed before setting out for emily's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took lrt then mrt then emily's mom picked us up from the station and brought us to her house. yay we get to see emily again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started baking, which is always fun. haha we baked 15 muffins altogether. watched Catch Me If You Can with Tom Hanks and Leonardo DeCaprio. Jennifer Garner was in it and Leonardo's character paid a thousand bucks to "buy" her for an entire night. right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha then we stayed for dinner and had spaghetti, which is what we always have when we stay for dinner at emily's. and not like it's on purpose, which makes it funny and coincidental. talked alot over dinner and after dinner until we had to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything was much funner than i describe it to be. i'm a bit dead and emotionless now. ohohoh! GP tuition together plzzzzz. haha, that'll be aweshumz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i basically wanted to press down the post below this cos i hate emo posts, but i can't delete it because life's not like that-- you can't delete what you felt the day before. you can only try to press them down with other emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6184705830776851752?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6184705830776851752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6184705830776851752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6184705830776851752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6184705830776851752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/banana-chocolatebanana-walnut-muffins.html' title='banana chocolate/banana walnut muffins!'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4908030870761233317</id><published>2009-01-16T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:48:17.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pain in my chest where the heart lies.</title><content type='html'>I HAVE IRRATIONAL HATES AND RATIONAL LOVES.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE DON'T UNDERSTAND, BUT IT'S ONLY BECAUSE I DON'T WANT/DARE TO TELL THEM. SO I SHOULD STOP SELF-PITYING MYSELF AND JUST TELL SOMEONE ABOUT IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD, I'LL TELL YOU TONIGHT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TONIGHT, JUST ME AND YOU, IN MY PRAYERS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW YOU'LL SORT IT OUT FOR ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU'LL BRING ME THROUGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-4908030870761233317?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4908030870761233317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4908030870761233317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4908030870761233317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4908030870761233317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-in-my-chest-where-heart-lies.html' title='a pain in my chest where the heart lies.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5973414832746012538</id><published>2009-01-15T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:09:29.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am calling on the behalf of symantec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2382586_6394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2382587_9381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2382608_6019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2382624_835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v653/204/58/593166209/n593166209_2382595_4958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, yay, now you all remember me! and how i look like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was my first day of work together with natw and we were calling expertzzzz already. haha i called out to people in malaysia, pls do not doubt. do you know what is malaysia's country code?? SIXTY. (singapore's 65 btw/fyi) and do you know what is KL's area code?? THREE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just to show off a little,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuala Lumpur is a city. and the state in which KL is in = Wilayah Persekutuan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Petaling Jaya is a city. and the state in which PJ is in = Selangor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the above add up equals I WIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha people who needs to study malaysian geog should just go telemarket. righto, tomorrow is my BAKING DAY WITH EMILY AND JACQ. oops, caps. haha whatever, nice effect. like i'm shouting at you. HAHAHA. or, as others insist, it brightens up an otherwise monotonous sms. (OH I SEE.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever, i'm high on nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till the next time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5973414832746012538?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5973414832746012538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5973414832746012538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5973414832746012538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5973414832746012538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-calling-on-behalf-of-symantec.html' title='i am calling on the behalf of symantec.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5977544252787741188</id><published>2009-01-14T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:37:07.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl x.</title><content type='html'>hahaha i am at sze's house now, after coming back from far east where we each had a summer fling and a sub. (AVRIL, FUNNY MAN ALEX WAS THERE!) then we cabbed back. 10.60 bucks okay. haha but the uncle was quite nice, he was old but can speak english. i am super amazed when older people can speak okay english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my days have been eventful. that's good. since i complained about uneventful days a few back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;church and then hanging out with avril. lunch at sub/walked over to taka/art friend/70 bucks byebye/kino/natw and sze @ mos burger/ walked around aimlessly until sze and av decides to go and change into their dresses/see liana and jacq/ SEOUL GARDEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs chen got bangs, which is something i totally approve of. haha and miss tan looked great too! love the shoes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, then me natw and sze decided to take 171 to kap. hahahaha PERV. WE MET A PERV ON THE BUS. sze was so traumatised even though she wasn't the one that got her ankles kicked by the uncle n times/pressed down by the uncle. hahaha. she's innocently scratching her forehead right now as i blog about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS. FREAKING RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was actually very calm about it from the very start. and then that day, i was quite emotional because i was so happy for all my friends who got to go up stage, which means 7A1s or more. natalie wong and jaclyn chong-- 1OA1s!! everyone is so proud of you. haha this is the power of SBC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so i got satisfactory/not-so-satisfactory results. ain't going to post it up here hahaha. so if you want to know, sms me. and even then, i might not tell you. loser stalker person, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha right, then at night was church class party. met up with av and jacq before walking over to the actual house with shaun, justin, ian and two other guys whose name I THINK is joel and andrew? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock band!! haha my first time ever playing it. i sang Beat It by michael jackson and lost my appetite prior to that cos of SOMEBODY. gosh. whatever. haha sze is prolly bored out her wits now so i'm going to end it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here at her house and i'm going to paint my nails. bought a cool shade of orange and natw's bringing her midnight blue over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE PEOPLE. maybe the next time i blog will be the time i successfully begged and got my vaio. maybe it will be the time i successfully borrowed my sister's tpc. or maybe there won't be a next time. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. JAE. i will do that soon. promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5977544252787741188?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5977544252787741188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5977544252787741188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5977544252787741188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5977544252787741188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-x.html' title='girl x.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5680572991717011176</id><published>2009-01-09T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:34:40.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins.</title><content type='html'>allow me to outline a normal day in the size 38 shoes of Audrey Tan (i recommend buying the 2-for-$25 flats from Cotton On, super comfortable it's almost like you're not wearing any shoes).&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she wakes up at any time ranging from eight twenty-three to ten forty eight. after all the brushing of teeth and bathing, she grabs her breakfast and heads for the living room, where she will make herself extremely comfortable in because she will stay there all the way until lunch time. lunch time ranges from twelve thirty to one fifteen. what does audrey do in the living room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contrary to popular belief, korean dramas are NOT "so over". not to me, okay! i have to thank korean dramas for being such a waste of time because, well, it is a series and one will have to use up time to finish the series. that is where i spend all my free time. watching korean dramas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;completed: On Air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on-going: Sweet Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the former is a relatively new series, i like it because it's different. it shows how a korean drama is usually made, like totally behind the scenes. how they have to beg for money, how the actresses can be two different people on and off screen, how it really takes a lot of effort and people (and money) to complete producing a drama. of course, it doesn't hurt that there's a new and refreshing love rectangle within the story. the people are a bit old and it was painfully awkward to see them kiss (which was only twice, thank goodness), but still very sweet when the guy smiles. haha it's always the guy. he has the zac efron fringe and looks a bit shabby (complete with stubble and all) but definitely cute, esp when he smiles. hahaha. he's not shy in the show, just extremely grumpy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the latter is a very old series which i'm quite sure i obsessed about before in this very blog. probably a few years back, but i'm too lazy to go through years of archives just to recover that post. or maybe posts, plural. it's pure romance, which is super lovely and sweet. so many AWW moments that i could die of. it's just all the little little things that they notice (and thus the audience notices too) that makes it all so... heartwrenching, but in a good way. i only like the nice bubbly parts though, not those where they both have to quarrel because of misunderstandings/pride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay whatever. haha i was lost in a moment, recalling all the little aww moments. like OMG HE'S DRINKING COKE. but you won't get it. so. haha. :( it's not even something which i can share with jacq/sze/natw/av because they won't appreciate it. because it's asian and not western. and the korean people like sandra/jaime wouldn't really get it either because there isn't dbsk or big bang or some other hot band acting in it. i'm just a hopeless romantic. with no standards, so i'm fine with almost any korean drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome. so that's it. except a few days ago, my brother had tuition in the afternoon so i decided on impulse to walk over to bpp. 1) because i totally need the exercise and 2) to borrow some books to read (more time wasted whe reading books!). i borrowed eight books and have since read three. on my fourth one now (Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman). one of the books that i have read, i'm sure avril will like. not the plot (because it's a bit weird) but the way the protaganist thinks. she thinks in a very ocd way. haha i can lend it to you if you want, avril. maybe you'll like it. or maybe you'll read it then tell me that you didn't like it at all. but i can lend it to you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;results out on the 12th, people. i'm 100% excited + eager and 0% freaking out yet. a teensy bit of "let's just get it over and done with!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brother's being annoying. TSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wellwell, the post ends here. my life so far has been nothing but long spans of white time that i try to waste away, hour by hour. i hope your life so far was better than mine! eventful. yeah, i hope your life so far has been eventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5680572991717011176?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5680572991717011176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5680572991717011176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5680572991717011176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5680572991717011176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-177655106150646181</id><published>2009-01-05T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:02:38.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go wildcats!</title><content type='html'>haha today was an awesome awesome day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first up, sec 1 sbc orientation was so much better than the sec 3 sbc one. i was a very enthusiastic group leader, leading the seven girls of Group 3! i can remember all of their names. bernadette, tanya, cyy, misha, bianca, ashley, annabelle! aweshumz. they're such a loveable bunch, i swear. we won in poison river and medievel foozball (which was really dog&amp;amp;bone but with no dogs and a netball instead). and my girls were so sporting/brave during the obstacle course where they were blindfolded-- everyone of them completed the trustfall without fussing and even said that it was fun!! i'm so proud of them. oh, then at the last part, which was multi-sports, we didn't have an opponent to play against, so we sat them down and taught them "lifeskills". how low--i mean, how high to wear your badge, how to properly wear their socks, the correct proportions of the uniform. that completed my image of an uber cool senior senior (two seniors because i've graduated from mgs. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so awesome that one of them asked me "when will i see you again?" which was so AWWWW. haha yay GO WILDCATS. okay, i suppose i sort of forced the group name on them, but it's cool! and there were no outright objections to the name, so i think everybody secretly loved it. i know i did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of which, i cannot believe that results are coming out this friday! i'm still sailing through life with an unreasonable confidence that i will not do badly/will get into acjc! i really honestly have no idea whatsoever where that confidence came from. maybe it's innocence, maybe it's naivety. or maybe just a stupid assumption. but it has always been that way. "how bad can i do, right?" i shudder to think of the many worst-case scenarios that are possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there's also the thanksgiving makan session, to thank God for our results/a good year before we get back our results. i'm super unsure of the details right now because there were extreme suggestions in the course of brainstorming (from potluck to buffet at shangri-la) but i hear that the dresscode = dress! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, back to the recount of my day (which is not boring because i had an eventful day and personally thought it was very exciting + alot of fun).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the orientation was over and done with, we sat around for the longest time deciding on where to eat lunch. and after screaming in frustration (due to sheer hunger and indecisiveness), we ended up having lunch at our very own canteen/food court. i had the spaghetti + mushroom cream sauce (which was exactly what the dish is called) for 1.80 bucks. not bad actually. sze thinks that the portion is small and totally not worth it. okay fine, maybe it's abit too little, but people get sick of eating creamy stuff very quickly, so even if they give a hugeass portion, we might not be able to finish it up! thus, due to their excellent entrepreneurship, they decided on a just-right portion! which i managed to finish, so they must have good estimation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, liana jong fong gracechan sze and me went over to queensway via 961 because we wanted to do some backpack shopping (eastpac/jansport/dickies). we met shuyi there and got i-scream yoghurt! which was like 4.80 bucks for a relatively small cup, even though she did give us a huge scoop of yoghurt (and scrimped on the fruits themselves).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there wasn't any satisfying backpacks so we walked over to Ikea for meatballs (which i have never tried before in my entire life) but got so extremely sidetracked that we basically walked through all the exhibits. i love Ikea, the different furniture brings so much new hope (for a new room). and when we finally found the cafe (I SWEAR THEY PLACE IT RIGHT AT THE END FOR A REASON. SNEAKY FELLAS.), we immediately got ourselves a table and bought meatballs. i bought fries too! (see, liana, i eat so much! and waste so much money!) even though i wasn't planning on eating any meatballs, i ended up having four, despite the nine which liana counted. my verdict? AWESOMENESS. esp the sauce! it's like slight cheesiness but not so cheesy that people like sze who don't like cheese won't eat. yumz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i just took a bus home and listened to sze's frustrating dilemma. i could only offer a listening ear and no advice because i didn't know what to say. sorry, sze! haven't been in that type of situation before and didn't know what was a good thing to say without making it seem that i was misunderstanding the situation/belittling your concern over something/making you think that you're worrying unnecessarily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just finished a full dinner portion (OMG I EAT SO MUCH) and i've changed a set of pjs! i have a grey shirt with the peace logo with pink shorts. haha almost similar with my previous set (longest day shirt + pink shorts) except that my previous pink shorts were like rotting. haha so i felt like i absolutely had to change it. i feel like i'm going for a sleepover now, though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have nothing to do now. just commented on avril's LJ. am going off to look for something to do now! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-177655106150646181?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/177655106150646181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=177655106150646181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/177655106150646181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/177655106150646181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-wildcats.html' title='go wildcats!'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8096737387132530271</id><published>2009-01-03T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:47:56.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better in time.</title><content type='html'>which is a very good title because&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) i am listening to that song right now. it's by leona lewis. i think i am now a fan of leona lewis cos she has an awesome voice and i love her songs. better in time and forgive me. bleeding love is okay. haha and one other reason, which is very very funny. "leona lewis or leon lewis (some supposed swimmer)?" hahahahaha. win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) that's what i think of the sbc. that it'll get better in time. i mean, it used to be quite bad during our year, right? but the whole hype is slowly dying down already. except it might come back up again on 12th/14th/15th jan when results come out. if we do exceptionally well, then i think the future batches will have to put up with comparisons. poor things. ANYWAY, i think i'm very comforted that we care so much about the relationship between mainstream and sbc. and how we try to make things better. in some dystopic society in some novel, the author will probably try to emphasize on the gap between this two-- sbc will be the superior beings and they'll be specially treated = air conditioned classes in an entirely different block from everybody else, a different uniform even. then everybody will love-hate the sbc. love because we can't deny their ability to contribute to the school's image and maintaining the school's status as one of the best. hate because they don't have to be snobby and specially treated and proud. ok whatever, i'm ranting. imagination running away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right. so today was aweshumz. because i felt like a very cool and sophisticated senior, waving Ruffles enticingly in front of her juniors and also leading blindfolded sec3 sbc girls through an obstacle course which eventually ends with the trustfall. my eyes. i think i finally understand why some people are so appalled when i tell them i'm super not used to wearing shorts underneath my pinafore. PEOPLE, PLEASE WEAR SHORTS UNDERNEATH YOUR PINAFORE FROM NOW ON. esp during orientation. because there's a probability of a trustfall. and in that case, if you don't wear shorts underneath, probability of you flashing your knickers is like 1. trust me, i don't want to see anything i'm not supposed to see. but, i suppose it isn't your fault. so, whose fault? lemme see, WHO THOUGHT OF A TRUSTFALL IN THE FIRST PLACE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not mad. just curious. you know, so i can pat your back and applaud the great idea. such a noble game. it teaches one to TRUST. how touching. please sense my sincerity. it's difinitely sincerity and not sarcasm. i repeat, not sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know what i'm going to do now! quotes from the past audrey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;march 2007:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;anyways, i was packing my bag for tomorrow when i suddenly realised how pink i am. this may sound horribly stupid to you, but it's just one of those "oh!" moments where things right under your nose are suddenly made obvious to you. i was stuffing my pink umbrella into my bag, which was on my pink bed and near my pink cushion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i asked myself exactly how much i loved pink. but the question quickly turned into "do i love pink at all?". i mean, when you love someone, you can tell by your behaviour towards that person and how that person returns the love, right? but what about a non-living thing, which doesn't have a shape and form? a COLOUR, to be accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be so used to having pink things that i naturally deem it as my favourite colour. everybody associates me with pink (or vice versa) all the time, but do i really love pink? honestly though, i can't quite imagine myself liking any colour other than pink. maybe it's a habit which is hard to kick? i don't know. it's just... my colour. i choose pink for any possible objects, and if there isn't a pink (like my correction tape), i take the closest colour (red). pink and me go wayyyy back, but how far will we go?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i feel so weird everytime a person mentions my name on her blog, or praises me. maybe i'm strange in that way, but that's just me. i feel ridiculous whenever someone says i look pretty. i feel ridiculou when they say they like my hair. i've always seen myself in this negative black light, so it's just weird when there's something good said about me. i never thought myself to be pretty, especially so when i'm surrounded by girls who are all so wonderfully beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do feel happy when someone says i'm funny, because that means that i've succeeded in making her laugh. that's a good thing. laughter's such a beautiful sound, it should be heard more often.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, so gross and embarrassing. haha i'm just going to stop there. not going to attempt humiliating myself any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to leona lewis okay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8096737387132530271?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8096737387132530271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8096737387132530271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8096737387132530271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8096737387132530271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-in-time.html' title='better in time.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4779435991649828015</id><published>2009-01-01T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:01:36.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two thousand and eight.</title><content type='html'>i think this has been a year of growth and development for me-- o levels and Christianity. a lot of first-times have since happened (like my first watchnight service yesterday!) and i'm glad that they all happened. church camps not only pointed me to the right direction in my spiritual walk with Him, it also indirectly prepared me for jc (i can't wait for jc). i can safely say that before the o levels ended, i have almost completely forgotten how to socialise and make new friends because everybody knows everybody in sbc. so, i've stepped out of my comfort zone/widened my social circle?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm too lazy for pictures like natalie wong (you still owe me a certain blog url!!!) but everybody has their own memories of 2008 that goes beyond pictures. my preferred form of such sentimental/nostalgic memories is through funny quotes and certain keywords which triggers off laughter. and then, of course, there's coffee bean@railmall which will always remain a special place to me and sze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to stop being so mushy and serious. and yes, liana, the girl who half-smiles is my sister. haha wow! i'm impressed you can tell! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and DO YOU KNOW that i'm supposed to give a testimony during the SEC THREE sbc orientation? (sec three is capitalised because nobody believes me when i told them so. they insisted that it was sec one orientation. i forgot who 'they' are.) haha so cool, sze thinks it's because i made everybody (meaning 2g'06) cry during some GEL talk. haha i don't think the testimony this time's going to be a sob fest of any sort. i'll feel like a teacher. and if nobody pays attention to me or falls asleep, i wont care either. see what a cool teacher i make!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right. i'm off to watch my own taiwanese shows already. i love being bilingual, esp english and chinese. there's all these comments like "i wish i speak chinese so i can understand what's going on" or "where can i find english-subbed episodes?" and i'm like "HAHA LOSERS." okay i'm so mean, TA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-4779435991649828015?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4779435991649828015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4779435991649828015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4779435991649828015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4779435991649828015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-thousand-and-eight.html' title='two thousand and eight.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8338151821391085563</id><published>2008-12-30T15:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:20:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes on the face.</title><content type='html'>i found a few bali pictures in my sister's tablet so i'm going to upload a few presentable ones (namely those with my face it it) on photobucket and then post it here so that you people will not forget how i look like.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aweshumz, so as they are in the midst of uploading, i shall give you guys a small update of my lowly life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, i went over to bpp with my mom and brother to return library books, have lunch@swensen's, make sure my brother gets a haircut. i personally think that my brother's current hairstyle is okay as it is, but my mom insisted. and since school's reopening this friday (!!!) for them, it had to be done. so, as my brother's hair progressively became shorter and shorter as the hairdresser chopped off more hair with the razor things, his pout became more pronounced and his sigh became louder. i felt quite bad for him too. but i guess the thing with hairdressers is this: they don't always follow what you tell them to do, going with their own feelings and opinions instead. it annoys and it irritates, but in the end, they're always right and it always looks good. so my brother's hair is like supa short now but she gelled it up for him a bit and he looks cool. haha but his hair is short! and spiky! i think it's a new and different look, not necessarily better than the previous one. my mom thinks this is better. me and my brother both vote for the old zac efron look. it's okay, hair can grow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right. and then dum dum dum dum, haha i don't know what else to talk about. the uploading process is taking an awfully long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wells, hm, haw, ah! i'll be going out for dinner with nat and sze soon! as in, i'll leave the house at like, 430. which means i'll have to start preparing myself at 400. which only gives me... 12 minutes. oh hot damn, this means that i wouldn't be able to post up the pictures in time because it wouldn't even have finished uploading! okay, i'll leave a note on the tablet for my sister to see when she gets back. i'll have to upload it another time, then. haha, so this post is just for me to talk alot of crap. which is something i haven't done in a long time, so, aweshumz. don't complain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait to see chois again. i haven't seen her since... THE END OF BARKER CAMP. like what!! i haven't seen her for SO LONG?? haha no wonder she looks so pretty in the fb pictures, you must have grown prettier in the span of lost time in between us not seeing each other, sze! no wonder you called me pretty girl when you tagged. this feeling must be mutual. wow, absence DOES make the heart grow fonder. and the person prettier! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right. let me talk about the time which i slept at last night, or should i say, this morning. i slept at four. so cool, right! haha i think it's pretty cool, considering how i'm always very anxious to dive under my blanket to sleep once the time nears three am. i was watching my taiwanese drama series, which is like of a horror genre. you know, weird scary happenings in a school but there's a group of cool detective-people solving all the mysteries. so many times i was covering all but one eye on my face. but the lead actor/actresses are my absolute fave and i jumped over the moon when i realised that they were going to star in the same drama! and like, i used to groan about when it'll ever come out in october. and then i got so bummed out when it came out some time during the o's. and then i punctually watched it every saturday on youtube. and NOW THAT I OWN THE DVD, I MANAGED TO JUMP RIGHT AHEAD AND WATCHED EVERYTHING TILL THE ENDING. while people who depend on youtube is still at like, episode 8. (total eps: 16) so cool, so cool. i can't believe my father bought it for us and we get to watch it. hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; now i have a thousand free smses per month. say bye bye to expensive phone bills. plus i have my sexy lip phone in my room for any long conversations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY, the pictures are all uploaded! hurrah. okay. i shall immediately post them here with the three minutes that i have left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 456px; width: 631px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_185513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 456px; width: 631px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_201424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_202747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_202852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_202933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_203019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_203109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_203141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 456px; width: 631px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/081222_204603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 456px; width: 631px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/DSC00030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 456px; width: 631px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/DSC00034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/DSC00045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/DSC00047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 631px; width: 456px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/DSC00052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="height: 456px; width: 631px;" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/DSC00061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there! if your heart and eyes couldn't take the camwhore pictures which i sneakily inserted in the midst of all those tourist pictures, then i'm so sorry. haha there was this camwhore fest in the room, which was awesome. i took only SOME. yes, there's alot more of those. the other tourist shots are cool too. we went to the Turtle Island, thus the turtles. and my brother went snorkelling. kudos to you if you get a peek at his man boobs somewhere in that picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, hope this is worthy of your time and that you'll kindly donate a tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you soon! mwah mwah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8338151821391085563?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8338151821391085563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8338151821391085563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8338151821391085563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8338151821391085563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-found-few-bali-pictures-in-my-sisters.html' title='eyes on the face.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4243285343033183103</id><published>2008-12-25T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:30:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the first day of bali,</title><content type='html'>i took some pictures and then it died on me. vunderful.&lt;br /&gt;but here are the few that i took, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay i don't know if this will work, but here goes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i gave up. it just wouldn't work. i shall upload it another time. sorry natw! be patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;think i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260124_6094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my brother with the zac efron fringe which i'm so proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260126_6672.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260127_6955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260128_7234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mah roomies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260129_7532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another camwhore picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260130_7825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260131_8122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. MONKEYS EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260132_8414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenery shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260133_8701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho, i look so awkward here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260134_9000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260135_9318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, my bracelets increased over the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1780/213/27/724025097/n724025097_1260136_9613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would have been a nice picture if not for that stupid guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that's all. the rest of the pictures are with my cousin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-4243285343033183103?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4243285343033183103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4243285343033183103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4243285343033183103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4243285343033183103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-first-day-of-bali.html' title='on the first day of bali,'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6946222654991608558</id><published>2008-12-24T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:10:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chrstms v.</title><content type='html'>so today is christmas eve and i met up with av, natw and jacq. we had lunch at some hong kong cafe (sze would be so proud of us) and watched Nick&amp;amp;Norah's Infinite Playlist. the whole movie was about one entire night. it was quite good, i suppose. i didn't really pay much attention to the music because i don't really appreciate good music. the love story was cute and sweet lah. not bad, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walked around aimlessly. bought Famous Amos cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling very troubled right now. and bored. many choices to make. do i belong? i BU ZHI DAO. haha feel very blah right now. long night ahead. i need my chois to come talk to me but she's all the way at hk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope everybody's enjoying their christmas eve/christmas.&lt;br /&gt;my family doesn't celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish this will just pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6946222654991608558?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6946222654991608558/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8088344925223582399</id><published>2008-12-23T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:30:45.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in... barracks?</title><content type='html'>before i forget:&lt;br /&gt;blinding light by paul theroux&lt;br /&gt;ghost girl by torey hayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so i'm back from bali! we spent lots there and i am totally not in the recounting mood right now. haha sorry. but OH AVRIL, GUESS WHO BOUGHT THE GRAVEYARD BOOK? yes, i just suddenly remembered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks, nat! for the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/farfromfantastic/686543728/item.html"&gt;ode&lt;/a&gt; that you wrote for me. imagine my face when i just logged onto the computer, starting new tabs all over to visit blogs when suddenly i come to yours and i see my face. :) yay. mwah mwah. see you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choi sze wing! hope you're enjoying yourself in hk! come back quick quick so i can give you the souvenir/christmas present which i bought for you. and you can tell me what you want to tell me. i don't think i have a lot to say, considering how i've pretty much told you the highlights of jacq's church camp over sms. bali had no highlights that's good enough to talk about. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq! i hope your bruises are getting better already. again, thanks for bringing me to your church camp! it was truly great and i enjoyed myself greatly. talks were excellent and i think God spoke to me aplenty. haha i had such a hard time shopping for your christmas present thing because you have like everything! so i hope you like what i bought for you in the end. see you tomorrow too because i haven't seen you for like three days but it seems forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, i miss everybody else too. but i need a job. can't wait for all the christmas services that's coming. aweshumz. i'm going to youtube now. reading a book currently which is like so confusing and i don't understand it. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey, signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8088344925223582399?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8088344925223582399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8088344925223582399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8088344925223582399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8088344925223582399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-barracks.html' title='back in... barracks?'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3572704360143048347</id><published>2008-12-15T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:27:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>powerhouse+ youth camp from 15 Dec - 19 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;bali from 20 Dec - 23 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;audrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3572704360143048347?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3040694140172941096</id><published>2008-12-12T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:56:59.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>travelled to the ends of sg and back again.</title><content type='html'>today, the first unfortunate event caused by the loss of my handphone occurred to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was strangely reluctant to go for the supposed council outing today. maybe there were other unmentionable reasons in that, but i went nevertheless. just as i made my way to the bus stop, 171 happily whizzed past me, unaware that my heart dropped to the pits of my stomach. another 20 minutes to wait for a bus even though i'm half an hour behind time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sat at the bus stop alone, i contemplated travelling by train. my preference of bus over train has always been clear to me, but i didn't want to risk being late (i was going to be, anyway, and i wasn't bothered by it. peculiar.) so i got up and started walking towards the lrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking has become a new favourite activity of mine. i've always wanted to take long walks alone, but my will was never strong enough. so i enjoy any sort of walking nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i tapped my way into the station, i heard the mechanical female voice: train departing. and i knew that if i were in the train, she would continue: next stop, petir. but i wasn't. so i sat down heavily on the marble bench and waited 5 minutes for the next train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 5 minutes, i boarded the train and alighted at choa chu kang. switched trains and alighted at jurong east. switched trains and alighted (finally) at bedok. all this while, i had no idea how much time had passed. hours, probably. so i tapped my way out of the station and asked politely for the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.24AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, 24 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i moved on to the next thing to do: call cheryl using the payphone. i had her number written down on a piece of paper before i left the house. so i called her and asked her where everybody was. she asked who i was and after i answered, she gave a sad sound before asking me if i received rachel's msg. i told her about the loss of my phone and proceeded to predict that the outing was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, sorry, but i must really laugh at myself. i travelled all the way to bedok for nothing. how stupid can a person get. at least it was a good way to waste time. and i have a lot of time to waste, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said goodbye and called jacq next but her handphone was switched off. suddenly, i couldn't remember sze's handphone number and dejectedly headed for the bus interchange. no way was i going back by train. no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked another long distance to the bus interchange where the beginnings of a headache started surfacing. so i bought kinder bueno and iced apple tea. i had a short conversation with the aunty about jc and that was interesting because we didn't know each other, wasn't of the same age, but yet could maintain a proper conversation. it was in chinese. then she got a sudden surge of customers and i said bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chose to take 7 over 66, because i planned on dropping by jacq's house for a short while to surprise her. but decided against it, so i dropped off one stop after parkmall and switched to 171. my familiar 171. it was so uncomfortable sleeping on 7, but the moment i sat down on 171, i knew i was home. i know it sounds stupid, but it's really like that. the seats are better-cushioned, the distance of the seat from the floor is just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alighted at bukit panjang plaza, where i bought subway for myself as lunch. decided to walk all the way back home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i reached home, there wasn't anybody in. they must've gone out for lunch. so, as always, feeling that i own the entire apartment, i made myself comfortable in front of the computer and happily ate my sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that about concludes my pointless day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, i've always wanted to do what i did today, just in a slightly different manner. take a bus and drop off when i feel like it, take another bus and do the same thing. and when you finally feel like going home, carefully find your way back using public transport. after all, singapore's only that big, you can't get very lost. and you get to go to places in singapore you've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day when i feel adventurous enough, hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how was your day?&lt;br /&gt;times like this, i wish everybody had their blogs updated automatically for them so i know what they've been doing. haven't heard from jacq in a while now, what is she doing? almost never get to hear from emily, what has she been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is everybody doing with their Time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3040694140172941096?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3040694140172941096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3040694140172941096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3040694140172941096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3040694140172941096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/travelled-to-ends-of-sg-and-back-again.html' title='travelled to the ends of sg and back again.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-1522592191522198454</id><published>2008-12-10T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:49:38.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you're bored when:</title><content type='html'>1) you try to write a blogpost about it (because there's nothing else to do) and get amazed that it just so happens to be your 700th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you check your mail 935902857 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) you browse through online blogshops with names like *~* Dollicious Closet *~* and muse about how their models have all turned not-so-good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) you borrowed 8 books from the library yesterday and have since finished 2. this can seem like a huge accomplishment when you have a brother who thinks that reading one chapter is a feat similar to scaling Mt. Everest. "whao, your book have less pages than mine but more chapters?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) you lie down on your bed and think about what to do next but realise that there's no need to because you are waking up the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) you spend the entire beginning of the day at tuition killing your brain cells and find that you have no choice but to spend the rest of tomorrow doing even more tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) you see your brother playing Maple Story and (omg this is so embarrassing) you actually want to play it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) you stare at the keyboard for twenty eight seconds thinking of how you know you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) you give up on the list, decide to post it up anyway, and still have nothing to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-1522592191522198454?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/1522592191522198454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=1522592191522198454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1522592191522198454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1522592191522198454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-youre-bored-when.html' title='you know you&apos;re bored when:'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6662661817477559936</id><published>2008-12-09T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:38:44.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>church camp.</title><content type='html'>(think i just did my Random Act of Kindness for today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, camp was awesome. it brought everyone else back to basics, but it led me to the basics, something which i really needed for a long while. i made a lot of new friends and had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, too tired to go into details, but i've already started practicing what the pastors preached during talks in camp. i really do feel refreshed in terms of my Christian faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i reached home after getting a lift from sze's dad and then talked for a while to my sister. after that, slept from 3 to dinner time. at night, i slept at 920 to around 10 this morning. around 15 hours in total. haha, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i lost my phone during camp. when i think about it, i feel slightly helpless, slightly angry at the rugby boys and slightly sad. but, my dad seems to be not-so-angry about it and that's good. i don't think i'm going to want a new phone. as in, for now. i'm just going to take up my father's suggestion before i went to camp-- that i buy a normal phone and place it in my room. which means that you can contact me by calling my house number and i will be able to talk to you for hours on end and it will still be cheaper than smsing/using a hp. but it probably also means that someone can eavesdrop on my conversation by using the phone outside. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't gurantee i won't get a new phone, because that's what i feel now-- to not get a new phone at all. i mean, the loss of my phone made me realise how dependent i was on it. my entire schedule for december is in that phone! my random writings in words doc. my list of songs to download in memo. my camwhoring in pics&amp;amp;vids. my precious text msgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today morning when my brother bugged me to wake up, i fumbled around in bed for a long while before i remembered that i couldn't check the time because my phone isn't there anymore. it's a really sharp empty feeling. like you're so caught up in a show that you laugh and hit the space beside you only to topple over and realise that you're the only person in the entire house. can you imagine the awkward transition of mid-laughter to a solemn expression of realisation? sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i forgot when avril is coming back from phuket. when are you coming back from phuket, avril!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youtube awaits me. then tuition homework which i really must force myself to do even though i really don't want to do because my tutor has realised that i only do my homework at her place. oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6662661817477559936?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6662661817477559936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6662661817477559936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6662661817477559936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6662661817477559936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/church-camp.html' title='church camp.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5618632160944412748</id><published>2008-12-05T07:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:07:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus.</title><content type='html'>brmc youth camp from 5 Dec - 8 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;audrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5618632160944412748?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5618632160944412748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5618632160944412748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5618632160944412748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5618632160944412748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/hiatus.html' title='hiatus.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5105773095544484125</id><published>2008-12-04T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:41:54.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>page load error?</title><content type='html'>haha whatever avril you probably shitted all the bad stuff away already, what with your crazy metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the rmun bbq was okay. it didn't go as badly as i thought it would be, but it was exceptionally crazyfun either. i got to play mahjong! haha that was the highlight of the entire bbq. then i just stood around watching weird people drink 70% alcohol and playing I Never with weird statements like "i have never fondled animals' genitals" or "i have never seen a girl pee." got a light stick thingy and kept twisting it around. mg girls didn't drink! awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the rmun bbq, i went over to avril's house for the third time. avril thinks that this is gasp-worthy. hahah. her dog still scared me because it's so big and i can smell it from a mile away. we watched movies! 21 and Get Smart. hahahaha get smart was so retarded and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you thinking what i'm thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;"if you are thinking 'holy shit, holy shit, a swordfish just went through my head', then yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cone of silence! "i think you need to press it harder." "so you heard everything i said?" "...yeah." hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, you won't get any of the above unless you watch it. so, watch it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my Hot&amp;amp;Spicy Calbee chips for lunch and almost dozed off during 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! yesterday was awesome and not-so-awesome. i went to tuition with my sister for the first time and had this killer stomachache. i couldn't straighten my stomach and had to hunch all the way through. totally made me lose my appetite too. but i made myself eat anyway because not eating is bad and unhealthy. went home and tried sleeping my pain away because i wanted it to be all better for the dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i woke up, it was still hurting so  went to rub some medicated oil on my stomach and ate yoghurt because i figured that if i shitted all the bad stuff away, my stomach probably wouldn't hurt anymore. again, didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as natw, av and sze arrived one by one, the stomachache more or less went away because i was distracted with setting the table and making the cheesy prawns. :) i lovey prawns with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished up dinner, then we all went back to my room to play cards and, for natw and sze, facebook. i don't know if they were adding friends or writing on walls, or just stalking people, but they sure did spend a long time on fb! haha i'm starting to lose my interest in fb already because there's nothing to do on it! nobody i can stalk, in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so we played bridge and bluff. av and sze learnt how to play bridge and i learnt how to play bluff. haha hello ahma! i shall insert your name right here because bridge reminds me of Japan and the nights we spent playing bridge! haha we used to play it all the time, on the bus, in the hotel, at night. so cool. i learnt how to play bridge in japan and fell in love with it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so everybody went home at around 1030ish? yeah i think so, because i went to sleep at 11. AND GUESS WHAT. i woke up today morning at 11! TWELVE WHOLE HOURS OF SLEEP. awesome! haha i'm such a pig. whatever, camp will probably have lesser sleep hours so i have accumulated enough to last me through camp. speaking of camp, IT'S TOMORROW. gargh. haha i'm still not that nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm going to youtube now, until lunch. after lunch, i will try to do some tuition homework. and if that doesn't work out, i will start packing my stuff for church camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5105773095544484125?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5105773095544484125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5105773095544484125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5105773095544484125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5105773095544484125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/page-load-error.html' title='page load error?'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2576091499134806605</id><published>2008-12-03T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:57:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tummy pain. (HAHAHA T-Pain!)</title><content type='html'>(thoughts about rmun bbq's food.)&lt;br /&gt;oh hot damn,&lt;br /&gt;ate the wrong jam,&lt;br /&gt;kept me wide awake til the AM,&lt;br /&gt;y'all don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;make me put my hands down on my tummy, t-tummy, tummy, t-tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;audrey is a sad girl in pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2576091499134806605?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2576091499134806605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2576091499134806605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2576091499134806605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2576091499134806605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/tummy-pain-hahaha-t-pain.html' title='tummy pain. (HAHAHA T-Pain!)'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3702831634712352240</id><published>2008-12-01T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:14:27.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pish posh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://x6a.xanga.com/afb8527b12648222931441/w175031007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say in a very small voice: "i think i look nice here!" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so these few days have been awesome and i couldn't ask for more. i'll upload more pictures and then steal some from natw (haha, thank you, i love you!). slightly busy with something right now, so i'll add on to this post later on, 'k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay healthy and happy!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;yay! hello again. i am editing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i think i'm crazy. i slept at 245 yesterday night, or rather, today morning. it's 822 now and i'm fully awake! yes, i think i'm going to die for either the bbq tonight or my math tuition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to sleep, but i can't! don't know why either. haha "last night's" dreams were awesome. like, i would totally want to re-dream them. but let's do a recount thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i just checked: the last time i updated was on friday. so let's do this day-by-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;damns, what did i do on saturday? OHOHOH. mommy's Carousel buffet lunch! miss tan's house fair! home club flea market! yes, it's all coming back to me now. so i went to the house fair first, meeting liana at simply bread with her mom before grace fong came and liana's mom kindly gave us a ride to namly rise. we went there and basically hung out with miss tan. i got a purse + scrap wallpaper + earrings for my mom = $143. haha liana was very disapproving. and shocked at the rate i spend my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, l&amp;amp;g went over to holland v (for frolick, i should think) while i took 77 down to tangs and then walked over to the pacific plaza. the buffet there is quite good and the whole place is so pretty! i ate quite alot. in fact, my whole family did. but if i had to determine the one who ate the most, my brother wins, hands down. i really hope that puberty will, in sze's words, "hit him hard" so that he will shoot up and slim down. natw gurantees that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right anyway. we sat around in Carousel for quite a bit until we all felt like it was alright to walk again. my family went home while i crossed over to meet natw at far east. we first went to 77th street to buy her brother a leather strap/bracelet thingo. after that, we met sze and trooped off to clarke quay for the Home Club Flea Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to walk around in my heels, and although it started off very comfortable, it ended up being too tough on my poor feet. i read in a magazine that if you're wearing heels more than one inch, you need to "rest 15 minutes for every 45 minutes you walk". i don't think i did that. but, me and sze sat down by some bridge and started taking polaroids/pictures using natw's dslr. that's how the above lone picture came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we entered the flea market and was promptly disappointed. blamed it all on natw before discovering the existence of an "inside" section. hahaha. so we went inside and there was better stuff. sze and natw both bought something each. i didn't because i already blew 143 bucks in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post-flea market, we went to some mall and sat down at paiseley&amp;amp;cream. it was really pretty and we all had something to drink/eat there. rested and talked. i helped sze put on eyeliner and boy did it make a difference! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pretty cafe, we went to natw's house where we had tons of fun. i'm not going to like recount every single thing that happened at her house, but we played scrabble and watched some tv and then attempted a heart-to-heart talk which didn't work out and managed to borrow jon's laptop so i could find out that kaypoh girl existed. browsed through fb for a bit too, i think but i was too restless so i ended up exploring the room to natw's shrieks of "DON'T OPEN THAT!" so secretive for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that, was my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;church with sze and we were almost locked in our class. sze found a new interest in life and av still remained indifferent to bras. after church, we went over to waffletown because sze wanted to eat there but it does't open until 1100, which meant that we had up to 45 minutes to kill. we killed it by sitting down on a bench and sorta talked/did random stuff. time rolled around not-very-quickly and we all finally entered waffletown. it disappointed. smells funny and looks dingy and it sells more than waffles and isn't a town. oh well, shall set my expectations lower the next time. haha. so sze and i watched av eat a double bacon cheeseburger with snapple, which i assume is pink lemonade. av can't eat burgers or sandwiches for nuts. to know what i mean, you simply have to go watch her do it someday. it becomes damn messy, all the sauce leaking out and eargh. i shudder at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after waffletown, we took a bus to newton mrt, where we parted way. av towards a different directon from me and sze. (i should probably stop saying "me and sze" cos that's wrong, but whatever. i like to come first.) me and sze took the train from newton to dhoby ghaut, from dhoby ghaut to outram park, from outram park to bugis. where we decided to wait for jacq's arrival so that we can eat lunch together. but jacq decided to be late and so we had weird things for lunch. i had crepes and sze had tako pachi with macs sprite. we walked all over the place because natw and jacq were both late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we eventually collapsed into seats at Rockery where two empty used cups were conveniently placed on the table. so me and sze (okay, just me) made a big show of pushing the cups aside and being all "ahhhh, the drink is finished! i am so full!" and then slouching and being all sluggish after that. natw came like half an hour after that, and jacq didn't come at all. we had to walk out of the bugis mrt to meet her. a leopard never changes it spots. guess a princess never changes her tiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shit, damn, argh. SNEEZING FITS BEGIN AGAIN.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we start to walk over to haji lane AND THEN IT BEGINS RAINING. like seriously, oh GREAT. ran to the bus stop for shelter and then hailed a cab, which conveniently didn't know where haji lane was so he had to consult the directory. we got there in the end anyway, but it started off horrible becasue we had to walk along corridors that were cramped chockful of people. it eventaully reached a point where the entire corridor was blocked off by people trying to bring their stuff into the shelter, so we all had to walk in the rain for a short distance in the empty wet road of haji lane. i was wearing a jacket so all i did was to put my hood up and look at the floor, hoping that my face wouldn't get drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original plan was to head over to Pluck for icecream and seats, but it was super crowded. natw bought icecream and the rest of us pretended that we were interested in whatever they were selling. i was interested in their wallpaper but there wasn't any ones which looked like it could be used by me. told sze about the theory which she still doesn't get! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain lessened and we finished up what was left of the flea market. jacq stayed on at haji lane while me, natw and sze took 7 back to town. me and natw dropped off at parkmall and then switched to 171. saw an old primary school friend there, so that was lovely too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that, was my sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;{ rawr, i swear i shall update faithfully and dutifully next time! you probably can't stand all my recounting, right? :( }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto, so early in the morning, i woke up to the sound of the phone ringing and the next thing i know, my mom was shouting my name and guess that means i had to wake up to answer it. turns out to be avril. and long story cut short, she was extremely loser that day. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did everything necessary before leaving the house to walk over to subway and have brunch with her. talked for quite a bit too, so that was muchly needed. thank you, av!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natw came at around 1150 and jacq came after 1230. we bought groceries and watched jacq eat her mini-sub (1/3 of a footloong sandwich). took a bus over to natw's house, where we met sze-who-overslept-and-thus-was-late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at natw's house, we were planning on BAKING BUTTER COOKIES! haha yayyyy. the process was supeh fun. haha. all the flour and cookie dough. we left it to refridgerate for an hour and played battleship/the worst case scenario survival game. when time was up, we rushed over to start cutting out our cookies and it was so funny! we realised that the dough became too sticky after a while making it difficult to cut out, so we had to cut out everything quickly when it was still cold and fresh out from the fridge. in other words, there was a frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"QUICK. GO GO GO GO! HURRY UP! OKAY, RE-ROLL THE DOUGH... AND GO GO GO GO GO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was friggin hilarious. five people in one small kitchen rushing around like there's no tomorrow. damn funny. couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left it to bake and made quite some cookies! they all turned out fat and damn cute. then we made icing, purple green orange and white. but unsuccessfully iced the cookies. they dripped all over the place. &gt;:( then me and sze decided to clean up everything in the kitchen, washing dishes and blah blah WHEN WE DISCOVERED THE SOLE PURPOSE OF &lt;b&gt;BICARBONATE OF SODA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, sze told me that it was exfoliator or something like that because she stained the sponge with food colouring, but after the bicarbonate of soda was introduced to it, it all came off! that was it, man. we started adding bicarbonate of soda to everything. "ew this thing won't come off... SODIUM BICARBONATE!!" haha then we made an ultimate mixture of sodium bicarbonate, soap, eggs, food colouring, fruit juice and alot of other gross stuff. i put a hippo cookie into it and then took it out, placing it back on the cooling rack to see if anybody will pick it out. hahaha but sze didn't allow me to do that so i had to throw it away. me and sze laughed like crazy, it had to be all the icing sugar in our bloodstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we removed our nail polish and read magazines. moved from natw's room to the living room where a bunch of five teenage girls slugged around. until her mom came back and we all left. jacq to go home and the remaining three of us to railmail's A-Mei Kaya Toast for dinner. we had prata! then coffee bean for relaxation and old times' sake. me and sze stayed till around 9 before her dad gave me a lift home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome, right? i know. i love my eventful days and marked calendar. today is movie day at avril's with natw and then rmun bbq. OOH SO EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm going to bathe now. tag if you survived reading the whole of this, i want to know who the powerful people are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3702831634712352240?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3702831634712352240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3702831634712352240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3702831634712352240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3702831634712352240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/12/pish-posh.html' title='pish posh.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7446397061483802961</id><published>2008-11-28T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:01:16.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toradora!</title><content type='html'>and that's the name of the japanese anime i'm watching. it's so lovely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday was interesting! following the free concert, natw invited me to another free musical, along with sze, jacq and her brother. the musical was really good! yay. i think i'm like becoming more and more cultured or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home around 11 and my brother was so freaked out because he heard three gunshots. so he practically attached himself to me when i stepped through the door and recounted the whole thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went online and stayed there until 230? yeah. so late! i have tuition the next day somemore. i planned on waking up at 8 but the sun was shining so brightly and hotly at 745. so i got sweaty and annoyed to the max. got up to prepare for math tuition and to draw last-minute graphs. i rented the cds for saturday already. waiting for my lunch to come home. i think i will take a nap after lunch all the way till dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stay online until very late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha msn was very interesting yesterday! i had three mini conversations displayed out side by side on the screen so i could see everything at once. had like 6 convos during one point. caught up with claire over msn, so that was really nice. talked about the lamest things with avril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, omg, i dreamt that you and van sold some of your jewelry but that girl forged her signature so you two ran after her to get back your products. wow, it was so exciting. hahaha. your products look rather pretty in my dream. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have a genius idea of suddenly watching this new taiwanese drama which is up to 13 episode already. so, NATW UPDATE YOUR BLOG. except you wouldn't have any nice pictures of me, but that's beside the point. come to bbq, too! so the entire delegate of Germany will be there. PUH-LEASEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7446397061483802961?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7446397061483802961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7446397061483802961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7446397061483802961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7446397061483802961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/toradora.html' title='toradora!'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-591573334997400661</id><published>2008-11-27T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:13:04.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a MEME from avril.</title><content type='html'>(hahaha sorry, the word "meme" amuses me so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://urbandictionary.com/"&gt;urban​dicti​onary​.​​​com&lt;/a&gt; and type in your answe​r to each quest​ion in the searc​h box, then write​ the FIRST​ (non-vulgar) defin​ition​ it gives​ you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your name?&lt;br /&gt;2) Your age?&lt;br /&gt;3) One of your frien​ds?​​​&lt;br /&gt;4) What shoul​d you be doing​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;5) Favor​ite color​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;6) Birth​place​?​​&lt;br /&gt;7) Month​ of your birth​day?​​​&lt;br /&gt;8) Last perso​n you talke​d to?&lt;br /&gt;9) One of your nickn​ames?​​​&lt;br /&gt;10) Last ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Audrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl who is completely and stunningly beautiful and can take very good myspace pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dude, that girl is so Audrey. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[awesome. Audrey is so Audrey. haha but i don't have myspace.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)Sixteen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most commonly referred to someone's age. It is said to be one's "Prime," age, where they look/shine/feel their best. Sixteen is the age where you get multitudes of exciting privileges such as quickie-driviers' license, get a decent job (Host/hostess,) and you're no longer at the very "bottom" of highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daughter: "Oh, Daddy, please can you get me a convertible when I turn sixteen?"&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Of course, Sugar plum!"&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: "Oh, thanks Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: "Didn't I just look so good when I was sixteen?"&lt;br /&gt;Husband: "Yeah...This photo book sure has some crazy pictures of us crazy teens!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)Jacqueline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline is a term for a hot sexy mama with big boobs and nice ass, good at sports and is very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wow! Don't you love jacquelines they have the whole package &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HAHA i am so sorry, jacq. but this is what they defined your name to be.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)Homework&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework: (Noun) a punishment given to students by evil teachers after the students have already put in 7 hours of hard labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my satan teacher gave me crap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clothing line by Victoria's Secret. It includes Panties, tank tops, shorts, bathing suits etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love the new Pink bathing suit I got from Victoria's Secret. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6)Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 types of climate: hot, very hot, damn its freakin' hot, wow look roast human char siew all over the streets!, otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 common interest among all typical Singaporeans: Food, glorious food! Shopping, Welcome to the Great Singapore Sale! Toto/4D, come Saturday Sunday.. will I win? (bai liu li bai hui bu hui kai), Education - "Boy AH! u finish tuition homework liao or not! Later got piano lesson! AIYO! Your spelling learn already anot?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 MRT lines: North South line, East West line, North East line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours(approx): is needed to travel from one end to another end of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 common language: Singlish "See liao lah... What you want?" "SCUSE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore is rojak. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7)September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful month when the air smells sweet and the weather is perfect for the girls where to tight little sweaters that show off their curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't wait for september to come so we can play in the leaves!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8)Alston&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you play hit someone in the head with a baseball bat, critically injuring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dude dont pull and an alston.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[haha my brother, fyi. hahaha and this definition is like almost exactly what he does all the time.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9)Aud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbreviation for Australian Dollar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 AUD will get u 77 US cents at the moment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10)None.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aaaaaa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HAHAH sorry, can't resist this one. HAHAHA.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is how bored i have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i hope that we're going to bpp for lunch later because i need to buy nail polish remover as i have been scratching the varnish off my nails and now they look horrendous. also, i will be going for some musical at the NUS concert hall later and i don't think it'll be acceptable for me to turn up with scratched-off nails. i think i might be wearing a dress! how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i still need to do p&amp;amp;c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-591573334997400661?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/591573334997400661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=591573334997400661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/591573334997400661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/591573334997400661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/meme-from-avril.html' title='a MEME from avril.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8902847177259275950</id><published>2008-11-26T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:46:00.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's dance! (on the night of nights)</title><content type='html'>okay, so i guess i haven't been blogging about my (b o r i n g) life. let's see what i missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, outing with jacq to the zoo to visit emily!&lt;br /&gt;right, but then we reached there and realise that we had to pay for the entrance ticket. guess how much is it? why don't i just tell you? EIGHTEEN DOLLARS. that's like crazy. even though it's a tourist spot, it shouldn't be so expensive! so anyway, jacq and i didn't get to see emily teaching all about bunnies so we went to kfc to wait for her. as always, emily took a very long time while me and jacq were both so excited about seeing her in her zoo uniform. haha for the longest time, we held up our camera and waited for emily to suddenly walk towards us so we could snap a candid picture of her. we waited for a very long time and then i went to buy food first because there were people eyeing our table (which doesn't have any food on it). emily came soon after i bought my food so she and jacq went to buy theirs. they shared an oriental salad while i had two pieces of chicken! &gt;:( we met emily's cousin too, that was lovely. after the zoo, we went back to emily's house for The Nanny Diaries and baking. i watched the last few parts of TND, so i watched the beginning for the Harvard Hottie, who is really hot btw. then emily and i baked apple crumble while jacq just sat down there and watched the whole show. the apple crumble turned out woonderfully delicious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha did that entire paragraph like eat up your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that would be HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3!!! (see, three exclamation marks!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out even better than i imagined it to be becauset they were GOLD CLASS tickets at vivo. like homg, awesome! haha okay, you've seen the pictures in the post below, so i shan't elaborate alot about it. just that watching hsm3 a second time was super awesome because i knew some of the lyrics and could sing along. jacq and i ordered some GVmax platter thing which was nice. then i had coke light too, because i was thirsty. before the entire movie started, i discovered an extremely cool function on natw's camera which is the one which natc used to do all the time. she tried explaining it to me during fdd. something like slow shutter so all the lights get sucked into the picture. hahaha okay, don't listen to me, i'm probably wrong. but it looks cool. so we took lotsa cool pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and then from then on, my life has been boring. but that's good. i keep having nothing to do, so i'll just like lie down on my bed with my hair fanned out behind and stare at the whiteness of my ceiling. then i'll think of alot of random things and the next thing i know, i'm asleep already. actually, i don't know that. the next thing i know, i'm waking up. and that's how i know i fell asleep. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i have nothing to do now again. which is why i'm blogging. i was so bored, i did my math tuition homework voluntarily. but then i stopped at p&amp;amp;c because i hate it. my math tutor says that it's a topic that guys like and girls dislike. now i kinda see why. it's like so confusing. almost like probability but harder! :( oh well, i'll get it. afterall, i have two whole months before jc starts. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep wanting my brother to go to acsi. i think he wants to get into acsi too, but then he keeps playing and doesn't do his homework. i try to be very cool-sisterly and persuading him to go to that school and to work hard. it only works for short periods of time. and then he goes back to glueing himself to that psp or tv or youtube. i can't (or rather, won't) see him in any other secondary school. argh. one of these days, i will drill him again. being the cool sister that i am. i even told him how to sweep his fringe to one side, so it looks very zac efron. it does look better, okay! haha and being the vain sister that i am, i am also very happy that he's becoming slightly vainer. like he'll ask me if he looks better with or without specs, to which i will reply immediately without hesitation "WITHOUT." i've been there, so he should trust me. yeah, along many other things. and! unlike natw, i would want my brother to be hot and handsome. except that things are a little difficult right now because he's fat. but it's all baby fat. it'll go away one day. i hope. like, really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have ranted on enough. time to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;guess we never really notice but we probably should.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8902847177259275950?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8902847177259275950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8902847177259275950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8902847177259275950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8902847177259275950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-so-i-guess-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='let&apos;s dance! (on the night of nights)'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-1714620665488349595</id><published>2008-11-25T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:01:53.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams renewed.</title><content type='html'>because i don't want you to forget how i look like. so here are pictures over the past two weeks or so. from newest to oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x5f.xanga.com/072c9a4471d30222156890/w174352052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x07.xanga.com/7e1c9a4a72d30222156971/w174352123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x7b.xanga.com/9d0c6a5775c31222157124/w174352245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x6b.xanga.com/50ef16e058233221734282/w173978575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x46.xanga.com/066f3b1537334221734499/w173978771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x0a.xanga.com/340f000638632221643748/w173899113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x92.xanga.com/9bac8a55c6233221366832/w173657445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xbb.xanga.com/83df0756c8732221366974/w173657572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x81.xanga.com/736c971374431220870353/w173225492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xef.xanga.com/46fc850572d33220870527/w173225647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x51.xanga.com/3f5f017060732220435949/w172844195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from natw, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-1714620665488349595?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/1714620665488349595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=1714620665488349595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1714620665488349595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1714620665488349595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreams-renewed.html' title='dreams renewed.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-1898875978260822108</id><published>2008-11-23T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:36:40.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging about today tomorrow, but first:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Audrey joined the groups &lt;u&gt;Real Twilight Fans Will Not See The Movie&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Twilight The Movie is Butchering The Book: BOYCOTT!!!&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Whoever casted the Twilight movie has mental problems.&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Twilight, the movie, will NEVER live up to the book!&lt;/u&gt; 7:58pm -Comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i think my stand on the movie is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;did you see that tag on your blog&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;don't let it get to you&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll have you know that stephen king has never approved of any movie adaptation of any of his books&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;as in of course he let it turn into a movie&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;but he just didn't like them&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;and alan moore, the creator of watchmen, is not even going to watch the movie when it comes out, even though he "agrees it will be the closest a movie can get to the novel"&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;in other words, stephenie meyer is full of crap&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;there was this full page feature of her in entertainment weekly, and i saw her face and grimaced really obviously&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;in borders&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i like stephenie meyer&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;and her books.&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;i just don't like the movie.&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;and i think she only agreed to the casting because she had no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;and is making the best of out what she gets.&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;which is what i don't like either.&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather she didn't sell the copyrights.&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;or whatever she had to do to keep the book from becoming a movie.&lt;br /&gt;omg, audrey says:&lt;br /&gt;adaptations are hardly good.&lt;br /&gt;♠ avril  (frankly, will not fly.) says:&lt;br /&gt;hear, hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. everyone has their own opinions. and this is the first time ever i'm making such a strong one. i don't even have a stand on homosexuals. i don't know, guess twilight's the first book that ever mattered to me so much and i don't want to see it all turn to... that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-1898875978260822108?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/1898875978260822108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=1898875978260822108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1898875978260822108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/1898875978260822108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogging-about-today-tomorrow-but-first.html' title='blogging about today tomorrow, but first:'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2082659908329103826</id><published>2008-11-22T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:09:35.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dandy!</title><content type='html'>awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay, so my weirdness has passes and i'm alright now. okay, actually not very alright because i've gotten blisters again. for the first time in a very long time. haven't had time to break into my new Bianca shoes (which are tres lovely) so my poor feet has to suffer. :( i'm bringing out those plasters again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i have the time to, i will find my camera charger to charge my camera before uploading the little pictures that i have onto my blog. or i will finally finish up one roll of film and get it developed then somehow scan it in and post it up here. or i will remind jacqueline leong for the hundredth time to upload the pictures/send it to me so that i can post it up here. when i have the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so today was eventful too. but first, why don't i answer tags? i have such a lively tagboard, it's so heartening. keep it coming in, my dears!&lt;br /&gt;right. so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear liana: haha yes i still have tuition. i know you're probably going to feisty-frown at me but my math tutor is now tutoring me JC math! haha. :) it's quite fun but P&amp;amp;C is difficult. i'm getting a headstart with math and that feels good. i probably need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear natw: i'm so sorry for spoiling you but it's your fault! 1) who ask you to jump on the bandwagon so late?! and 2) who ask you to spoil other people all the time too? i guess you don't need to me to remind you about the class party and the surprise you spoiled. also, i like marjorie too. but only because she's so sweet with analeigh, what with the whole bffs thing going on. haha! people with the name Audrey generally rocks la. and your typo is forgiven. audrey tautou, audrey tan, what's the difference, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear avril: I KNOW. rawr. i guess it's just not meant to be. i know analeigh could've have done so much better than that! esp since she looked so damn friggin beautiful and pretty in that cover girl commercial. i have to say, though, that mckey looked pretty in the photo. her eyes. :) BUT. i still want analeigh to win! &gt;:( no fair. she's so nice. AND, we haven't gone out yet is because i don't have as much time as i expected i would have during the hols! haha but if you want to go out, better make an appointment fast! my treo's organizer has never been so useful before. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sze: haha yes! today was super sensational. HAHA, ran out of words already. miss tan's thingy was cool and i still have that reserved purse! let's see if i can persuade my mom to come with me next week. if not, haha, are you guys still willing to come with me? COFFEE BEAN! right. and and and, haha the concert was hilarious. esp the car ride back to the bus stop in natw's car. our whispered observation about someone is also not forgotten! you probably don't know what i'm talking about. hint: person's name doesn't start with G or O. yeah, guess that narrows it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow wow wow, would you look at that! a blog post in its entirety! haha. but, just to recapitulate (WOAH!), i went for tuition today, followed by coffee bean @ guthrie, followed by Miss Tan's House Fair @Namly Rise, followed by JoBros vids @ my house, followed by free ensemble concert @ asci, followed by dinner @ home. my entire day in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow? TO THE ZOO! yay awesome! i will totally carry my old film camera around my neck and snap away. like a tourist. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post-o's have been so so amazing, but i need time to stop, think and consider. if my mom had a say in this, she would add "and clean up your room." haha i really do want to, just no time. oh well. haha, i am also assaulted by occassional pinches of "what if you don't do well for the o's?" and then think about all the mistakes i made. but! they hardly last long. that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma go put on the elastics, absurdly branded "Honeydew", which my dentist gave me. and then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night, y'all! hope your day was as wonderful as mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2082659908329103826?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2082659908329103826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2082659908329103826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2082659908329103826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2082659908329103826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/dandy.html' title='dandy!'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8167407979130909332</id><published>2008-11-21T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:24:36.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antm 11.</title><content type='html'>i can't get over the fact that analeigh wasn't part of the top two! i couldn't watch the last episode. and just stopped when she left. this is the first time that i followed an antm cycle so closely and rooted for a model from start to beginning. sucks that so many supported her in the youtube comments but she got friggin eliminated! i know she would have done SO WELL in the runway walk! she's so pretty. :( stupid covergirl commercial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. i don't like mckey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going off for my dental appointment soon. and then it's tuition homework/cleaning up my room. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8167407979130909332?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8167407979130909332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8167407979130909332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8167407979130909332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8167407979130909332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/antm-11.html' title='antm 11.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5448287599793800482</id><published>2008-11-20T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:08:26.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arab/haji/bali lane.</title><content type='html'>okay, today was a relatively huge success because i bought my Bianca shoes and i am loving them. even my mom commented that it was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wore another new dress out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took lots pretty pictures although i couldn't resist an occasion revolting picture. i think jacq's shamelessness is rubbing off onto me. haha KIDDING, JACQ, i still love you. but seriously! no more 10hrs of shows with 12hrs of sleep. bad for your health! and who's all about "cheap&amp;amp;healthy" now? tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, my mom offered to pay me money if i tutor my brother math. and i'm totally cool with that. i'm like so good with models and math. which reminds me of my math homework. hahah. yes, i still have math tuition. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i feel very weird now. :( byebye.&lt;br /&gt;will update another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5448287599793800482?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5448287599793800482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5448287599793800482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5448287599793800482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5448287599793800482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/arabhajibali-lane.html' title='arab/haji/bali lane.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2359151264561101537</id><published>2008-11-19T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:16:07.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scarlet letter.</title><content type='html'>three songs i keep listening to, on repeat:&lt;br /&gt;1) in the ayer [flo rida]&lt;br /&gt;2) on the line [demi lovato]&lt;br /&gt;3) love story [taylor swift]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha especially 3) because i have loved taylor swift's songs for a long time now and is glad that so many more people is starting to love her too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;class party today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome. haha, except me and natw were lost. supposed to meet at 10 but we ended up at sandra's house at 12. we walked through the botanic gardens but realised that we were on the wrong side. so we wound up at the Cluny Road Gate or summat. we were hot and bothered and desperate for a taxi. almost resorted to booking one when AHAH, one came driving towards us and we stuck out our hands frantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha we greeted the taxi driver with great gusto and enthuasiasm and gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;"hi uncle!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and while we were both still recovering from the heat and sweat,&lt;br /&gt;"uncle! why you drive past there?" (because it was so so so ulu)&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i dropped off a customer mah."&lt;br /&gt;"good thing you dropped off that customer! or we would still have no taxi!"&lt;br /&gt;and talking talking talking, we reached and i paid him and we happily left the cab.&lt;br /&gt;so happy, i left my brother's billabong cap in there. hahaha shitz la. the uncle prolly thought i was tipping him or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i reached there and was extremely frustrated that i left my cap behind because i hate it when such stuff happens to me. it's like you can't blame anybody else because it's so obviously your own fault. :( oh well. we ate and talked and moved around and took lotsa pictures. i think i was on relatively good terms with the camera today, excluding the fact that i still look gross cos of my ruined fringe. but other than that, it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being driven to craziness by mozzie bites, we all migrated to sandra's house where we proceeded to watch Honey and shout down nine floors to give miss tan &amp;amp; mrs chen a hearty welcome. as well as directions. haha hilarious. miss tan managed to predict every single detail that was going happen in Honey, living up to her reputation of a superb lit teacher. or maybe she has watched many of these cliched movies before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right! so there were chips and frozen mango and stinky jackfruit and cookies and iced apple tea and nicole chan's torte. haha yum! i ate alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Honey came Friends. hahaha. yeah it's actually quite funny. people started leaving at this point. avril, nicole and i were the last to leave. i got a lift from nicole to some bus stop and then took 171 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome day. i have no pictures, as usual. i think you can go to &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/farfromfantastic"&gt;natw's&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://symphonyofmemories.blogspot.com"&gt;nicole's&lt;/a&gt; blog for them. they were the main photographers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm off to poking around and doing random stuff now! haji lane trip tomorrow and i might have to borrow some money from my sister for shoes which i've been waiting to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;or as they go in Honey, "get!"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2359151264561101537?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2359151264561101537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2359151264561101537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2359151264561101537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2359151264561101537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/scarlet-letter.html' title='scarlet letter.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6565369662429317462</id><published>2008-11-18T09:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:06:25.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rawr.</title><content type='html'>okay, so my plans were messed up for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i don't have dental today.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be on wednesday, but i thought it was on tuesday. so i panicked but then managed to call them to get it changed to friday, at 230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i can't cook anything at all now.&lt;br /&gt;there's like no staple food i can cook properly. and my mom isn't free to cook fried rice for me in the morning. so, she's going to buy like ten packets of beehoon and that's it. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i can't get a jobbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.&lt;br /&gt;and i need one so badly. i need to earn money because there's all these things which i need/want to buy! i just got offered a job, but i don't have time for that one. it's slightly admin-ish. which i don't mind. but it's one of those 9 to 5, 5-day work week kinda job. aka, responsibility! i have no time! plans packed to the brim. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see, i will only be free from the 25th, but that will only last until 4 dec because church camp starts on the 5th. okay, my dec is basically packed.&lt;br /&gt;starting dec: my church camp&lt;br /&gt;mid dec: jacq's church camp&lt;br /&gt;end dec: family vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i can only start working in JANUARY?! nooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. or maybe i should take up that permanent weekend part time job at Made With Love.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't mind. i plan to be some sort of nerd in jc anyway. okay, nope, i take that back. i'll just go ask for their times and if they'll take some 16/17 year old with a passion for not-really-scrapbooking. i guess if i really wanted that job, i can save my scanned-in pictures of the farewell cards in a thumbdrive and show it to them. this way, i'll also be earning money when school reopens. eh, wait. uh-oh, why didn't i foresee parental objection before? garrrrhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;TODAY HAS BEEN A HORRIBLE DAY. EXCLUDING THE EXERCISING WITH JACQ BECAUSE THAT WAS GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG STORY SHORT: I WENT FOR A HAIRCUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAIN PURPOSE: TO SHORTEN MY FRINGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE END: MY FRINGE WAS SHORTENED... AND ALSO RUINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEMPORARY SALVATION: TO PIN IT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I FEEL: LIKE DYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DO: MOPE AROUND AND SCREAM MENTALLY. HOPE THAT I CAN SALVAGE IT BY TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY I FEEL SO BAD: I WANTED TO SHORTEN MY FRINGE SO I CAN LOOK NICER FOR HAJI LANE DAY. BUT NOW, I HAVE SINCE DESTROYED ANY MINUTE PERCENTAGE OF LOOKING PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO CHEER UP: WATCH CHUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY, BUT I FELT THE NEED TO TYPE THIS ALL IN CAPS SO IT WILL SEEM LIKE I AM SCREAMING, BECAUSE BELIEVE ME, I AM. ON THE INSIDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6565369662429317462?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6565369662429317462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6565369662429317462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6565369662429317462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6565369662429317462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/rawr.html' title='rawr.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5057154974515874248</id><published>2008-11-17T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:43:52.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unadulterated.</title><content type='html'>today was fun! haha okay, but it also totally proves my own mental point somewhere that i should hurry up and make my planner! i have so many plans, i'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1) slow, long, sweaty walk to railmail's subway. meet jacq who will supposedly jog from her house to subway. have brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) dental appointment at bukit batok. :( dental appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) GROCERIES. haha i need to make "staple food" for class party. i'm not sure what i'll make/cook. but disclaimer here: no chawanmushi. haha sorry! but unless i can steam plastic containers, i'm not making chawanmushi in bulk. too much trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that's for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with emily today at vivo! with jacq, of course. and she was late, of course. because it rained, of course. haha. i'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! we started off with lunch. so emily and i went to get seats at Thai Express, of which neither emily nor jacq has eaten at before. so that was good and refreshing. emily and i had a good catch up about relatively significant events in each other's lives. and then enter jacq (who was late) into the picture! ordered food and talked some more. haha and then sighed a while about whether we'd ever ever get boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the shopping started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to mango and zara and f21 and pull-and-bear, and got tired, went to toys-r-us, took pictures. i think we went to look at shoes after that. charles and keith, urs. and after that, jacq wanted to look for hairbands at maternity stores because natc says they have lovely ones. it was so funny because we took turns being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, do you sell hairbands?"&lt;br /&gt;saleslady leads us to hairbands.&lt;br /&gt;"wow jacq, your NIECE will love it!"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"audrey, this will look so nice on your BABY!"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"no, no, jacq! don't move so fast, must be careful!"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, YVONNE will like this. yvonne, my NIECE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha it was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go over to bugis for cheaper goods. took the mrt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we were all tired and our legs were sore, so we sat down at J.Co and had donuts. well, emily and jacq had donuts. i ate some cream puff which i bought from somewhere else. we talked some more and then went to Accessorize. it's growing on me! they have such lovely accessories. hahah. then we went over to Diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, Diva. haha. we looked at friendship necklaces and decided to all get one. but they only had one set in bugis, so we reserved two sets in cine.&lt;br /&gt;(one set consists of a "best" and a "friends". since there are three of us, we need two sets!)&lt;br /&gt;with that, we went off to the bugis market, level 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around quite a bit. we ended up at this shop where emily tried on pretty kimono dresses while me and jacq sat on the floor and took random pictures. haha. the aunty who owns the shop was so nice and friendly. she said that emily was pretty and if she was from singapore. we were like yeah, she is. and how "yah lor, she so pretty, right?" jacq: "she's our friend. :D"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and then she added, "wo men shi jie mei!" which means, "we're sisters."/"we're bffs." and the aunty was all "ni men san ge?"&lt;br /&gt;us: "mei you la! bu shi, bu shi."&lt;br /&gt;aunty: "ni men liang ge leh? shi bu shi jie mei?"&lt;br /&gt;us: "haha, ye bu shi."&lt;br /&gt;aunty: "oh, ni men you dian xiang! bu shi jie mei ah?"&lt;br /&gt;us: "haha, bu shi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, end of cheena-ness. i apologize for all the han yu pin yins. haha are you damn grossed out now? can you even understand those? for those who need it: the above dialogue is in CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so that was a good small tiny chapter in our lives. we proceeded to take a bus to cine where we got our best friends necklaces and had a small budget dinner. we each picked our necklaces randomly.&lt;br /&gt;jacq: friends&lt;br /&gt;emily: friends&lt;br /&gt;aud: BEST&lt;br /&gt;haha. i win. :)&lt;br /&gt;we all wore it immediately. so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, i got some shopkeeper to help us take a picture (full length) of us with our bff necklaces. and then we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;but! that ain't the last we're seeing each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. jacq and i are going to the ZOO on sunday to VISIT EMILY cos she's doing her cip there! she will be in a UNIFORM. hahahaha. okay, she claims that the uniform isn't so bad. we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;and then, we're going over to emily's house the following day to relive our sec 2 moments! making cheesecake and watching dvds! happy happy! we get to see julian too! haha notice the excess amounts of exclamation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i love post-o lvls. i just need a job because i need money. JACQ. JOB-HUNTING. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5057154974515874248?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5057154974515874248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5057154974515874248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5057154974515874248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5057154974515874248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/unadulterated.html' title='unadulterated.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8312745008848685305</id><published>2008-11-15T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:38:29.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you were saying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;cos when you're fifteen&lt;br /&gt;and somebody tells you that they love you,&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna believe them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;i think i am very amazed and tickled that there is such a word as "frowzy". haha, isn't it awesome? it means "dirty and untidy; slovenly/smelling bad; musty". haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jacq, i think frolick isn't going to hire us anymore. we haven't heard from them for the longest time. maybe it's time to start hunting for another job somewhere. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my life is very exciting. haha, in my mind! i need to start drawing out a planner/timetable to stick on my wardrobe. i already have plenty of plans and got a bit of extra money today. i really need to start working to earn my shopping money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have ambitious plans to work out. actually, it shouldn't even be considered working out. just moving around in a speed faster than normal? yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than my "working out" timetable, there's also the "going out" timetable and the "earning money" timetable (which is yet to be filled in because i have no job) and then "watching shows" timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be getting my laptop any moment from now to the beginning of next year. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am also loving my manicure. my nails are so pretty! haha i think i might return back to this manicure place because they're so careful and good. i think the price is quite reasonable, considering how satisfied i am with my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i am also going to change my blogskin like really really soon. designing it on photoshop tomorrow night. i'm not sure how it's going to be like, yet. but i might just go overboard and stick pictures of myself all over. it will definitely be pink. but pink and one other colour. like it's pink and green now. i kinda like this colour combination, so i might keep it. i used to like pink and grey, then it was pink and brown. now it's pink and green! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i might add in my favourite shade of green, which is what miss natalie wong calls the "sewage green".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have officially ran out of things to crap about, but watch this space! imma take lotsa pictures, with both my film camera AND my digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this space ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8312745008848685305?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8312745008848685305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8312745008848685305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8312745008848685305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8312745008848685305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-were-saying.html' title='you were saying?'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-9069708451021427880</id><published>2008-11-14T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:26:20.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and we all fall down, satisfied.</title><content type='html'>the O's are finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i feel like there's something different, yet there isn't anything different. i woke up really late (by my standards) today, at the divine time of eleven. my brother was already in my room, watching some anime on youtube while eating jellybeans and crunching chips (my favourite potato chips!). i could've slept a little while more but i remembered that i should really wake up to bathe and wash my hair. i didn't wash my hair yesterday morning because i don't wash my hair on mornings of school days. and i didn't wash my hair yesterday night even though my fringe was super duper oily because i was so tired. so i forced myself out of bed this morning to have my long-awaited shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, there's something funny from Chuck which i want to quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Morgan: Are you ready, guys?&lt;br /&gt;Patel: I was born ready.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: I was born premature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, don't you find that hilarious too?? i laughed out loud. it's so sad that Chuck Season 2 is ending but it's only starting to make me laugh out loud. my favourite is still Season 1. just because it's funny and retarded and made me laugh aplenty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, being the OCD that i am, i am going to recall and recount every single detail of yesterday for you people. it's regarding the last paper of o's AND sze's super sweet sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, first of all, i had great plans for sze's birthday. like great great. you should ask jacq. she went through all of my OH I JUST HAD ANOTHER IDEA FOR SZE'S BDAY, JACQ smses. and i would call her even though there's a paper the next day and we would discuss it together. when there're screw-ups, i would also call jacq and complain to her. haha basically, jacq had to put up with me because i couldn't very well call sze anc complain to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed for super long for this day to go smoothly and successfully. i thank God for answering my prayers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so after the paper, we all went back home and agreed to meet at raffles city at 1230. jacq came back home with me because she wanted to borrow clothes from me. so she came along and took a long time trying to decide on something to wear. laughed alot at my on-screen keyboard because my actual 3d keyboard can't be used. finally chose two tops and went back home because she wasn't wearing the right bra. we agreed to meet at the her house's bus stop so we can bus over to raffles city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't have my umbrella with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reached jacq's bus stop and promptly got stranded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so horrible! there wasn't a spot in the entire bus stop which provided full protection from the evil clutches of the rain! and jacq refused to come down until the rain lessened because she was wearing flats and her flats get wet easily. so i waited there patiently for the rain to lessen while receiving smses about where i am and why i was going to be so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i became impatient and decided that i might as well take a cab there. so i called jacq and told her that i will try to hail a cab, then turn into her house to get her then we can make our way to raffles city. but i couldn't hail an effing cab because they were all already taken. so i was a very frustrated girl. i stomped my feet once and regretted it because i splashed water all over myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq called me and told me to walk over to some street sign but i didn't know where that was and i couldn't have walked over anyway because it was still raining and i didn't have an umbrella. so she said that she'll get the taxi driver to u-turn to the bus stop, where i'll get into the cab, and then we can make our way to raffles city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into the cab at 1230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uncle asked us which route we wanted to take to raffles city and gave us two choices.&lt;br /&gt;1) the faster route, but we have to pay for 2 ERPs.&lt;br /&gt;2) the slower route, but we don't have to pay for 2 ERPs.&lt;br /&gt;we took option 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached raffles city and grace called me, so we agreed to meet up before walking over to New York New York together. met them at the mrt and then walked to NYNY, where av, natw, sze was already at. we introduced grace and maisie to sze and she was pleasantly surprised. haha i think she thought that was the surprise but that was considered small in comparison to what she'll get later! melin came late but she was part of the surprise, in sze's eyes. so we had lunch together, happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to walk around. sze, me, jacq went to shop at hula&amp;amp;co, renamed hulo&amp;amp;ca by sze. there were pretty dresses. one caught my eye but it was 39.90. nope, too ex. and i wasn't planning on buying dresses anyway. after that, we walked into MPH to look at all the books. natw picked up one called the Skinny Bitch. hahaha. and then there were all these Books for Dummies. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sze then wanted to get her manicure FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, so i accompanied her. i don't mind a manicure. :) we went to Fave Nails, and it was a good choice. sze got a lovely shade of lightish pink while i got evillish dark plummish purple. she got round cut while i got my square cut as always. the manicure took quite long so the others went off to entertain themselves, but came back to the manicure place towards the end to rest and talk. when our nails were finally done, me and sze were so careful with our nails. everybody had to help us get our wallets, etc. i got jacq to help me top up my ez-link card.&lt;br /&gt;"where is it? are you sure you brought it?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes! it's in my purse. just look for the bent card with an ugly face of mine."&lt;br /&gt;"oh! here. let's laugh at it together."&lt;br /&gt;and she proceeded to laugh at my p6 face with natw and melin. how lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the mrt to somerset and walked to cine. ARCADE! haha i haven't stepped into an arcade for the longest time. after they got the arcade credit card thing, they went straight to the DDR. hahaha, it was so funny. there were ParaPara, basketball games (to which i chanted "sixteen, sixteen!" and caused sze to laugh hysterically), shooting games, some tapping buttons game i played with sann. fun fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at six at shokudo. we left melin, av, sann and maisie still at the arcade while we walked towards our dinner. alas! dresses caught our eyes and we hesitated for a moment before stepping into the shop because it was a lingerie shop. but the beauty of the dresses triumped and we trooped inside to find one which we would like enough to buy. cheap cheap, okay! 2 for $30. sze and jacq bought one each. so i bought 2! haha. what, pretty AND cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char and la came to join us halfway at Buttons. (yeah, a second surprise in the eyes of choi sze wing) after our purchases, we walked over to shokudo and asked for a table for 8. we sat down and waited for melin and av to come over. when everybody was present, dinner finally started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all took our orders. dinner was really quite hilarious! they were discussing the bio paper and so many random things happened. like how the waffles jacq and melin shared was too burnt so they wanted it changed. and after they got the new waffles, melin insisted on checking the underside to check if it was burnt or if there was a bubble of spit. hahahaha. char almost wanted to change her pasta because she thought that it was too oily and went round the table touching everybody's plates before concluding that hers was indeed oily. but after the waffles drama, she decided not to change it and said that it was probably the oily hands of the waiter. melin then said, "eh so mean! he just walked past!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, THE REAL SURPRISES WERE ALL ABOUT TO HAPPEN!&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so av, natw, char and la said their goodbyes while me jacq melin and sze went over to paragon for dessert. IN ACTUAL FACT, av natw char la are making their way back to sze's house first! and sze wasn't actually having dessert with me jacq and melin, but walter and sulyn! her church friend and rmun friend. but walter was late so we had to stall sze. this is what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) took pictures with christmas trees. "omg! so pretty, let's take pictures!"&lt;br /&gt;2) enter a supermarket. "i wonder if people will buy their groceries here! everything looks so expensive."&lt;br /&gt;3) buy jellybeans. "OOH! let's buy! everybody choose one flavour and pull it yourself."&lt;br /&gt;4) go into That CD Shop. "wow sze, look, the jonas brothers!"&lt;br /&gt;even when we finally stepped into Canele,&lt;br /&gt;5) jacq and melin went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;6) i can't decide on what to eat. "hmm, macarons or cake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i got/made multiple phonecalls from/to walter. i excused myself by telling sze that my mom was mad that it was so late and i still wasn't home. building up tension and atmosphere! at the last phonecall (where i went out of Canele because walter and sulyn was already there), i went back in and told sze that i really had to go home because my mom was very angry with me. at that moment, the food came. you could see the distress so clearly on sze's face because melin and jacq were saying how they had to go too. haha i kinda pitied sze so i was all, "oh actually i can stay for a little while more to eat."&lt;br /&gt;and sze, being the extremely kind soul that she is, "oh, no it's okay. you're already in trouble with your parents, right?"&lt;br /&gt;while i edged towards the door, "yeah, but... are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;i signalled frantically to sulyn and walter and they started walking towards the cafe, so i went back to sze to like hug her byebye and how i was very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;walter and sulyn at door, so i said "haha, but we won't leave you here alone, so i brought better company!" i pointed at the entrance and she saw them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how perfect. :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha and sze's classic "i am so surprised!". hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment that jacq melin and i left the cafe, we started running for the escalator and congratulating each other for how successful that was. decided to take a cab back to sze's place and reached before av/natw/char/la. melin stayed by the pool where grace and tricia was. jacq and i was at sze's house, where we first placed all the shoes at the balcony and then hurried around for a bit. jacq went down to get av/natw/char/la up.  melin/grace/tricia/liz came up together with them and we were all so excited. we sat around in the living room and started planning how we wanted to carry out the surprise. and after talking about it for a few moments, we trooped back into sze's room and decided to rehearse. but then me and jacq had to go down and get walter and sulyn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we got back, i opened the door and they surprised me instead. haha it was really quite scary in the surprising way. so, walter and sulyn came into the room and we all waited for sze together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures and decided on our final plan. then her mom informed us that sze is in the carpark and she'll be coming up in fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, it was so nerve-wrecking when we heard sze in the house and we all tried to stay as quiet as we can so we won't give ourselves away. but she took forever to come in! haha like where is she? and we all hoped that she wouldn't start stripping or something. but then, she finally turned the doorknob and pushed it open and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SURPRISE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sze proceeded to scream and jump a foot in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha we all laughed at her while people went up to her to give her birthday hugs. it was so awesome and classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so we got her to look for her birthday present and she found it and i think she liked it. :) we took a picture of 4+4 with her new polaroid and she cut her cake and then i had to leave because my parents were already at sze's house. so, it was a really great and wonderful birthday for sze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, sze! i know you enjoyed your birthday and hope that whenever you feel down or insecure, you'll just have to think back to 13/11/2008 and know that you have so many friends that love you! don't ever have to worry about being alone or being forgotten because that's like impossible! smile and stay happy always, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha i'm like rushing cos the laptop is running out of battery. update soon again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, oh, thanks ahma and jong! those tags made me smile and go AWWW. you guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;PPS, emily! haha i miss you too. see you online at 8 today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til the next time,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;audreyyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-9069708451021427880?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/9069708451021427880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=9069708451021427880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/9069708451021427880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/9069708451021427880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-we-all-fall-down-satisfied.html' title='and we all fall down, satisfied.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6900769732694245942</id><published>2008-11-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:43:04.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your aquiline smile.</title><content type='html'>i think i get very bothered by different people.&lt;br /&gt;not different as in &lt;i&gt;oh, so many people&lt;/i&gt;. different, as in &lt;i&gt;i am unique and proud of it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i secretly want to be like that, but will never be brave enough to step out and be seen by so many eyes and judged by so many beings. or maybe because i simply cannot stand how they should feel like they live within a storybook life, but it's okay because &lt;u&gt;that is who they are&lt;/u&gt;. maybe i don't know them well enough but if that's who they really are, then i really wouldn't want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not talking about who you most probably think i'm talking about. so stop guessing. he or she, or both, is no longer in contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to be really mean here because i haven't been mean in a long time. or you can call it stress because tomorrow's physics paper 1 (!!!). whatever it is, i think the following is going to be harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so for &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; people. whether they like it or not, whether they know it or not, whether they want it or not, they shamelessly attract attention. (ATTENTION SEEKER!) and i know it probably feels great to be their friend because they make you feel special. "wow, i'm so grateful they're willing to let me be their friend!", "aw, they're so nice to me.", "omg, they're so FUN." but when all is stripped away and if you look closely, you can see who's taking the centrestage. (oops, sorry, hsm3 rocks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to watch a lot of korean dramas which my mom watched, and read alot of books of various genres (okay, the bulk being fantasy and chick lit). and as much as they entertained me, they all revolved around a single being. ONE person. an entire book devoted to that one living thing. so what about her mother who appeared only once, but gave birth to her? what about her best friend whom she claims she cannot live without, but only had fourteen lines? or that nerd she talked so much about because she went clubbing at night? so all these people are not worth reading a storybook about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where i'm going with this, but i think i'm sick of being a side role in a storybook. this person i'm talking about? i'm not in her storybook. used to be, but not anymore. nah, i'm in another person's storybook now. you just know you're not starring in your own storybook when you have a life so boring and mundane. nothing ever happens in my life, so i know i'm not the main character and this isn't my storybook. it's somebody else's, and i have a good guess who that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you can go live your life to the fullest and have all the fun you want.&lt;br /&gt;you can be heartbroken and write about it.&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, it suddenly seems like they're almost all the same)&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry nobody will remember me with time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;awesome, so my brother got his PSP.&lt;br /&gt;and my whole family was so awed by it:&lt;br /&gt;brother- i have 8GB! and 16 games!&lt;br /&gt;father- wah, can even watch videos.&lt;br /&gt;mother- and put pictures, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored today i curled my own lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had two rounds of subway today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics mcq&lt;br /&gt;(27/37)&lt;br /&gt;(26/38)&lt;br /&gt;(32/40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new taiwanese drama series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i will continue with more physics mcq later and then sleep early and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6900769732694245942?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6900769732694245942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6900769732694245942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6900769732694245942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6900769732694245942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-aquiline-smile.html' title='your aquiline smile.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4165549564619924182</id><published>2008-11-04T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:45:00.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost-surviving.</title><content type='html'>hello guys! i haven't blogged for the longest time, but that's only because my desktop's keyboard decided to die on me AGAIN. anyway, the o's haven't been as good as the last time i posted because, well just because. everybody heard about how horrible and "interesting" the physics paper was, including those who doesn't even take it. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also extrememly discontented and dissatisfied with my emath. i'm not confident of the A1 which i am supposed to get. aish. bio was frustrating because everything i studied for did not come out. like all the fertilisation and menstrual cycle and genetic engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, yeah, well, social studies went okay. i hope i can scrape an A2 for that. higher chinese tomorrow and lit on friday. i hope these two won't be as bad as physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i really need to change my blog layout. i sill find it nice, but i want a change. i'll probably photoshop something out after the o's, when i will have more time and less guilt (whenever i use the computer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also been randomly writing down random little paragraphs in my treo. maybe i'll choose one or two to type out, but definitely after i change my blog layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i wanted to post a random picture of me to refresh your memory of how i look like. but i don't have any pictures in this computer, so, cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh wait! there's always facebook. cool, awesome. wait a minute while i source for a uber cool one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1748328_5855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-4165549564619924182?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4165549564619924182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4165549564619924182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4165549564619924182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4165549564619924182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/11/almost-surviving.html' title='almost-surviving.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4704562727226754221</id><published>2008-10-24T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:29:31.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>limn.</title><content type='html'>the first week of o lvls have been awesome and i couldn't ask for any better. i feel very blessed by God. i mean, sure, i made some mistakes here and there, but it went a lot better than i expected. especially for geog. i was really happy and contented with that one. maybe if i work hard, i can scrape a B for elective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, emath and bio next week. emath will be my only solace.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i'm starting to freak myself out by being so mathy. i have realised how i can lose myself when doing math. like during the o's, three times i felt nervous before stepping into the hall for math, and three times i did the paper halfway and came to a sudden realisation "EH, this is The O's." hahaha it's a ridiculous sensation. i think math brings out the conventional and logical balanced side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, here's a youtube video for everyone but noone's probably going to watch it. don't care. still posting it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EV2zehOWZDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EV2zehOWZDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for church camp. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-4704562727226754221?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4704562727226754221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4704562727226754221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4704562727226754221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4704562727226754221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/limn.html' title='limn.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8880909776550515986</id><published>2008-10-19T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:12:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>yes, big o's start tomorrow and i'm fake-panicking. truth is, i'm not scared. but i know i should be. i don't know why i'm not worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq says that this is good. because i am able to trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, nat, for the prayer. i will keep you in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my other battle mates: we can do this, one paper at a time. don't look back. once tomorrow comes, it will be a whirlwind of emotions and knowledge and time. but it will be over because time never stops. and when it is over, we might jump or scream or cry. but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be over. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8880909776550515986?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8880909776550515986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8880909776550515986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8880909776550515986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8880909776550515986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7411584973652754402</id><published>2008-10-16T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:45:23.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>technology, technology.</title><content type='html'>like seriously, how many of you will believe me if i told you that i am using my sister's phone RIGHT NOW. yeah, like right now right now. Right now, i am seeing this blogger screen on my sister's phone. (which, btw, is really hard to type on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, technology is awesome. It prolly wouldn't cost her anything because i logged onto our home's wireless. Awesome, right? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at home the entire of today and slacked. I feel really bad, but i can't help it. why do you think i can't study at home? Totally because i have no self-discipline. my mom doesn't believe me. She thinks that i'm just trying to come up with excuses. And now, she doesn't believe that i actually do work in school either. Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, i am going to school tomorrow. geog then chem. I swear i hate the o's. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm off to see if i can youtube on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(heyy cheryl! I miss you and the rest of the ecosoc! Poo.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7411584973652754402?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7411584973652754402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7411584973652754402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7411584973652754402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7411584973652754402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/technology-technology.html' title='technology, technology.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-9129346894175751921</id><published>2008-10-15T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:15:13.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like runny nose/blocked nose/fever/body aches sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-9129346894175751921?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/9129346894175751921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=9129346894175751921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/9129346894175751921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/9129346894175751921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7234114195536947307</id><published>2008-10-14T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:17:09.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>otiose</title><content type='html'>i feel like today's dictionary.com WOTD is giving me a sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7234114195536947307?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7234114195536947307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7234114195536947307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7234114195536947307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7234114195536947307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/otiose.html' title='otiose'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3776777012168575553</id><published>2008-10-12T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:15:11.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear 4t,</title><content type='html'>i hope you guys like my secret. :)&lt;br /&gt;here's &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/jr__nal/4244008.html"&gt;part II&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(any objections? i assumed it was okay.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3776777012168575553?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3776777012168575553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3776777012168575553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3776777012168575553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3776777012168575553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-4t.html' title='dear 4t,'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-600698491412256795</id><published>2008-10-09T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:48:54.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh it's not your price to pay.</title><content type='html'>i have been keeping a secret for around one week now and it's so unbearable. i want to tell somebody, anybody, but i can't. tomorrow will reveal everything and my imagination tells me of a speech. i wonder what i would do in the end. i hope people like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also found out that people write the best when they are heartbroken or feeling all things negative. from observations and experience and trends. too bad chinese isn't popular or well-understood. HAHA. actually, that's good, isn't it? then people wouldn't know what i'm being emo about and they wouldn't be able to ask me. one day, i will lapse back into my chinese poetry because it seems like i'm the only one who thinks that Chinese is a beautiful but sad language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only ten more minutes before going back to my secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-600698491412256795?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/600698491412256795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=600698491412256795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/600698491412256795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/600698491412256795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-its-not-your-price-to-pay.html' title='oh it&apos;s not your price to pay.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2051433867642001840</id><published>2008-10-08T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:36:37.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of all the things to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/IMG_1574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all my friends are pretty." i stated over the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussion follows. my friends are listed out and considered. a conclusion is reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my friends are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so good for you if you're my friend, hoho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, that was what i KNEW all along, so i feel really blessed to be surrounded by beautiful people everyday. added bonus that they bring joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and natz came to school today. imagine the look on my face when i went to the toilet to pee and saw her. for a moment there i wondered of all the things i can hallucinate, why nat. but then she smiled sheepishly and said hi, so i went to hug her because i missed her too. glad you came today! mwa mwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh the polaroid was bad because i have man-knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to acjc open house (yes, i went to acjc openhouse with jacq in the end, nat! GUESS WHO I SAW.) ((i don't even know if you still read my blog but i shall pretend you do.)) and admired the art pieces put up for exhibition. jacq and i tried interpreting them. and then i found out that people can take art in jc even if they don't take o level art. jacq, however, is convinced i should take drama. more so when serene added that people do monologues in drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i took two buses home and fell asleep on the sofa, in my favourite spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2051433867642001840?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2051433867642001840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2051433867642001840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2051433867642001840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2051433867642001840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-all-things-to-say.html' title='of all the things to say.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3974240785145217900</id><published>2008-10-03T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:08:20.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no life</title><content type='html'>haha, i read cheryl's blog a while ago and she had this "5facts about me you might/might not know about" thing, so because 1) i read her blog and 2) i have no life, imma do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5facts about me you might/might not know about&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;(eff, i can't think of anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, erm, i think i have lost my ability to worry properly. like, as of RIGHT NOW, there is this suppressed/compressed feeling in my chest due to the fact that the o's are in 16 days (according to jacq), but i am here doing this. i keep thinking i have more time. and i keep telling myself that the o's will be easier than all the papers i have been doing. i keep telling myself there are stupider people out there. i keep telling myself that in the end, i will survive the o's and i will get into ACJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;i can feel my heartbeat at all times. and sometimes, i like to stop and press my thumb against my wrist to count the number of times my heart beat per minute. except i don't time myself so i just end up counting, in a very trance-like and hypnotic way. and if i don't move and flip my hair to one side, i can see the strands moving with my heartbeat. dum. dum. dum. it makes me feel very alive, yet at the same time, like i'm perpetually nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;i like my hair long and i think it can be longer. i know people think my hair is too long, but i have thought about it. i won't ever cut more than two cm at one go. or i will run home and cry. my hair is my life. if you cut my hair as a prank, or simply because you are possessed, i will scream and shout and cry like I'M possessed. i really think so. please, don't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;i can't squeal about guys properly. as in, zac efron, joe jonas and kimi raikkonen. i think they're really cute and good-looking, but i can't SQUEAL. like the way sze squeals about the JoBros or jacq about her lovelife or avril about jensen ackles. i cannot. it feels unnatural. i don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;i like to expect the unexpected. like when i board the bus, i scan the whole bus and basically look at everybody before anybody looks at me. and then i prepare myself for any possible situation that can possibly happen. for example, i might secretly plan how i'm going to pick myself up if i fall down in the most embarrassing wat ever. or i might think about what to do if a guy picks me up. or how to respond if i realised the man sitting beside me is a vampire. or secretly think to myself "if there's a mind reader in this bus, HAH, i know your secret." stuff like that. which is why life is sometimes very exciting to me- simply because i get so caught up in these little daydreams of my own. this way, i prepare myself for both disappointments and pleasant surprises. i can tell myself "yay!" or i can tell myself "i knew it." or i can tell myself "i don't care." it makes life so much easier, really. that's probably why i'm happy most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will tag anybody who feels like doing this. or anybody who is willing to. i bet people will read this during their break of mugging and then just go back to mugging while i just wasted half an hour typing this out. i can't stand-- NEVERMIND. audrey is a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who actually gets annoyed pretty easily, contrary to popular belief. i won't tell you when and you won't know why.&lt;br /&gt;imagine me smiling mysteriously as i clumsily attempt to walk backwards and fade myself from your view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3974240785145217900?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3974240785145217900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3974240785145217900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3974240785145217900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3974240785145217900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-no-life.html' title='i have no life'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-4693664755574631669</id><published>2008-09-30T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:13:12.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when negativity meets positivity. and wins.</title><content type='html'>i want a Team Blair shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to lock myself up and not talk to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the world to stop being so judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's getting lovelier and lovelier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-4693664755574631669?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/4693664755574631669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=4693664755574631669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4693664755574631669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/4693664755574631669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-negativity-meets-positivity-and.html' title='when negativity meets positivity. and wins.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6842803657016012835</id><published>2008-09-29T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:25:30.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 racing.</title><content type='html'>OH NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY KIMI RAIKKONEN CRASHEDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was already so UGH when massa drove away from the pit lane with the fuel pipe thing attached. like SHITDAMN DIE. like he was FIRST. FIRST! then his incompetent crew mates had to go screw it up. okay, i know i shouldn't be saying this kinda stuff because they prolly hate themselves too, BUT ARGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beginning was so perfect! massa first, hamilton second and my kimi raikkonen third. i was super hyped up and happy. then ARGH. if only piquet didn't crash!!! kimi raikkonen was ferrari's last hope. everything was going so well! he climbed up from the 13th to the 3rd! AND THEN HE CRASHED. like OMGWTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay luh, i'm quite happy for fernando alonso, if that's his name. like the qualifying round was totally shitty for him and then he got to win F1's first ever night race. go singapore! me lovey you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i am so enthusiastic about anything mildly related to sports. am definitely catching the next GP at Japan. i hope star sports will show it and i can get to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay, i just realised that i'm totally not a ferrari fan. i'm just a kimi raikkonen fan. he drove for mclaren in 2005! it's difficult for me to digest that because i am totally supposed to go BOOO at mclaren. i'm so annoyed they have a one-point lead over ferrari. and that hamilton is now ahead by seven points. whyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of 2008 Formula One race schedule.&lt;br /&gt;japan - 12 oct&lt;br /&gt;china - 19 oct&lt;br /&gt;brazil - 2 nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it ends! fortunately, it's a yearly thing. YAY. next year's F1 season is even longer than this year's because more and more countries are joining. from 29 march to 15 november. i will stay at home and cheer for my kimi raikkonen. whoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, whatev, it's prolly very boring for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was awesome awesome yesterday. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6842803657016012835?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6842803657016012835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6842803657016012835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6842803657016012835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6842803657016012835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1-racing.html' title='F1 racing.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3474736652463782431</id><published>2008-09-24T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:20:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listing.</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm surrounded by pessimists sometimes. and it's hard trying to bring some optimism into their life without annoying them. i suppose i understand, but i guess it's just me. i've learnt to look on the brighter side of life. it's less painful this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;i want a google phone. the &lt;a href="http://www.t-mobileg1.com/"&gt;T-Mobile G1&lt;/a&gt;. white one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marketwire.com/library/20080923-tm300a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, talk about being effing gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;at this point, i remember what avril told me before, "someone told me that when you get a dslr, you never go back to the normal digital cameras". i didn't understand that. until she added, "like how you wouldn't use a normal phone after your treo." then i got it. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel like doing alot of physics. which i will. after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach's giving me so much problems nowadays. i've always thought i was eating wayyy too much, but now my body's actually telling me to stop being such a pig. it hurts so much after i eat. and i keep touching it. if someone didn't know any better, they'd have thought i was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;gossip girl rocked. i love blair's hair and jenny's fashion sense. i like vanessa's hair and eyes. oh, and good riddance, marcus and duchess. you won't be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;i grew ten cm in four years. HAH, BEAT THAT. i am now officially 160cm!!!! callooh, callay, oh frabjous day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3474736652463782431?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3474736652463782431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3474736652463782431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3474736652463782431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3474736652463782431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/listing.html' title='listing.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-5709665293140917845</id><published>2008-09-23T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:06:27.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obeisance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb29/aftermidnightmods/adiml/CIMG7388-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if i will ever be able to reproduce my thoughts in such a beautiful way. if i will ever be able to reproduce my thoughts at all. they float up and swim away. and i'm lost in the superficiality of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-5709665293140917845?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/5709665293140917845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=5709665293140917845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5709665293140917845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/5709665293140917845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/obeisance.html' title='obeisance'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb29/aftermidnightmods/adiml/th_CIMG7388-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-2917362519794183702</id><published>2008-09-15T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:22:07.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-209.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v333/204/58/593166209/n593166209_1724341_5763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i look as nice as that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been trying to work my ass off these days and i'm getting so tired. as in, physically and not mentally. i think i can go on quite well. just last saturday, i did the ss SBQ voluntarily and doggedly finished it. go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to work on my science ALOT. doing the chem june paper now. sigh. my base is still not entirely covered. need to devote more time for memory work instead of practicising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, i have been bringing a film camera to school to take pictures in class. they're allowed since film cameras aren't digital. i want to capture the very last moments of everything and everyone. the no-deleting policy still stands because i can't delete any pictures, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i am going back to chem now. after which will come biology. i'm thinking about meeting mr liu for some reteaching and considering project care as well. in the meantime, i'm crossing my fingers and hoping that my study method is right this time. i'm grateful that God has blessed me much more discipline and perserverance this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want Longest Day pictures! jacqueline leonggggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-2917362519794183702?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/2917362519794183702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=2917362519794183702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2917362519794183702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/2917362519794183702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/weary.html' title='weary.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7794713260744491933</id><published>2008-09-10T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:35:44.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody's online.</title><content type='html'>i bet they're all secretly studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like just going to sleep now because i want to study chem but i don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and a note to my classmates:&lt;br /&gt;when i become very quiet/tired/sleepy after receiving results, it's a clear sign of "STAY AWAY, I NEED MY ALONE TIME." if you talk to me, you will make me cry. don't make me cry, so don't talk to me. maybe i will talk about it later. please please please, remember this advice that i'm giving you about myself. i don't want to get annoyed at innocent and concerned people.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will walk around and dawdle until 0930.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7794713260744491933?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7794713260744491933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7794713260744491933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7794713260744491933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7794713260744491933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/nobodys-online.html' title='nobody&apos;s online.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7766772790648539668</id><published>2008-09-09T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:50:46.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office ladies,</title><content type='html'>today, i chose another Agatha Christie book and opened to the first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/P9092771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, look. 9th September! isn't that today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;today was another great and inspiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossip girl never fails to make me gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying starts tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7766772790648539668?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7766772790648539668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7766772790648539668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7766772790648539668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7766772790648539668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-ladies.html' title='office ladies,'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7938534491640937032</id><published>2008-09-08T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:54:23.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>security blanket of a child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1770481_2947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture! the carpet is so pretty and i'm sitting like a little girl. you can see my bangles and my hairband, which are birthday presents. my legs seem to be shiny and it provides an interesting view to my m)phosis heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to love myself more and more. in little random ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i like the way i talk to myself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i love the smell of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i look into a mirror and stare at myself.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i have become so much happier i feel shallow.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i can easily identify popular mainstream songs.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i have a neverending wish list.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i can pose shamelessly for the camera and love it.&lt;br /&gt;i like the way i can see the good in every single person.&lt;/blockquote&gt;okay. i should stop. this is bordering on insane and egoistic. but that's what everybody should do- list down what they like about themselves. sure, we all have flaws and faults. but if you don't love yourself, how do we expect someone to love us? this is why i need Balance in my life. it is one of my top five values, for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i loved today! basically, we just sat in the Lecture Theater and listen to a person drone on endlessly about career options. it sounds boring, but it really isn't. at least to me. we get to identify what kind of a person we are, what kind of jobs are suitable for us and also to learn how to achieve our ambition! please, i can even list down the Six Factors of Deciding Your Career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Behaviour&lt;br /&gt;2. Interest&lt;br /&gt;3. Abilities&lt;br /&gt;4. Talent&lt;br /&gt;5. Experience&lt;br /&gt;6. Circumstance&lt;/blockquote&gt;i don't think that's in order, but see, i did it. i can recall my multiple intelligience too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Interpersonal Intelligience&lt;br /&gt;2. Visual-Spatial Intelligience&lt;br /&gt;2. Intrapersonal Intelligience&lt;/blockquote&gt;whee. which means i completely and absolutely am suited to being a psychologist. i want to do psychology in uni anyway. child psychology! i don't mind any other sort, but if we needed to narrow it down in any circumstance, then it's child psychology. and fine arts. which is really all the real artsy stuff, like sculpting and painting and stained-glassing. wow, right? i was talking to my mom about my holland code (ASC) and she thinks that i should be some sort of fashion boutique manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A for Artistic&lt;br /&gt;S for Social&lt;br /&gt;C for Conventional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i think it's extremely accurate. like, i totally wouldn't mind being a photocopy lady. in fact, if nobody ever hires me, i think i shall return to mgs as the photocopy lady. i like photocopying. it comes out black and white and warm and it sometimes smells lovely. stop frowning at the computer screen already. i'm weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i most probably have already lost you, i am just going to drone on. for my own sake. after all, the one reading this blog after fifty years is I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know that my Top Five Values are&lt;br /&gt;1. Fun&lt;br /&gt;2. Balance&lt;br /&gt;3. Friendship &amp;amp; Family&lt;br /&gt;4. Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;5. Respect&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i am also in love with the appendixes which comes together with the bunch of notes. they list down the courses provided in universities and i secretly yearn to go to LaSalle. like seriously! their campus is to die for. a work of art, i swear. two courses appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Design&lt;br /&gt;- Advertising design&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion communication&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion design&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion jewellery&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion management&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion textiles&lt;br /&gt;- Graphic design&lt;br /&gt;- Interior design&lt;br /&gt;- Performance design&lt;br /&gt;- Product design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fine Arts&lt;br /&gt;- Art photography&lt;br /&gt;- Drawing&lt;br /&gt;- Graphic novel&lt;br /&gt;- Painting&lt;br /&gt;- Printmaking&lt;br /&gt;- Sculpture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;SEE SEE SEE! ugh. i'm not artsy at all, to think of it properly. i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with this appendix, i can see that i shouldn't go to NUS at all because they do not offer Psychology. thus, i have decided that my other choice of university would be NTU because they not only offer Psychology, but Fine Arts too! yes, i am so inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am going off now. i have bored you long enough. this kinda stuff interests me to no end. i can go on forever, but i need to sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7938534491640937032?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7938534491640937032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7938534491640937032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7938534491640937032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7938534491640937032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/security-blanket-of-child.html' title='security blanket of a child.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-6282081101506817968</id><published>2008-09-07T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:55:19.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sweet sixteen.</title><content type='html'>yay! but i'm very lazy now. so pictures first. i'll blog more later (after my CSI Supreme Sunday! hee.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891157_6956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891160_7965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891161_8291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891166_9971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891168_653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891170_1586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891175_3580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891176_3958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891177_4339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891178_4732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891192_194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891194_972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891196_1754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891199_2994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891239_1047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891242_2065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891252_5424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891257_7211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v337/213/27/724025097/n724025097_891273_3382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! CSI starting in five minutes!&lt;br /&gt;mwa mwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-6282081101506817968?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/6282081101506817968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=6282081101506817968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6282081101506817968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/6282081101506817968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-sweet-sixteen.html' title='sweet sweet sixteen.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-960809891857449994</id><published>2008-09-04T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:49:34.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of a mess of a dreamer,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g179/pinkarynique/P9012624-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Day In The September Holidays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;0800&lt;/b&gt; Wake up to the sound of radio music./Blink at the morning brightness./Grab blanket and flip over./Drift back to sleep with the smell of blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1000&lt;/b&gt; Wake up to the humid air./Get annoyed at brother's screamings./Smell blanket./Groan and pull myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1030&lt;/b&gt; Brush teeth./Choose clothes./Bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1050&lt;/b&gt; Open storeroom door./Climb up ladder./Browse through mom's collection of Agatha Christie./Pick out books with Hercule Poirot./Jump off ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1100&lt;/b&gt; Make milo./Soak biscuits till completely soggy and bread-like./Read a chapter for every two biscuits./Sip noisily at rest of milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1130&lt;/b&gt; Cosy up in favourite spot of sofa./Finish up the Agatha Christie novel./Glance at tv occasionally./Pay attention when Joe Jonas appears in Camp Rock trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1230&lt;/b&gt; Close the Agatha Christie novel./Sigh contentedly./Marvel at Agatha Christie./Mourn that she is dead./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1300&lt;/b&gt; Asks stomach if it's hungry./Turn on computer./Flop on unmade bed while it loads./Type in account password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1305&lt;/b&gt; Check mail./Visit blogs./Sigh because nobody tagged my blog./Sigh because nobody updated their blogs./Slouch in chair./Do nothing but stare at computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1315&lt;/b&gt; Feel sad that there's nothing to do./Feel happy that I can waste time without guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1316&lt;/b&gt; Lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1430&lt;/b&gt; Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1430&lt;/b&gt; Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1600&lt;/b&gt; Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1600&lt;/b&gt; Wake up./Lie on favourite spot of sofa./Feel the fatigue seeping back into bones./Fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1800&lt;/b&gt; Wake up./Listen to mom's nagging./Refuse to bathe./Finally bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1830&lt;/b&gt; Dinner./Decide to eat very little./End up eating alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1715&lt;/b&gt; Read newspapers./Watch tv programmes with family./Laugh at retarded Taiwanese programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2200&lt;/b&gt; Mom get up to switch tv off./Parents go to sleep./Use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2215&lt;/b&gt; Appear offline./Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;0000&lt;/b&gt; Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so the cycle repeats like this. not exactly the same for each day, but not much variation either. i love being able to waste a day away completely, without feeling guilty. i love being annoying and telling my sister that 'oops, i have no homework this holiday!'. i love sleeping more than half the day away. i love the dreams i have which are so sweet but sadly unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is exactly fifteen minutes away from my birthday. i'm going to sleep before twelve today because a part of me keeps expecting something big the moment the clock strikes twelve. like fireworks or loud screams of 'surprise!'. a birthday always seems so big and huge, but it's really just another day. the best special treatment i can possibly get, is for my mom to not say "what, your birthday you think you very special ah?'. i'm going for high tea tomorrow with all my best buds and it makes me love my parents alot for 1)coming up with the idea and 2)sponsoring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm not going to type any more. i'm going to be OCD and jump into bed and force myself to sleep before twelve. i'll wake up late tomorrow and get ready and everything will fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can possibly ruin tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this girl is turning sixteen! xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-960809891857449994?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/960809891857449994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=960809891857449994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/960809891857449994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/960809891857449994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-mess-of-dreamer.html' title='of a mess of a dreamer,'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-8308790601722708477</id><published>2008-09-02T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:34:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls' night out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_881095_808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_881114_6387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_881128_797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_881136_3465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=38317&amp;amp;l=249fd&amp;amp;id=724025097"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yay! it was such a wonderful night. we all had dinner at our favourite cafe and played the legendary Taboo! okay, so i turned out to be the grand loser, but that's okay. :) WAFFLES after dinner! yay. i think their waffles keep on improving. it gets nicer and nicer. yummy. natw had to leave early because her mom wanted her home by 0930. but, at 0931, me sze and jacq JUST started to leave Haato. and jacq started whining and being annoying because she suddenly has this fascination with BUGS and totally wanted to look for them. "build-a-bear!" hahahahah. :) yeah, but in the end, we managed to convince her to go back home and sober up. me and sze, on the other hand, caught a cab and continued being high in it. haha i think the taxi uncle was very scared/amused. so i got home at 1015 in the end. pleasantly, my parents didn't say anything. they were watching Invisible Man, where everybody but two people gets killed. eeyer. so gory. then i proceeded to sleep and dreamt. i dreamt of this two couple who were on bad terms. they were both political figures and they had a little girl. since they divorced, the little girl ended up with her mom. she had an older sister whom she loved very much but couldn't get to see. (i don't know why). she turned out to be a very sulky and bad girl. then one day, she drew a portrait of herself in art class and it was very well-drawn, so it got chosen to be framed on the wall. there, she found a self-portrait of her sister and pointing to it, she started crying and repeating her sister's name. i started crying in my sleep too. it was touching at that moment. then i woke up with tears in my eyes, but before i could mourn for the little girl properly, i drifted off to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sze and jacq thinks i should get bangs. again. i think they're CRAZY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-8308790601722708477?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/8308790601722708477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=8308790601722708477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8308790601722708477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/8308790601722708477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-night-out.html' title='girls&apos; night out!'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-523715888928492877</id><published>2008-09-02T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:31:26.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo,</title><content type='html'>GOSSIP GIRL WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shopping with my mom is not very. like, fine, i do like shopping with my mom. but not when she knows the shopkeeper and they both gang up against me to force some obiangly gross dress on me. like HELLO I AM LOOKING FOR A DRESS TO WEAR ON MY BIRTHDAY OKAY. i'm the friggin person who gets to wear it, can you please STFU. seriously! and now i'm stuck with a less than perfect dress to wear on my more than perfect birthday. SUCKS la. i should have just stuck to my f21 dress! whyyyyy. SIGH. i hate it when this happens. and like UGH i am not DEAF i can still HEAR you okay. you think your curtain very thick ah? think i have no taste? PLEASE KEEP UP WITH THE TIMES OKAY. ughguhguhg. i hate hate hate hate this. UGH. stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf lahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. i'll just bring something to change out in. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psh. even the awesomeness of GG can't make this better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-523715888928492877?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/523715888928492877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=523715888928492877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/523715888928492877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/523715888928492877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/xoxo.html' title='xoxo,'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-7689878406955359440</id><published>2008-09-01T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:04:56.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>effing hell.</title><content type='html'>haha omg my teeth hurts again. i don't know how my dentist does it, but he somehow manages to make me feel pain every single time. i hope it feels better by this friday! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make things worse, my brother is totally being annoying. have i mentioned that both my brother and my sister has hfm disease? yeah. my brother INFECTED my sister. and now my sister is super pissed at him because in the beginning she was all "you better don't come near me!" but being the annoying him, he just had to. and now she has it. he's always purposefully touching us and doing all sorts of frikkin annoying stuff okay. i have to scream so much at him, it isn't even funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. anyway, i'm supposed to be super focused about my ff. i want to come up with an ultra long chapter for my readers by thursday. then maybe lay low for the next four months until the o's are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shit. my teeth hurts so bad i don't even want to eat anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i woke up at 11 again. :) i love sleeping. i can sleep for ages and ages. wake up, bathe and then go back to sleep. hahaha, i've been wanting to do that forever, but i know my mom will get all pissed and pmsy, so i haven't tried it yet. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. this is so boring. but then again, I LOVE BORING. beats mugging. so i'm going to go off now. type a few lines of my ff before i get bored and go do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. GG OUT TODAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;audrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-7689878406955359440?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/7689878406955359440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=7689878406955359440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7689878406955359440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/7689878406955359440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/09/effing-hell.html' title='effing hell.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-3283410928231507921</id><published>2008-08-29T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:46:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>air of waiting hours.</title><content type='html'>(hahah jacq! i just quoted your song lyrics!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, since so many people is bugging me to update, i shall just do a quick one. i'm at jacq's house now with emily and we're waiting for the right opportunity to leave for mel's house. so i shall just show you a few pictures first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay crap. jacq's computer doesn't like me. doesn't allow me to copy the links of the images. haha i shall go and upload more pictures when i reach back home tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, going to help emily pick out a top now. she's so self-conscious! pretty also self-conscious. me? no hope le la. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NOW]&lt;br /&gt;haha yoyo. i am BACK. okay pictures from friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866931_9501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866933_62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866937_1246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866938_1542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866940_2711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866942_3294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866945_4183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866947_4796.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866948_5135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866951_6039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866953_6653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866955_7308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/213/27/724025097/n724025097_866978_4516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jacq's camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727256_1751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727259_2641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727260_2953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727261_3232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727257_2077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727266_4760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727262_3549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727270_5936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727272_6525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727273_6833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727283_9999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/53/5/592065861/n592065861_1727286_980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest can be found on fb, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i hope jacq uploads the part2 and part3 of that day soon! part 2: her house with emily. part 3: 2G'06 Class Reunion! :D:D:D:D it was really really really fun! but i shall blog about that when i have the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwa mwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-3283410928231507921?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/3283410928231507921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=3283410928231507921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3283410928231507921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/3283410928231507921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/08/air-of-waiting-hours.html' title='air of waiting hours.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17842819.post-225610181544202063</id><published>2008-08-26T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:38:52.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>painting pictures in the sky.</title><content type='html'>ah crap i am totally slacking. i think having exams stretch over a span of two and a half weeks is a super bad idea. and even though mr liu's arrangement of subjects is satisfactory, i simply cannot keep up with being hardworking all the time. so nowadays, i study in the afternoon with a person who forces me to. then i go home and slack. then i go to school and pretend not to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha studying with jacq is good because she makes me do work and keeps me focused. then there are the short intervals where we stray and talk/gossip, but we always get back on track. we studied lit today. but since she doesn't do WLIIA, we discussed f451 mostly. i was okay with that because my f451 is hell rusty. we spotted questions and planned our essay outlines. we had very fruitful and cool literary discussions. i felt very clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if what we spotted comes out, i'm going to send a secret brainwave smile to jacq and she's going to send one right back. then we're going to ace our lit! whoo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but chinese was quite okay. paper one was actually considered good because i entered the exam hall feeling extremely and numbly unprepared. then the paper got flipped over and i just did what i had to do. INFLATION. and homg, i read about it in the newspapers over dinner and shouted YES! so loudy because the headlines said something like "INFLATION: SOME WORRY ABOUT FOOD, OTHERS TRANSPORT." i wrote about BOTH! wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second 70-marks question, i did bao zhang bao dao. only because i didn't want to narrative. i tried, believe me, i did. i wrote one page and then decided that bao zhang bao dao would be better. hahaha. but i still had like five minutes left to look around after that. so it really wasn't that bad. okay, until i get back the marks, that is. maybe history will repeat itself and my zuowen will get shown on the screen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper two was shitty, quite. some parts were like 'okay, practice handwriting.' and others were like 'ah crap, why is my chinese so lousy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG I TOTALLY SCREWED UP MY O LEVELS ENGLISH ORAL. please, the chinese oral was SO MUCH BETTER. i'd rather a chinese oral any other day. like, seriously SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the examiners. but i don't know who they are so they cannot google themselves only to end up on this blog. but their faces are so grumpy and discouraging! i mean, fine, maybe miss tan talked about examiners being mean and pmsy before, but i never thought i'd ever meet one! ARGH. why can't all examiners be nice?! homg, i bet it's because you're old and menopausey and stinky and FAT. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mad just thinking about it. i can just see their grumpy faces staring back at me, looking like the most disinterested two people on earth! please just go and die. WHY ARE YOU A TEACHER ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm going to stop now. i can go on and on (seriously, i can), but you wouldn't want to read such angry crap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i can't wait for prelims to be over, like seriously seriously. thursday is vivoday with natw and sze and jacq. i think. then friday is Be Yourself Day and 2G'06 Class Reunion. i'm going to dress up LOUDLY. like, total bring-on-the-hot-pink-stockings-LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saturday i'm going to a top secret place, which reminds me that i'll have to get top secret materials on thursday. AH. i'll have to make teachers' day cards on thursday night! omg shit. i'll totally stay up through the night trying to complete enough for all my teachers! WEI SHEN ME. haha okay, but i'll still do it. i've just decided a split second ago that i'd do ultra small THANK YOU cards. then give them bigger and more sincere I LOVE YOU cards on the baccalaureate service or something. yeaps okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, i have math tuition. sucks. haha but i shall tell myself that it's all for the o's and that i MUST get my two a1s for math. then i shall go home and sleep all the way till dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church on sunday where i get to wear jacq's second top. the pull and bear one. :) maybe i'll borrow my mom's black jeans. let's see how it goes. sigh. then dental appointment. crappppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i have nothing to wear to career's day or whatever that shit is called. how how how how how. i totally understand why some teachers look like crap now! but i never ever EVER expected myself to be in this kind of situation. my mom disallowed me from buying new clothes since "it's only for one day". she has tailored pants but i look absolutely friggin gross! okay. i think only her river island top can save it, but i'm not even sure anymore. even Prada might not be able to save those tailored pants. they are friggin high-waisted in the super obiang and totally uncool way. ah shit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 934pm now. i think i will read the bible, pray and go sleep. wake up slightly earlier tomorrow to read through my lit notes. hope that the one hour break in between papers will be enough for me to cram WLIIA. and whilst i'm fretting and worrying about the o's, i've actually already started considering jc subject combi. :) my future is in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay whatever. i'm being high and weirdly lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sze: why you call my chinese name! hahaha shi ying!&lt;br /&gt;natz: ARGH I LOOK SO SLEEPY/TIRED/GROSS IN THE FB PICTURES OF SLO FUZZZ. &gt;:( hahaha must be all the SATC and St. Trinian's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world: xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17842819-225610181544202063?l=pinkarynique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/feeds/225610181544202063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17842819&amp;postID=225610181544202063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/225610181544202063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17842819/posts/default/225610181544202063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarynique.blogspot.com/2008/08/painting-pictures-in-sky.html' title='painting pictures in the sky.'/><author><name>audd was here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11592543329186135208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
