<?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-465037881662566908</id><updated>2011-07-29T16:21:28.754+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-3617982865549997659</id><published>2010-10-30T19:03:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:11:28.074+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought you have experienced most things AVERAGE people experienced in their whole life? Think again! Especially when people step on your heart, split it in half, take it and put a spear through it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how I can be that foolish. Why didn't I think twice. I guess I am just plain old stupid. Why did I let the wall protecting my heart fail to perform its job? Why did I weaken the protective barrier and let him in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's worst, exams are around the corner and the only thing I can think about is his smile and the way he carries his bag and sits beside me and us talking. I should have known it was too good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing him during exams isn't going to help at all. It's making me miserable... and in pain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye world. I'll see you after exams, if my heart is still beating after going through the stabbing and sheer pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3617982865549997659?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3617982865549997659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3617982865549997659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3617982865549997659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3617982865549997659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/10/thought-you-have-experienced-most.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1448248538352362628</id><published>2010-08-15T20:46:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:52:23.718+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm only blogging because my dearest cousin requested.&lt;div&gt;Short post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned my sudden addiction to Boost. Well, I had Boost again on Thursday! So I'm $5.90 short now. Just couldn't resist when I was in the foodcourt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uni is so hectic!! I can honestly relate to those who committed suicide because of pressure from studying! Speaking of suicide, I was on a bus with this guy with snake skin wallet who slits his wrist a lot. The red lines are so visible. I DO NOT understand why slit the wrist. It has to be one of the most painful way to die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I have an announcement to make:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I AM BROKE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, really. NO JOKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's it for now. I'll try to blog tomorrow, if I can finish reading the required reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1448248538352362628?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1448248538352362628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1448248538352362628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1448248538352362628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1448248538352362628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-only-blogging-because-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-8116675166116999484</id><published>2010-07-28T16:54:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:39:47.571+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am only blogging because my favourite girl cousin complained that I haven't been blogging. Only one complaint, so only one post! HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 2 JUST started for me. HEH. I love my timetable at the moment even if it means I have to fly from the East part of Uni to the West in 10 minutes every Friday for tutorials. You know why me so happy? You know why?! *gasp* BECAUSE I only have to go to uni 3 days a week. MUAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk about my first lecture. I only had one class today coz its Week 1. And, it was at 8am. Lecturer talked for half an hour and dismissed us because he didn't want to start a topic and leave it halfway. My initial plan was to finish lecture at 9am. Bug my lecturer about some small little thing about the course. Walk to library to return a book and print notes and go get my course booklet at ICC which opens at 9.30. BUT nooooo. I had to listen to Martina McBride - Concrete Angel (a 5-minute song) for 8 times and check my email, uni's mail, read one page of a textbook and check uni mail again and read my cousin's blog before the stupid clock turn its long arm to 5! I do not understand why time has to torture people like me. When I have a lot of things to do, time doesn't permit me to do more than what I have to do or I will end up rushing. But when I am dead bored, its like tortoise. Goodness!! I think tortoise would have finished the race before the clock reads 9.30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, my first day in uni. Oh wait, I forgot to mention that it was SOOOO cold this morning and I was kind of annoyed to see the moon and the sun up at the same time! Ok, maybe not annoyed coz of that. I just didn't get enough sleep coz I'm having insomnia. It's better now, I think. I don't wake up in the middle of the night anymore but it took me more than 2 hours to fall asleep last night. I know because I went to bed right. Then 10 minutes later, Crystal went to shower. I am assuming that she takes 20 minutes shower. 1 hour after she came out of the shower, I still was not asleep. So, sorry is I snapped at anyone these few days. =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I know I mentioned that it was dead cold this morning, I still drank.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/TE_eGfdF97I/AAAAAAAACd8/ICc1iFea5CQ/s1600/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/TE_eGfdF97I/AAAAAAAACd8/ICc1iFea5CQ/s200/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498857873146771378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Hello to Mr Boost! I can only say, I BLAME MY COUSIN! It is her who introduced me to watermelon crush! I just couldn't resist when I walked past the shop. NO! I PLANNED way way way ahead that I wanted Boost! Temptation has conquered me! KNS&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell you a little story about Mr Boost:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time (A year ago), there was this MAGICAL PRINCESS who had A LOT of pumpkins. She turned these pumpkins into magical carriages (buses), which allow both the peasants and the royal family to travel between the city and the airport. One day, the princess was heading for the city and heard this peasant talking to another peasant about Boost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peasant A: I'm addicted to Boost. I have to have 4 everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peasant B: Yea I know! It's good right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magical princess cannot believe what she heard coz during that time, she didn't really like Boost because it was full of ice and after finishing the part of the drink which was flavoured, the ice taste awaful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then few weeks ago, the princess' cousin, Princess Queensland (she was named that because she cannot stand the cold) came to visit her and introduced her to Boost's Watermelon Crush and from then, the princess understood why one could have Boost addiction! Still.. FOUR A DAY?! Peasant A, you are not afraid of Diabetes? Or the Styrofoam cups?! Although the Styrofoam isn't a big thing to health since Boost have only cold drinks. BUT STILL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: It's all Princess Queensland's fault!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story: Do not show your cousin around when she visits you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my insomnia problem. I have no idea why I suddenly have insomnia. I usually sleep like a pig and believe me I tried a lot of tactics to go to sleep. I even resort in counting sheep jumping over fences! NOT COOL I TELL YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, because I lay awake on my bed for hours for the past 7 days, I had a lot of time to spare so I started thinking about stuff. Last night, I thought about my Malay language. I forgot A LOT of things man!! I am a disgrace to my country. I learn Malay since I was 5! My 12-years worth of knowledge in Malay went down the drain or got flushed my the toilet. I mean, I can still say simple sentences BUT those sentences were taught like when I was in Primary school!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I remember is, saya ialah seorang cucu, anak dan adik. Saya mahu minum air. BABY TALK! No, PERKATAAN UNTUK BAYI!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I pass my Malay in the past? HOW?! The time spent on memorising the pepatah, the Melayu Klasik, all wasted. *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I am emotional. This is what happens when I have too much time and so I waste it on thinking about these stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hungry now! MATI! I ate noodles for lunch and then ate an orange. After that I had cereal and milk. Not forgetting Mr Boost. I cannot imagine why I am hungry at 5.30pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED TO COOK NOW. And lets hope I do not crave for Mr Boost tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodleloos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-8116675166116999484?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8116675166116999484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8116675166116999484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8116675166116999484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8116675166116999484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-only-blogging-because-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/TE_eGfdF97I/AAAAAAAACd8/ICc1iFea5CQ/s72-c/IMG_0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-3040827760873903402</id><published>2010-06-26T01:26:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:29:23.905+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Up till now, I still don't know how my brother comes up with these things. I am surprised he is not in looney toons doing, "I thought I saw a pussy cat!! I DID I DID!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;br /&gt;*ure also an annoying little pig&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Lie to me says:&lt;br /&gt;*no i am not!&lt;br /&gt;*you pig&lt;br /&gt;*me horse&lt;br /&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;br /&gt;*u huge pig&lt;br /&gt;*u pig n horse&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Lie to me says:&lt;br /&gt;*although horses have funny teeth and face&lt;br /&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;br /&gt;*u porse&lt;br /&gt;*or pirse&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Lie to me says:&lt;br /&gt;*no such thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;br /&gt;*horig&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Lie to me says:&lt;br /&gt;*-.-""&lt;br /&gt;*you pig&lt;br /&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;br /&gt;*u porse&lt;br /&gt;*pig head n horse tail&lt;br /&gt;*with horse teeth&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Lie to me says:&lt;br /&gt;*EWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;br /&gt;*n pig nose&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Lie to me says:&lt;br /&gt;*my teeth nice ok.. except the lower jaw ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3040827760873903402?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3040827760873903402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3040827760873903402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3040827760873903402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3040827760873903402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/06/up-till-now-i-still-dont-know-how-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-9095532605038936135</id><published>2010-05-06T21:02:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:07:28.746+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I've been making videos instead of blogging. So watch&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzbcZ1sXras&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzbcZ1sXras&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically shouting into the mic already but I was still soft. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of new at this and... I can see my face on my laptop's screen so...... I was looking at myself instead of the camera's lens. HEHE FORGIVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of busy. I have assignments after assignments and if its not assignment its class tests. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY LECTURERS?! Do all the assignments need to be due during the same week? I am so exhausted. I even have eyebags! I NEVER HAVE EYEBAGS IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-9095532605038936135?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/9095532605038936135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=9095532605038936135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/9095532605038936135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/9095532605038936135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-6262848887624193462</id><published>2010-04-16T12:57:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:19:21.255+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my poor, neglected room is singing ♫Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away..♫&lt;div&gt;or maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♫Yesterday all my troubles seem so far away..♫&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I am like that but I am like that.. I clean up my room and the very next day I mess it up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my room is a mess. My laundry basket never seem to be empty even when I keep doing the laundry and I just sit in front of the laptop doing nothing all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt like someone stabbed me in the gut for the past few days and thought it would go away pretty quick but no.... So I dragged myself to the University clinic which needs booking by the way... And they checked blood pressure and temperature and said everything was normal. Just gave me some meds for pain relief.. And so I am fine now. Just when mine ended, Crystal's starts. Same symptoms!! No idea.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uni reopens on Monday..... and lets see what my holiday plans were before holiday started and what did I achieve? -.-""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Information Systems -do wiki and study (halfway through with wiki and did not study anything at all)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Financial Accounting - assignment &amp;amp; study leases (halfway with assignment and no study)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intermediate Econometrics - do &lt;s&gt;tutorial&lt;/s&gt; and study (did tutorial because I had to hand it up a week but did not study)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commercial Law - &lt;s&gt;assignment&lt;/s&gt; &amp;amp; study 'Companies' topic (same with IE)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;See... Out of the 8 things I have to do, I only did two? And only did it because I had to hand it in during the break. So unproductive. So inefficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as mentioned, Crystal isn't feeling well now so my turn to cook. But I am pretty sure she is sick of porridge coz she had to take porridge when I was sick the few days before she herself got sick. So I cooked mash potato instead. And also coz I want some too and the potatoes are going bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT BUT BUT I didn't eat any mash potato after it was cooked. Took me a whole freaking hour but I didn't eat any. Why?? Coz while cooking, mashing, etc, etc the potatoes and the other ingredients, I was eating other stuff, little tidbits and stuff.. And when the mash potato was done, I was soooo full. I am a terrible cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worse still, last night I had 4 bananas in my room. I had to eat all of them because got withdrawal effect when I stopped and there's still some on the table. So.... I can't put any food in my room. I sound like a drug-addict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tired but I need to do those stuff.. GRUMBLES..... so... we shall see each other another time.. Farewell my bloggie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-6262848887624193462?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/6262848887624193462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=6262848887624193462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6262848887624193462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6262848887624193462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-my-poor-neglected-room-is.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2731588445907062227</id><published>2010-03-23T15:55:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:58:31.873+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Asked for the heat to go away, what I get? 12 degrees in the morning. I was practically shivering when I woke up this morning. So shitty. I wore 3 layers just now. THEN when I finish my classes for today, it was 26 degrees (not true, it felt like 30 degrees!!) and so everyone was looking at me because I'm the crazy girl holding one thick jumper and scarf. HOW NICE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was pretty bad. I couldn't debate properly coz couldn't really hear opposing team's point. BLECKS~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2731588445907062227?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2731588445907062227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2731588445907062227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2731588445907062227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2731588445907062227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/03/asked-for-heat-to-go-away-what-i-get-12.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5435309767594143539</id><published>2010-03-20T18:23:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:35:06.431+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depression strikes again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate uni, I honestly do. Why can't things be like last time where you can find jobs even with college qualifications?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I want to work that soon. But seriously, UNI AND MY DAMN JUNIORS ARGH! I hate Tuesdays when I need to sit in class for 3 hours listening to these bunch of Aussie kids in front of me discussing among themselves when it is supposed to be a GROUP discussion! And I dislike racists. What is wrong with me being an international student and that I am Chinese not from China and I am from Brunei but not a Muslim? I don't see a problem there. You find Muslims, Chinese, white, black, etc EVERYWHERE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am sorry to those who I snapped at because of my foul mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With presentations, group wiki assignment, tutorials and class tests next week, I don't think my mood will be any better. So bear with me for a bit if I snap at you again. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate life. I need to go to church tomorrow. Despite the workload, no excuse this week. I've been back for a month, nearly and I haven't gone to church once. Is God punishing me? I hope not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least I have good lecturers and tutors (except one) this semester or I will blow up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everything in Brunei is fine although I just heard my silly dog hurt himself (somehow) again. I miss home and my bed and the aircon. When is the heat here ever going to end??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't posted any pictures up since goodness know, how long... Blame Facebook. Recent photos are up on Facebook. And there's sooooo few because I don't really like taking photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to get everything done and next week I shall practise violin. My playing still has screeches like how when a car turns a corner very quickly type. I think without music I would have lost my mind long before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5435309767594143539?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5435309767594143539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5435309767594143539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5435309767594143539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5435309767594143539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/03/depression-strikes-again-i-hate-uni-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2261980553128885384</id><published>2010-03-18T19:48:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:52:58.644+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I killed a fly with my hand.&lt;div&gt;My cousin put her calculator in her rice cooker when she was moving house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My classmate used his notebook pages to soak water he spilled on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2261980553128885384?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2261980553128885384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2261980553128885384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2261980553128885384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2261980553128885384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-killed-fly-with-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2792018257594964645</id><published>2010-03-14T22:57:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:12:02.403+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coz I want to be completely random today, this is what I have for you guys:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real; nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word: king&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name: Ken&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name: Kelly&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: Kickboxer&lt;br /&gt;6. A colour: Khaki&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear: Kitty earrings (sheesh...)&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Kidney beans blecks&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: NO IDEA&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: K-mart&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: Knowing there's no lecture/tutorial that day&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you'd shout: KNOCK KNOCK, only when I was young&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: Karate Kid&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: Kumquat drink&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group: KISS&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal: Kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name: Keats St&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car: Kia&lt;br /&gt;19. Title of a song: Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2792018257594964645?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2792018257594964645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2792018257594964645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2792018257594964645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2792018257594964645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/03/coz-i-want-to-be-completely-random.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-631287566377619000</id><published>2010-03-14T13:54:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:57:51.416+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/S5xXpJhZPuI/AAAAAAAACd0/pApGdRq-f14/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/S5xXpJhZPuI/AAAAAAAACd0/pApGdRq-f14/s320/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448326013653696226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to watch this movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems funny and I like the actor. HEH. So watch it guys! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm promoting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-631287566377619000?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/631287566377619000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=631287566377619000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/631287566377619000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/631287566377619000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-wait-to-watch-this-movie-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/S5xXpJhZPuI/AAAAAAAACd0/pApGdRq-f14/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-5570371049007941715</id><published>2010-03-11T21:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:24:31.779+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is difficult.&lt;div&gt;I hate uni work but I have to do it, so what more can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how to do my Intermediate Econometric work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crying!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5570371049007941715?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5570371049007941715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5570371049007941715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5570371049007941715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5570371049007941715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-6586868248326603162</id><published>2010-02-08T10:12:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:59:52.687+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So let's see what happened recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I painted almost the whole kitchen (the ceiling is inclusive).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put wallpaper on some cupboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a whole lot of new pimples (HATE IT)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The car engine didn't die on me the last time I had driving lesson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some stupid stuff that cannot be mentioned here, happened too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook changed its layout again. It took me quite some time to get used to the previous one and now they change it AGAIN. Why do these people have sooooo much time when mine is so limited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's MSN with the Windows Live. I know there's a takeover and all that but why change the way we set our settings and other stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is dramatic. Facebook is as dramatic! First it was free. Then everyone go gaga over it and some are addicted to the games. Then Facebook mentioned something about charging a monthly fee, and people join groups with names like, "We don't want to pay $___ a month to use Facebook!" Then what will happen? Either some smart ass person create another site like Facebook, then people migrate there and then forget about Facebook like how most people forgot about Friendster or because there's so many people in the group that the created to oppose to being charged, Facebook fear losing "customers," Facebook decides to take down the proposal of charging people. So in the end, the "customers" wins. And other users of Facebook who just simply don't care (LIKE ME), won't be affected at all. So tell me, what's the point of saying, "Oh, we will charge you $__ from July onwards." When in the end they will lose a lot of things like, time, cash and a whole lot of people complaining and then maybe lost of reputation and good faith (coz if Facebook decides to charge once, it will decide to do it again!) and manpower (coz obviously someone did some calculations to determine the amount to charge) and then wages. Dramatic no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, Brunei has some hope for hotties after all!! HAHAH I thought all the hot (my age ones) have left for further studies, but apparently not! Cousin doesn't agree to this though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is dramatic but life goes on and I do hope the world doesn't end in 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-6586868248326603162?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/6586868248326603162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=6586868248326603162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6586868248326603162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6586868248326603162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-lets-see-what-happened-recently-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1760104333474629970</id><published>2010-01-29T12:29:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:09:14.057+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So apparently Australia is the most sinful country on Earth! &lt;a href="http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/-/world/6737138/australia-most-sinful-country-on-earth/"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The tally compared national statistics for plastic surgery (pride), theft (envy), violent crime (wrath), number of annual holidays (sloth), annual salary (greed), money spent on fast food (gluttony) and porn (lust).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussies are champions in envy. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always come across people who are dressed up nicely, nicer than how I dress when I attend lectures, asking me for money. $2 is a lot of. My mum earned it with sweat, blood and time ok! And I'm not going to give $2 to stupid people who are well-dressed and didn't have $2 to take the bus at that time coz if I don't want to waste money I used to walk an hour back home. And plus, Crystal is right about when we take our wallets out, who knows, that person may snatch our wallets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this girl, not more than 15, she had a bicycle and asked my friends and I whether I have money for her to take the bus. HELLO, you have a bicycle, you can get to a lot of places faster than the bus. My friends just gave her but I didn't. She turned to me and asked me after my friends have given her ALL their coins. I still didn't give. Stupid brat. Who does she thinks she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I so agree with the rating coz BEGGING for money when you obviously have/don't need is also a form of stealing coz SOME people in this world DO give money, unlike me. And don't even get me started on tipping restaurants and stuff. I don't and never will. Not unless I become a billionaire. I may give a penny or two when that time comes (improbable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover in my cousin's place tonight and tomorrow night. Doing our hair, most likely. YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 1/12 of 2010 is gone and Febuary Fools is starting. Ah time flies. Before I know it, I have to be back in the winner of theft's country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to wash the toilet and my room so stupid people can sleep in my room. How nice. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1760104333474629970?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1760104333474629970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1760104333474629970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1760104333474629970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1760104333474629970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-apparently-is-most-sinful-country-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3258770805768425144</id><published>2010-01-23T14:01:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:59:37.767+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another shitty week gone by and I didn't realised I haven't blog like for 2 weeks. My sincere apologies although no one would actually blame me since I'm not one of those top blogger and I don't intend to be, not that it is a bad thing. I just don't like people to rate me. =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only realised I have obsessive worrying disease. Like how I worry about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caroline going to Melbourne and her being blur like a 'squid' doesn't help&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How hot it is in Adelaide and whether the stuff in my room will melt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not letting go of the stupid clutch (manual car) too much when it is in gear 1 or the engine will stop running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cousin if she does come over to Adelaide and where I should bring her around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My luggage weight, whether I can bring back ALL of the stuff that I want to Adelaide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pimples (I use toner 5 times a day now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dog and his new wounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nails coz they constantly chip and its not nice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house coz behind my house is like a jungle and it keeps raining and raining and I'm worried about landslide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My flight back to Brunei this coming November (yes, too early to worry? I'm afraid that's not how I think of it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My results for law (driving)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next semester's classes. 8am lectures. WHY 8am? I am like a zombie at 8am!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alienating my current friends coz I just don't have the time to social because I rather stay at home and relax after a long day in uni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How my future will be like, especially after I graduate and stuff. Definitely not thinking of marriage and stuff yet, but more MONEY and where on this Earth shall I want to stay coz currently, me not pleased with staying in Australia AT ALL, coz I can't find stuff that I want and taxes are awfully high!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving lessons and I have a feeling I will flunk the exam coz I am pretty bad at manual cars!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I am enjoying my holidays in Brunei.  My dietician-to-be cousin will be very unhappy when she reads this. I am trying hard to lose weight!! And don't say I don't need to, I cannot fit some of my clothes already!! Which shows that I gained a lot of weight coz there's no way my clothes shrink in size! And then I had an extremely filling lunch just now coz it's my mum's birthday so we had to eat out. Then there's cake tonight. I cannot resist CHEESECAKE!! SHIT. And most likely we are going out for lunch tomorrow AGAIN. How am I ever going to lose weight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I bought all the stuff that I need to bring back to Adelaide. Its not like they cannot be found there, just 10x more expensive (some stuff)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking for tonight later. And I'm responsible for all the cleaning. I wonder why????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I have a shit ass lazy brother who only knows how to order me to do stuff and he never does anything but eat and make me wash dishes, that's why! I am telling the truth ok!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had another driving lesson. My teacher made me drive round and round a certain area and do reverse parking all alone in the car. She just watched me from outside. Shit scared. I drove into the pole twice but managed to park 3 times out of my 5 tries and I cannot get the car to go in straight. I KNOW, STEERING! Don't even remind me, I can still hear my teacher's monotonous voice in my head (I'm serious about the monotone. The only time I hear her not in that voice was yesterday when I crazy motorist drive past us very very quickly and she started cursing him, then went back to monotone mode and started praying, saying some stuff, me don't understand coz my malay obviously suck!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoos, I've been watching The Big Bang Theory. BIG THANKS to my cousin coz she passed me the series. And I love it coz its so funny how you can use science to make jokes and I love Sheldon and Lenard whom you guys probably won't know until you watch it, SO WATCH IT! Shim Shim, you will love it, trust me =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STRING THEORY, YIPPEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to change my layout soon! I am getting sick of UP HEHE. You guys might have already been sick of it since eons ago. SORRY. Busy bah *look up at the ceiling*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly one month before I go back to Adelaide!!!!! Depressed!! Although I can't wait to see someone, if I get to see him at all that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it then. Toodalooo (spelling please?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3258770805768425144?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3258770805768425144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3258770805768425144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3258770805768425144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3258770805768425144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-shitty-week-gone-by-and-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7400363605061697653</id><published>2010-01-08T17:25:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:28:17.205+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Outdated post</title><content type='html'>This is the first year where I don't think its the previous year when its actually a new year. You get what I mean? I actually remember that its 2010 and not 2009 anymore. I guess its due to the fact that now the whole world is younger than I am as I see kids doing stuff or having stuff that I only started doing when I was 18. Take having a NDS for example. Kids at 10 or even younger have one. I was like....... "Are they sure they know how to play them?" Goodness, I don't think I even know how to read the instructions to play the game when I was 10! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I want to say actually, but I think I will come up with many things to say as I had a 'vision' that this entry would be fairly long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's see.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  was a pretty dreadful year for the world coz of the financial crisis but since I'm studying economics, I know that there has been some improvement....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  the year I finished foundations and entered uni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  left Sydney and went to Adelaide alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  stayed in a student hostel for half a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  shared shower place with people other that my family members (in the hostel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. went to get groceries, and cooked for myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. met Crystal whose room was across mine when we were in the student hostel and we moved out of the hostel together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. started cooking and going out and taking tissues (so we didn't need to buy) with Crystal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. moved all my belongings to the new accomodation and realised that I actually have A LOT of things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. started wearing sunglasses because Adelaide's sun..... %)(@)$( and handbags (LOVING IT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. went to a pub with Crystal for a Chocolate party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. cried because I was happy and not coz I was upset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. took plastic bags from Central Market because Adelaide banned plastic bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. checked Coles and Woolsworth's catalogue every week for bargains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. bought 6 big boxes of cereals because they were cheap and carried them back home on foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. finished a whole lot of tv series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. was actually relaxing during finals and played NDS like crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. went through 3 months without eating rice at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. went through 2 weeks just eating yoghurt and cheesecake for lunch and dinner and maybe just egg once in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. watched Twilight and New Moon on the same day and they aren't very nice, I must add&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Finished 1st year uni and (for new uni staters) it isn't really that fun although, I hear otherwise from my fellow friends who are studying in UK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. went to KL for the first time although I only stayed in the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. transited 2 airports before I reached Brunei. TRANSIT SUCKS by the way although I did get to have Starbucks in the KL airport (I don't know why so many people hate Starbucks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. sat down and talked to two Australians that were using the same plane, about Brunei and realised that I haven't been back for 11 months and completely forgot what there is to see in Brunei, or is it just Brunei not having anything? Oh well, I still love Brunei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. brought my dog out for a walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. my dog got bitten twice since I was back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. went to KK and did some shopping and had facial and I alone spent like RM600++ on my stuff and when I came back, it was like I didn't buy much as my jacket and sport shoes cost Rm200+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. registered for my L license &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. gained some weight and stop telling me I still look the same. I know I am not as skinny as ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. lastly...... fell in love with someone whom I don't even know, although, my friend do know him. BUT STILL, I don't know him and Mario I am NOT stalking him, I never did!!! (because Facebook has this stalker program thingy, so I don't dare to stalk him, hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, you guys might have stopped at #10 but I know some people would read the last one that's why I put it last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... what about 2010? What would I do? Resolutions stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I don't want to have resolutions. I mean I do, I guess, but even so, I don't want to set them too high because I don't want to NOT achieve them and get all disappointed in myself. And as you guys can see from the list above, 2009 wasn't exactly a bad year for me, so I don't have much to complain/improve/want to achieve...... except maybe:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Better grades, although I am quite satisfied with my results for 2009 considering how I didn't really study and played NDS most of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I SHOULD NOT BE THAT LAZY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Should try to control my tears (I cry easily, sensitive, I guess.. What to do?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Save some money so I can go Tasmania&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do more reading (My English and Malay is getting worse!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already saving money now coz I'm teaching my mum how to use Skype to call me for free and so.... I don't need to buy phone card just to call home. HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... I am already reading and reading and well now I have driving classes in Malay and I went to KK for 4 days and only spoke Malay to the people there. HEH. Hopefully I can improve it! And the reason why I don't want to forget how to speak Malay is because it is a skill! I don't want to forget how to speak a language that I've been learning since I was 5? Knowing an extra language is a good thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brings me to........... BIG BIG BIG QUESTION:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See right, I'm studying Accounting and Corporate Finance now (double major) and I am thinking of dropping Corporate Finance and taking up other subjects in other fields like.... languages and maybe Psychology? So should I drop a major and study languages or should I keep the double major and have no elective space to study language?? *THINK*THINK*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start Year 2 soon and I haven't finish enrolling because I don't know whether I should drop a major or continue doing double major and IF I keep the double major, I have some timetable clash which I need to sort out with the university when I get back which isn't until 26th Febuary at night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Internet is pretty slow today because I am downloading, "Have You Heard About The Morgans". I want to watch "A Christmas Carol" too. And then, there a like so many upcoming movies which I want to watch and I don't know whether I have the time considering how I need to enrol, play the piano, clean the house, do the dishes, go for driving lessons, read (improve languages), practise driving, go see the doctor about my skin, visit the dentist to clean my teeth, go shopping with Caroline for necessities that she needs to bring to Melbourne, do my hair (still have not decide whether to curl or rebond), do the laundry, download all the necessary programs for my laptop because I just formatted it, go shopping for my own essentials to bring it back to Adelaide coz it is relatively cheaper here than in Australia and lastly PACK coz believe it or not, I am going back to Adelaide in 1.5 months and I seriously need to pack early coz I need to weigh it and stuff! Sucks how time doesn't permit us to do more that that. Judging from the long to-do list above, I still think there there is more because I think it should be LONGER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks! The Earth should spin slower although some people may be waiting for something that they want the time to fly faster!! I wish these people could give me more time. Sometimes I feel like, I've just done a bit for the day and then without even realizing, my mum's home from work and it was evening already. Then I will be like, "Shit! Can't walk the dog. Can't shower the dog." Then before I finished the complaints and stuff (to self), it was time for dinner and then after dinner I have to do the dishes and clean the kitchen. SOOOOOO DEPRESSING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess this entry is long enough. Maybe I would blog and maybe I wouldn't. Who knows? Depend on the time and whether I finished enrolling by this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to take down the Christmas Tree tomorrow. YIPPEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelily (my nickname from Crystal aka Eugigy) &lt;---- don't ask why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7400363605061697653?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7400363605061697653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7400363605061697653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7400363605061697653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7400363605061697653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2010/01/outdated-post.html' title='Outdated post'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7487284066807132078</id><published>2009-12-25T17:45:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:45:49.127+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone!! Although its not very merry for me. Ahh.. Whatever..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♫Stupid people is coming to town♫&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7487284066807132078?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7487284066807132078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7487284066807132078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7487284066807132078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7487284066807132078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone-although-its.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5956050520857901623</id><published>2009-12-24T18:26:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:32:10.747+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry. Cobwebs on my blog yet? Here's me cleaning it up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, just had an argument with my brother. We are not talking. Not exactly.. He's not talking to me. So yes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's coming home in approximately 20 minutes and I have a feeling that she will know by the time she comes home because my brother is picking her up. And I know how she will come into my room and talk me into apologizing to my brother. I am not sure what I'll do. The last time I actually listened to her. But this time I'm a bit reluctant. What? Don't judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my life. Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like you. Really I don't like you. And, I'm not referring to my brother..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes. My life sucks. I need to go down see the dog because I haven't seen him since I was back coz I ran into my room and cry and then my brother used my room key to unlock my door and tried to persuade me to go into his room where we then started quarreling. And yes. So, there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another extra reason to love money.. He lick my tears when I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5956050520857901623?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5956050520857901623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5956050520857901623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5956050520857901623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5956050520857901623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1731043557963805315</id><published>2009-12-04T18:19:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:22:21.467+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Mum, I want to shave Money's fur&lt;div&gt;Mum: -.-"" It'll become rough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: This part *points at Money's buttocks* is rough already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Later it'll be like pig's fur (zu mao)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1731043557963805315?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1731043557963805315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1731043557963805315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1731043557963805315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1731043557963805315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-mum-i-want-to-shave-moneys-fur-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7028605741118891915</id><published>2009-11-15T09:51:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:13:43.770+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I better blog now before I forget about my dream.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream about Caroline! Shit scary actually. Caroline, don't kill me when you read this but I will kill you coz I want to talk to you, but you never reply!!! =@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my dream was like this (below =D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in this big place with nothing except some toilets -.-" and yea.. like the mall without shops just toilets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Caroline walk past me in a hurry. I went after her to see what's the hurry. After turning the corner, she disappeared! I assumed she went to the toilet. But there were two types of female toilet. One for my age (I think) and the other for our mothers' age. I didn't know that because they were in Chinese and I can't really read Chinese except for those simple simple words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wasn't much problem since the two toilets were close.. Not beside each other but still, I could see anyone walking out of the toilet if I stood in front of the other. So I chose to wait in front of our mothers' age female toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Caroline's mum came out with a sam ku luk po (three mushroom six granny = a very keipo old lady) and they were sort of gossiping (Caroline, I am not saying your mum very keipo ok. It was just in my dream that she was with this keipo lady.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she came out and I was like, "Hi Aunty." And her first response was, "Kimberly you change already oh!" (In Hakka). =.=""""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Caroline came out from the younger female's toilet and her mum said to her, "Kai Yue, someone asked me if he can be with you."  (In Mandarin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I was like, "Who WHO?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mum said, "Her cousin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which was scary! But yes. Then her mum changed the topic immediately after seeing Caroline's facial expression by telling me how girly I am right now (as in the dream). =.="""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, then alarm rang. So yes. That was my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must miss Caroline so much. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways,  I went to Christmas (pre-Christmas) parade yesterday. Shit hot and I won't ever want to go anymore. It's bad enough I'm still 99% charcoal. The sun wants to make me 100% charcoal!! My feet have two colours now coz of my slippers which is super ugly. My skin is super dry. I think if people were blindfolded and the touched my skin, they will think I'm a toad or something! And its so damn hot here. Almost 40 degrees leh! Thank goodness Perth won't be that hot when I'm there. HEH. But still!! I don't know how people are not afraid of skin cancer and always stare at me when I use the umbrella to block the sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whitening cream whitening cream!!! I should open a shop that sells whitening cream here! They sell teeth whitening thingy but no whitening cream/lotion!! What la?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, no pictures because I have no pictures and my camera yesterday went crazy so I didn't take any pictures. Had lunch though. The dumplings were dry and the dumpling wrap thingy was very thick and so it was difficult to eat the whole thing. They grape black tea was fabulous though!! CELYT's taro snow thingy was nice too. So the only thing we should do in that restaurant is to order drinks coz the food sort of sucks. So yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more paper to go and then I'm flying to Perth, on a jet plane. The only thing I hate about flying is that I need to pack!! I hate packing! Packing is stupid!!! But I have stuff to bring home. So I need to pack =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having headache because my landlords are noisy and I'm waiting for my clothes to finish washing coz I need it to finish washing so I can line them outside to dry, since its super hot!! Which means I need to step outside which mean I'm going to turn even more charcoal then the 99% charcoal that I am right now! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7028605741118891915?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7028605741118891915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7028605741118891915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7028605741118891915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7028605741118891915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-better-blog-now-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5596984272663264036</id><published>2009-11-01T23:06:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:27:45.576+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone who says, "No la! Brunei hotter than Australia!" deserves a hit in the head!! Its only spring and the temperature here is like 36 degrees!! Brunei got 36 degrees or not?! It's shit hot here it's suicidal!! I wear baju kurung to school last time and no air-con ok and I was still fine! People wear tudong and songkok in Brunei. I wear singlet and super short shorts and I still sweat like a pig!! Don't know what world I'm living in!! I think the world will end like this!!!!! Overheat Earth! Then we turn into Charcoal!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what's worse? Australians don't use whitening cream only tanning cream!! KANASAI OH! Apparently no one wants to get white they just want to turn into charcoal!! I'm going to use whitening cream EVERYDAY when I'm back in Brunei!! And I don't care what Australians think, I'm going to use the umbrella when I'm outdoors! Better than becoming charcoal and a higher change of skin cancer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Form 4 was like the most dreadful year when we had to practise under the hot sun everyday!! I was going to become charcoal if we continue performing under the scorching sun!! Why didn't it rain then? I wished it rained!! Then we could practise in school hall or CANCEL! But NO!! It didn't rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's so stupid, there's no rain during summer (supposedly spring but I think the Seasons god decided to let Mr Spring sleep for 2009 and let Sir Summer to do double the job!) and it rained almost everyday during winter! Crazy or not? Why didn't it snow? It rained =.="""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a timetable for studying right BUT I didn't complete any of the tasks I set out for the past 3 days because it was VERY HOT!! I hate you Sir Summer!! So I've decided to go to the library near my place at 10am (when it opens) tomorrow!!! Probably stay there till 5pm, until my room starts to cool down. Thinking of leaving the fan on the whole time that I'll be in the library but what if the fan breaksdown and I don't get to use the fan for the rest of the time that I'm here?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think I'm getting sick! With the heat and all, I think I'm getting sore throat and my gums are swollen which probably means sore throat will come tomorrow!! I drink more water than ever!!! I drank faster than I can boil water!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes, I've been doing a lot of complaining! Cannot help it! Exam blues and I'm only halfway done with two subjects and I haven't start the other two, but that was the plan! I was meant to finish Macro and Statistics on the 3rd and start on Law on the 4th!! How can I finish the other half of two subjects in two days?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow's 7 hours in the library I must TRY to finish BES!! MUST MUST!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did laundry today! Washed my other blanket, my shirts, socks, hankies and shorts. Cleared half of my laundry basket! Tomorrow jeans!! And hopefully empty empty. My basket has never been empty before! So depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everytime I finish washing, and when my clothes are dried I put them into my wardrobe and it seems like I have A LOT of clothes, but seriously, I don't! Going to buy many when I go back!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My clothes dried in an hour after I put them under the sun!!! See how hot it is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, its 11.26pm. I really need to sleep if I want to wake up early to do laundry!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to those doing exams!!!! Do well yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5596984272663264036?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5596984272663264036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5596984272663264036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5596984272663264036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5596984272663264036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-who-says-no-la-brunei-hotter.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-960813608285908743</id><published>2009-10-26T14:40:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:45:40.363+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crystal's alarm went off from around 7.30am and I was already half awake but because it was still early, I went back to sleep.&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought I would have a dream when I was half asleep.. And I knew I was partly awake because I could still hear the alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dream was the sound of the alarm went off right.. But it wasn't an alarm in the dream. It was the washing machine. There was something wrong and I didn't know what was wrong. SO I went out of my room and went to the washing machine and I realised I put my calculator in the washing machine so got error, so the washing machine made noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then 'mushroom' (the aunty staying with me) came and said, "Why did you put a calculator into the washing machine..... " and there rest that came out of her mouth, I don't remember anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned to look at her only to realise that she was just wearing underwear like she was preparing for a swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I always have crazy dreams??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to poo but... there are guests and I think they wouldn't like hearing the sound of THUMP in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought apple chews for me and Crystal. I ate 3/4 of them already =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOT TO STUDY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-960813608285908743?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/960813608285908743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=960813608285908743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/960813608285908743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/960813608285908743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/crystals-alarm-went-off-from-around-7.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5298268913819091151</id><published>2009-10-24T15:00:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:11:11.727+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;See, I was meant to be doing a questionare, but it was so long and they kept asking me stupid questions. So I gave up halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And I am still not sure whether I am going back. Would only know on 20/11.\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My flight to Perth is on the 18th though. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This will be disgusting.. So please don't read if you cannot take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;So here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Crystal's stomach has 10 worms yes.. Her stomach is a dining room for the family of 10 worms.. and where is their sleeping place? Her boobs! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;So when Crystal eats, they lineup in a row in her stomach and wait for the food to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are full, its time for exercise!! So they return to their bedroom = boobs and start bouncing up and down boing boing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;When its time to poop, they go to Crystal's heart and poo all the digested food and then..... the heart pump nutritious blood to all over the body! YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Exam starts in 2 weeks =( I have not started studying IFIM. Did a lot of BES and Macro though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Next week would not be hectic. No more new topics. All revision and I am the judge for Commercial Law!! YIPPEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5298268913819091151?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5298268913819091151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5298268913819091151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5298268913819091151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5298268913819091151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/see-i-was-meant-to-be-doing-questionare.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5191758023074996909</id><published>2009-10-16T22:45:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:46:08.931+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MAY NOT BE GOING BACK TO BRUNEI AFTER ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5191758023074996909?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5191758023074996909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5191758023074996909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5191758023074996909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5191758023074996909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-may-not-be-going-back-to-brunei-after.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-482918933846664226</id><published>2009-10-12T23:26:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:32:09.373+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of the many reasons why I think I am the older sibling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ok la dun kacau u already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*goodluck tomoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*money say good luck also &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*in his broken english&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dogrish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*money : groof ruck ruff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mum barking like a dog now too asking money to talk 2 u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hahahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-482918933846664226?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/482918933846664226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=482918933846664226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/482918933846664226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/482918933846664226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-many-reasons-why-i-think-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1553336013803051904</id><published>2009-10-12T14:54:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:12:30.877+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;After doing my tutorial handup =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Q: Do you like boys?&lt;br /&gt;. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you currently have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;. No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have a lot of guy friends?&lt;br /&gt;. I am closer to more guys than girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you ever wish you were a boy?&lt;br /&gt;. Nope. Went shopping for guy clothes with Jun Jie 2 years ago, MY GOSH, their clothes are so BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Girls Rule Boys Drool. Is that statement true?&lt;br /&gt;. dot dot dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you look for in a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;. Caring and loves me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you rather hugs or kisses from a boy?&lt;br /&gt;. Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you considered ‘boy crazy’?&lt;br /&gt;. Not really. I do stare at good looking guys but I am not crazy about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a boy you wish you had never met?&lt;br /&gt;. I don;t think so? Oh wait! HAGRID.. but he's a man.... Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you get tired of boys easily?&lt;br /&gt;. I don't know =S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you rather chill with boys or girls?&lt;br /&gt;. Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Choose, good looks and no personality or ugly and great personality?&lt;br /&gt;. Ummm, neither.. I rather in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you shallow?&lt;br /&gt;. That, you have to ask my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you even know what shallow means?&lt;br /&gt;. If I don't why would I answer the above question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you date an emo guy?&lt;br /&gt;. I DID ..... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you date a gangster guy?&lt;br /&gt;. Don't think I will. But, maybe I won't find out in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your age limit?&lt;br /&gt;. ummm, not more than 4 years older than me. It would be like dating my brother's friend. My brother said that about this girl who is older than me ok. So don't say I am mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does your life revolve around boys/a certain boy?&lt;br /&gt;. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name three things you notice first about a guy.&lt;br /&gt;. His hair. Whether it is short or long. Then whether he has piercings. Long hair with piercings is a NO-NO. Third one, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did you decide to do this note?&lt;br /&gt;. Because I am tired after my BES tutorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why don’t boys do notes as much as girls do?&lt;br /&gt;. This question is not for me to answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last boy you talked to:&lt;br /&gt;. Brother, last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last boy that made you smile:&lt;br /&gt;. My brother. He bullied me over the phone =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you thinking of someone as you write this?&lt;br /&gt;. Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you hope that they read this?&lt;br /&gt;. Don't mind if this is read or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: They won’t actually bother to read it though, will they?&lt;br /&gt;. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like boys in tight clothes?&lt;br /&gt;. No. Ewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like when boys wear their pants so you can see their boxers?&lt;br /&gt;. NO! HATE IT! One of the above question, the third thing I notice is how the wear their pants. If I can see their boxers, then I won't even think about it =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do real men really wear pink?&lt;br /&gt;. Umm, please not hot pink. A bit weird. Light pink is ok =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like it when guys sing to you?&lt;br /&gt;. not if he sings badly. Someone did sing to me once.. But, I didn't feel anything special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name one thing you HATE about guys.&lt;br /&gt;. Sometimes they are so stupid, I don't know what else to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name one thing you LOVE about guys.&lt;br /&gt;. because they have XY chromosomes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you with any guys right now?&lt;br /&gt;. No. Wasn't this question asked already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between a ‘guy friend’ and a ‘boyfriend’?&lt;br /&gt;. Umm, its just different. Want me to teach you English ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you plan on getting married?&lt;br /&gt;. Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many kids?&lt;br /&gt;. One. The most two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like Valentine’s Day?&lt;br /&gt;. Its like any ordinary day to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will that special someone remember your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;. No special someone now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will you remember his?&lt;br /&gt;. Not sure considering I forgot my own grandpa's birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you believe in horoscopes?&lt;br /&gt;. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever read his?&lt;br /&gt;. I don't read them at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s your opinion on love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;. No such thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know any boys that believe in it?&lt;br /&gt;. Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is this note way too long?&lt;br /&gt;.Sort of. I need to study soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;. Umm, ask Caroline! Dont ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is that a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;. Caroline you answer this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you rather have dinner and a movie or walk on the beach for a date?&lt;br /&gt;. Dinner and movie. I don't like beaches. Later Tsunami!! SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: without condom or with condom?&lt;br /&gt;. This questionare is getting stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Diamonds or Pearls?&lt;br /&gt;. diamonds. Although I don't want a HUGE diamond on my ring. I like small ones =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Chocolate or Teddy Bear?&lt;br /&gt;. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you die for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;. Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would any boy die for you?&lt;br /&gt;. Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you glad this note is done, finally?&lt;br /&gt;. Definitely!!! Wasted 10 minutes of my precious time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Interview tomorrow!!! I don't know what to wear. And I am afraid of what they'll ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathaniel&lt;/b&gt;, what did they ask you during your interview???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caroline&lt;/b&gt;, I hope you answer my above questions. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I need to study and get my mind off the interview. Hope my readers are having a nice day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1553336013803051904?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1553336013803051904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1553336013803051904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1553336013803051904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1553336013803051904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-doing-my-tutorial-handup-d-q-do.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7489985005554290739</id><published>2009-10-10T12:50:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:53:00.894+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised something:&lt;div&gt;The more I look at Voldermort and Wormtail the more I think they look alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that was super random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried making meatpie today. The crispy part tasted weird but the inside was nice. I guess I just put too much flour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to study until my interview is over because there is not point studying when all I can think of is the interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, thank you readers and all my supportive friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7489985005554290739?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7489985005554290739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7489985005554290739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7489985005554290739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7489985005554290739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-realised-something-more-i-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-4980253445787800056</id><published>2009-10-09T21:05:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:07:36.774+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know Bwine Bwine will kill me. But that will happen only after 1 and a half months. So... HERE IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Ss8SEcufbpI/AAAAAAAACds/jfN8cM16_hc/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Ss8SEcufbpI/AAAAAAAACds/jfN8cM16_hc/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390547146625740434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEHEHEHE Webcam stuck the other day. And she was like that for quite some time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-4980253445787800056?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/4980253445787800056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=4980253445787800056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4980253445787800056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4980253445787800056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-bwine-bwine-will-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Ss8SEcufbpI/AAAAAAAACds/jfN8cM16_hc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-8985820431300335061</id><published>2009-10-05T22:45:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:59:29.422+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to attend lectures again starting tomorrow. Uni is like the biggest ass right now. I know I have to go. But WHY can't the holiday be longer?? 2 weeks gone like that!! I will only be back in Brunei for 3 months. I think it will end quite quickly as well!!! Why does the world has to spin this fast?! I need the break!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was studying just now and after a while I thought, "Why the heck am I studying on the last day of the holiday?!" So I stopped studying and I watched House, my least favourite tv series but I had nothing else to watch. I have to say this, CHASE IS AN ASS! I DON'T LIKE CHASE!!! I don't like the series as well. Doctors betraying each other, playing with patients' lives. So stupid. The only reason why I watch it is because the cases are quite interesting. AND..... I want to smack Chase everytime he shows up! GRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I finished my Commercial Law assignment, although I still need to write the conclusion. But that's about it. I hate assignments!! Then I need to go back to the usual stuff. Do tutorials for all 4 subjects, attend lectures. Study and study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first paper is on 7/11 which means I need to start studying 7/10! Which is equals to this Wednesday! I don't think I can afford to stop and play and stuff. Although, new episodes of Psych, Leverage and Lie to Me is coming out. BUT STILL! I NEED TO STUDY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In exactly 1 week I will have my Medicine interview. I am shit scary!! My mum said I should ask around to see what they asked the current students when the had their interview. I am too busy to look for people and ask them for something I cannot prepare for. So yes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Money. I really miss that silly dog. Wonder if he still remembers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, I will be going back to Brunei in approximately 1 months and 2 weeks! YAY! 3 months with GOOD food baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder what movies would be out then.. Movie-marathon here I come. ALONG WITH THE BEST POPCORN IN THE WORLD (maybe not the best but heaps better than Australia's!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for Lie to Me to finish downloading and I'll watch it. Then its time to hit the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long people. May or may not be blogging. Depends on my workload. I hope my lecturers won't give me a hard time. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimberly&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/465037881662566908-8985820431300335061?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8985820431300335061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8985820431300335061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8985820431300335061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8985820431300335061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-to-attend-lectures-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-782862290644737295</id><published>2009-10-04T23:49:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:58:14.703+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival. Crystal and I went to buy a Cheesecake and so soft drinks to celebrate!! My cheesecake had candles on it!! PRETEND MOONCAKE! The clouds blocked my precious moon!! GRRR Once a year and the clouds just can't go leave the moon alone for once!! So I couldn't see the beautiful moon! =( What a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is starting on Tuesday. How GREAT?! It's like I never had this holiday! I didn't do anything besides shopping and playing the computer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I started my assignment. HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My brother's friend's wedding is in January and apparently my family is invited. And I dislike her so I refuse to go and here is what my brother said:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i don't want to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*expensive food u know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i can order wat ever food u want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*empire meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*empress court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*but 1000 ppl going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*100 tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*don;t want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mum wanna go wo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she go lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*im going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mum n dad invited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i stay at home with popo and gung gung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*u sure u dun wanna go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*popo n gung gung also going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i stay at home with my money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*money also going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*money cant go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*he will bite everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I told him that I cut my fringe myself and so I showed him through webcam and here is what he said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*can you see me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*not yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*yes can c now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hi u still look like a pig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hahahahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mummy leh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mum say put down ur fringe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she wanna c how long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hahahaha u look like a coconut head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*mum laughing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*COCONUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*u cut urself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wah coconut head cut cocunut hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's more.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*when u come back wat u wanna eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*koko buy u bubble tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i want to eat steamboat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*STEAMBOAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i want mum's corn soup.. the slightly spicy soup. then tomato soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*u suck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ Psych! says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*what??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Behold The King says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i thought u were gonna say capers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother.. The big meanie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-782862290644737295?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/782862290644737295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=782862290644737295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/782862290644737295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/782862290644737295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-belated-mid-autumn-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-8990342218106589634</id><published>2009-10-01T20:59:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:40:57.741+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Addition to the USB family of my computer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsSTZ5UO9WI/AAAAAAAACdc/KbNubJcwYuM/s1600-h/Photo0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsSTZ5UO9WI/AAAAAAAACdc/KbNubJcwYuM/s320/Photo0116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387593127333655906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaker which I can turn into a donut-shaped or I can open it up like above. =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsSTZdc7bRI/AAAAAAAACdU/7aLw1zYmOVc/s1600-h/Photo0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsSTZdc7bRI/AAAAAAAACdU/7aLw1zYmOVc/s320/Photo0115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387593119853931794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A cup, a mini fan and not in the picture, a mirror and mini-vacuum for my keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsSTaTZsUkI/AAAAAAAACdk/jcDTucFv-TM/s1600-h/Photo0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsSTaTZsUkI/AAAAAAAACdk/jcDTucFv-TM/s320/Photo0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387593134335873602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See how full my table is now. Underneath there's a new cooler as well. HEHE I feel so complete, FOR NOW.&lt;div&gt;Bwine, you noticed the photo frame on the left? Guess who are in the picture.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do Commercial Law assignment. YIPPEE =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimberly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-8990342218106589634?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8990342218106589634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8990342218106589634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8990342218106589634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8990342218106589634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/10/addition-to-usb-family-of-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsSTZ5UO9WI/AAAAAAAACdc/KbNubJcwYuM/s72-c/Photo0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-361477169781964805</id><published>2009-09-30T10:31:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:33:27.871+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I told Super Mario that I posted a picture of him on the blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shavin/Mario ;) says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*can u link me to ur blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shavin/Mario ;) says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*i want to make sure i look good in the photo :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After viewing the picture on the blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shavin/Mario ;) says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*haha ok at least i don't look fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*horrible picture though :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&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/465037881662566908-361477169781964805?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/361477169781964805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=361477169781964805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/361477169781964805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/361477169781964805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-told-super-mario-that-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2227684632029388295</id><published>2009-09-30T10:05:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:28:36.379+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the second week of semester break and I've NOT done anything! REPEAT: I HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING!! What is wrong with you Kimberly?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a few outdated pictures below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKqSLWLNLI/AAAAAAAACdM/YpiLOus9Yxw/s1600-h/Photo0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKqSLWLNLI/AAAAAAAACdM/YpiLOus9Yxw/s320/Photo0097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387055333548700850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some sort of Tang Yuan. I love it! I wish I can have more!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKqRq7i98I/AAAAAAAACdE/4au3JgwtG8k/s1600-h/Photo0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKqRq7i98I/AAAAAAAACdE/4au3JgwtG8k/s320/Photo0104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387055324847077314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Woolworths on Monday buying 6 big boxes of 850g Nutri-grains! We saved $18!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKqREP7sGI/AAAAAAAACc8/QaDUtbSjyig/s1600-h/Photo0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKqREP7sGI/AAAAAAAACc8/QaDUtbSjyig/s320/Photo0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387055314463600738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shavin aka Super Mario at Coles holding my shopping basket. Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?  HEHEHHEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rest are photos from yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CELYT (Crystal) went to Tea Tree Plaza with me yesterday and we wat ched UP. LIKE FINALLY! Very nice. I had tears in my eyes halfway during the movie! SO depressing but it was good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpxYcGH1I/AAAAAAAACc0/g0uHg00_O9M/s1600-h/Photo0109.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpxYcGH1I/AAAAAAAACc0/g0uHg00_O9M/s320/Photo0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387054770127511378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpwMHp_xI/AAAAAAAACcs/3P3vibBp_6g/s1600-h/Photo0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpwMHp_xI/AAAAAAAACcs/3P3vibBp_6g/s320/Photo0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387054749640687378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bus tracks!! I thought they were train tracks! And I was like.. Why are we driving beside a train track and why didn't they take away the train tracks but apparently we were on the bus which was driving on the so-called 'train tracks'! What's worst, when the bus was on these tracks, the driver didn't need to look in front nor touch the steering wheel!! Ok, I just sounded like I'm a little kid that just learnt something new! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpvgip8fI/AAAAAAAACck/Grw5XEcZ2kk/s1600-h/Photo0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpvgip8fI/AAAAAAAACck/Grw5XEcZ2kk/s320/Photo0111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387054737942770162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEHE! I love the fact that Adelaide is so countryside. So relaxing =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpvNgKsuI/AAAAAAAACcc/B3MlwvXGAeM/s1600-h/Photo0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpvNgKsuI/AAAAAAAACcc/B3MlwvXGAeM/s320/Photo0112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387054732832060130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, the dress I bought with the gift card (Below) that I finally use after all this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpuVQiN7I/AAAAAAAACcU/Qt04AsT0YPs/s1600-h/Photo0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKpuVQiN7I/AAAAAAAACcU/Qt04AsT0YPs/s320/Photo0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387054717734107058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; HEHEHEHEHEHEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so good during semester breaks! Why can't it be longer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go for groceries later and meet up with Super Mario to pass him movies and his book. Then I need to hit the books!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All for now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2227684632029388295?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2227684632029388295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2227684632029388295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2227684632029388295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2227684632029388295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-second-week-of-semester-break-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SsKqSLWLNLI/AAAAAAAACdM/YpiLOus9Yxw/s72-c/Photo0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-3850918198153837170</id><published>2009-09-25T20:33:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:39:56.800+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to go into depressed mode again. It's obviously not my aunt and uncles this time since I'm far far away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost a year since Elva passed away. ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I don't know what is going on in my life with friends, with relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will regret not doing/saying stuff and......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life just sucks at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I don't long to die nor do I long for the world to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to move on with my life!! Past is the past. Even my url says that. I am the one who made that url yet I don't follow. *scratch head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need mum. I really need mum. Sucks when long distance calls are so expensive! I need to sit down and talk to mum seriously when I go home. I have 3 months to do it!!&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/465037881662566908-3850918198153837170?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3850918198153837170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3850918198153837170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3850918198153837170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3850918198153837170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-im-going-to-go-into-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5437535379211930942</id><published>2009-09-21T18:13:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:17:04.890+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;New layout! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It had been pouring for the whole afternoon and Crystal's room started leaking and its flooding out. The last time I saw a flood was when I was quite young. Once I went to Caroline's place and we were playing outside and we only realised it was flooding when it was time to go home. Caroline and I were using brooms to 'sweep' the disgusting rainwater to the drain! Oh good old times. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was planning to go out just now. Thank God I didn't!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting for Psych season 3 to finish downloading. HEEEE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nuffnang just sent me stuff. Cousin, did you received anything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to start studying!! WAY BEHIND! But now, its time to cook!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5437535379211930942?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5437535379211930942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5437535379211930942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5437535379211930942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5437535379211930942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layout-d-it-had-been-pouring-for.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7301358260258473436</id><published>2009-09-19T21:23:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:26:32.350+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm finally on semester break!! Last two weeks was a torture!!! Now I have one last assignment, Commercial Law. HOW GREAT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Medicine interview in less than one month. I'm afraid!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting for Bittorrent to finish downloading Psych! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7301358260258473436?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7301358260258473436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7301358260258473436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7301358260258473436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7301358260258473436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-finally-on-semester-break-last-two.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-8222008493913731116</id><published>2009-09-13T21:07:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:16:33.315+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was not planning to blog. But this I cannot NOT share!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ur a geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G E E K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are geekier:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not wif those sunnies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GEEK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those are not my sunnies =.=""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but u r wearing them n took a pic n pasted it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ure a geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was not trying to be a geek. i was trying to be silly:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea ure a silly geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;koko you geekier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask emily jiejie la:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea i ask already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said u geekier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me not geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me superman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emily jiejie won't say that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea she did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't believe you:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shes sitting next 2 me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she just said it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you put mic and call her to say la:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she said if there is a choice between 2 of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she has to say u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no mic la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how come??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mic in the boot of the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money also say u r geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ my brother called me a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money cannot talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea he can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he goes "kimberly woof is woof a woof geek woof"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.="""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as if you can understand dog langugage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not dog language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah!! money can speak human language ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im teaching him dogrish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dogrish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dogrish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when u come back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u hear him speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.="""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pity money. geeky koko bully him:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pity me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got a geek sis like u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of coz not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a geek is a guy wifout many gfs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you only have one gf lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am not a geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ now my brother says my dog said I'm a geek =D says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i am not a guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a life time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ure the female version of a geek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big nerdy glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - CYA ARSENAL...get men not boys...GIGGS OWNS U says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. My brother ah.. I don't know what to say =.=""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-8222008493913731116?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8222008493913731116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8222008493913731116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8222008493913731116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8222008493913731116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-not-planning-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-9179812430910969601</id><published>2009-09-06T17:19:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:39:10.131+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chocolate party last night. It was in a pub. I was the black sheep because I was the only one drinking orange juice and chewing on a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOjFRgGUBI/AAAAAAAACcM/UI_CLxrbP9c/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOjFRgGUBI/AAAAAAAACcM/UI_CLxrbP9c/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378321691003211794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOjEwQV4mI/AAAAAAAACcE/4sbcG-tSriU/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOjEwQV4mI/AAAAAAAACcE/4sbcG-tSriU/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378321682078753378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Royal Adelaide Show just now. I like it but after partying yesterday, I was not the usual Kimberly that runs around and excited about stuff, especially when the sun is scorching! BUT I still enjoy myself! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the pictures are backwards. Which means the last picture is actually the first but I'm too exhausted to rearrage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOXB1Nj1GI/AAAAAAAACbk/cdxqxfOU3D0/s1600-h/CIMG2785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOXB1Nj1GI/AAAAAAAACbk/cdxqxfOU3D0/s320/CIMG2785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378308437730120802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ferris Wheel. Didn't go for any rides because it cost $8/ride!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOXBb0wtJI/AAAAAAAACbc/5q9to1N3TUw/s1600-h/CIMG2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOXBb0wtJI/AAAAAAAACbc/5q9to1N3TUw/s320/CIMG2784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378308430915220626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horses. Tato, I hope you see this! These horses are so beautiful!! They did hurdles just now! Super amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6wkmajnI/AAAAAAAACbU/U1FdTeRRDCY/s1600-h/CIMG2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6wkmajnI/AAAAAAAACbU/U1FdTeRRDCY/s320/CIMG2765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378277354887614066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This popo does her knitting with the ..........??I don't remember the name! Caroline, please tell me the name of the thing Rumpelstiltskin thingy. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6wHk4oBI/AAAAAAAACbM/veSSaha-vvg/s1600-h/CIMG2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6wHk4oBI/AAAAAAAACbM/veSSaha-vvg/s320/CIMG2763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378277347096567826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pig diving. SUPER AMAZING I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6vqp4VgI/AAAAAAAACbE/1SxoPZp0Lew/s1600-h/CIMG2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6vqp4VgI/AAAAAAAACbE/1SxoPZp0Lew/s320/CIMG2762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378277339332892162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pig racing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6vKVsVJI/AAAAAAAACa8/jx-2MKwnsF4/s1600-h/CIMG2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6vKVsVJI/AAAAAAAACa8/jx-2MKwnsF4/s320/CIMG2761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378277330658284690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6t5KfzrI/AAAAAAAACa0/HKZh4CUx9UM/s1600-h/CIMG2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN6t5KfzrI/AAAAAAAACa0/HKZh4CUx9UM/s320/CIMG2759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378277308868054706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And racing again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN5NMFWJnI/AAAAAAAACak/Zp6-qP4-7-8/s1600-h/CIMG2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN5NMFWJnI/AAAAAAAACak/Zp6-qP4-7-8/s320/CIMG2757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378275647499413106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cow cow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN5MnRy2wI/AAAAAAAACac/k-0F4oIdPy4/s1600-h/CIMG2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN5MnRy2wI/AAAAAAAACac/k-0F4oIdPy4/s320/CIMG2756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378275637619514114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World's largest cow!! 48 years old and weighs 1050kg. Look at the little girl beside it! Its head itself, is bigger than the little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN5MHPwALI/AAAAAAAACaU/Cj-2rYK8vpk/s1600-h/CIMG2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN5MHPwALI/AAAAAAAACaU/Cj-2rYK8vpk/s320/CIMG2754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378275629021003954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystal and I thought that the goat was trying to be a dog but it was actually preparing to do its BIG business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN5LiI0J-I/AAAAAAAACaM/O4kBTE8wj10/s1600-h/CIMG2753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqN5LiI0J-I/AAAAAAAACaM/O4kBTE8wj10/s320/CIMG2753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378275619059804130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goat=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxLw7CMBI/AAAAAAAACaE/XGNyIAo_1nw/s1600-h/CIMG2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxLw7CMBI/AAAAAAAACaE/XGNyIAo_1nw/s320/CIMG2746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378266826935513106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alpaca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxLZ50ktI/AAAAAAAACZ8/1SggB_zI8l0/s1600-h/CIMG2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxLZ50ktI/AAAAAAAACZ8/1SggB_zI8l0/s320/CIMG2743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378266820756411090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxK4gnwbI/AAAAAAAACZ0/qpPhPYjRh58/s1600-h/CIMG2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxK4gnwbI/AAAAAAAACZ0/qpPhPYjRh58/s320/CIMG2742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378266811792343474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxKNgQ8NI/AAAAAAAACZs/q34g3ulUBvw/s1600-h/CIMG2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxKNgQ8NI/AAAAAAAACZs/q34g3ulUBvw/s320/CIMG2738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378266800248123602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the Dog Show. Some of the dogs are so damn obedient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxJ4WLUxI/AAAAAAAACZk/1rWUdMyw4mw/s1600-h/CIMG2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNxJ4WLUxI/AAAAAAAACZk/1rWUdMyw4mw/s320/CIMG2737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378266794568667922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was actually one of the first ones we saw and we couldn't see its eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNurMrN8EI/AAAAAAAACZc/KNN5HEmmd-A/s1600-h/CIMG2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNurMrN8EI/AAAAAAAACZc/KNN5HEmmd-A/s320/CIMG2736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378264068426428482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNuqs9XC-I/AAAAAAAACZU/UEcZ4W9u0S8/s1600-h/CIMG2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNuqs9XC-I/AAAAAAAACZU/UEcZ4W9u0S8/s320/CIMG2735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378264059912588258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNuqFWJrKI/AAAAAAAACZM/ObxSAo52HMg/s1600-h/CIMG2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNuqFWJrKI/AAAAAAAACZM/ObxSAo52HMg/s320/CIMG2734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378264049279151266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNupgi7aGI/AAAAAAAACZE/ZEbc8gM9_vY/s1600-h/CIMG2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNupgi7aGI/AAAAAAAACZE/ZEbc8gM9_vY/s320/CIMG2733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378264039400630370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNupNiIHUI/AAAAAAAACY8/bFTg2dPcjSs/s1600-h/CIMG2732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqNupNiIHUI/AAAAAAAACY8/bFTg2dPcjSs/s320/CIMG2732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378264034296995138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, this is just for fun and laugh....... Yes yes, laugh all you want =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOXCav8-lI/AAAAAAAACbs/vU5C_jCiQEU/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOXCav8-lI/AAAAAAAACbs/vU5C_jCiQEU/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378308447806487122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you notice my glasses behind the sunnies? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what did I learn from this whole week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANNOT TRUST WEATHER FORECAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, they said raining. NO RAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then another day it said sunny. Rain rain rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it said, "Shower or two". But it was damn sunny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mr Umbrella has to leave home with me everyday. Why must he be so heavy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to shower. I hope no one is using the shower because the princess needs to shower! I stink of garlic and the smell of the pub yesterday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-9179812430910969601?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/9179812430910969601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=9179812430910969601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/9179812430910969601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/9179812430910969601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/09/chocolate-party-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SqOjFRgGUBI/AAAAAAAACcM/UI_CLxrbP9c/s72-c/IMG_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-2653311172602113168</id><published>2009-09-05T09:35:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:43:56.335+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first September entry and it's going to be boring and relatively short.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The upcoming events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th -  Chocolate Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th -  Royal Adelaide Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10th - IFIM Class Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17th - BES Class Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18th - Macro Assignment due&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19th - Semester Break commence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in between those class test I have heaps of tutorial questions to do! And Macro assignment was only put up yesterday and there's less than 2 weeks to do it. It's like a group assignment for goodness sake!!! Why give us so little time. Mario thinks they may have meant October not September. I highly doubt it!! But whatever. I think I can go through it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparing for chocolate party tonight. I hope it isn't cold or I will start yelling at people. (A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would blog when I have the time to. No time to even poo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2653311172602113168?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2653311172602113168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2653311172602113168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2653311172602113168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2653311172602113168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-september-entry-and-its-going.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-8758653968381474642</id><published>2009-08-31T21:31:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:37:27.158+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why it got so hot in Sydney and Brisbane that people are wearing sleeveless and short dresses when its so cold in Adelaide!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished 'reading' till week 3 work. I still have 2 more weeks to go through. YIPPEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I hate exams!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my scalp is bleeding. People around me think I'm crazy because I didn't react when I saw the blood rushing out. =.=""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-8758653968381474642?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8758653968381474642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8758653968381474642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8758653968381474642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8758653968381474642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-know-why-it-got-so-hot-in-sydney.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-8902637527080478827</id><published>2009-08-31T17:29:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:41:44.293+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voted today. My first vote. The people I voted should be honoured, although I voted for people who I don't know, except one whom I've met. HEHE. I'm such a bad voter. I should have put blank, but I didn't know I could BAH!!! After voting, I got a sticker. HEH I love stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpuDP3EjLKI/AAAAAAAACY0/ALAjBaTidms/s1600-h/Photo0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpuDP3EjLKI/AAAAAAAACY0/ALAjBaTidms/s320/Photo0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376034888701127842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was few days ago. I got arrested =.=""" And they had to take my fingerprints! They forced me!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpuDPKqsvPI/AAAAAAAACYs/B118Q1LfVzo/s1600-h/Photo0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpuDPKqsvPI/AAAAAAAACYs/B118Q1LfVzo/s320/Photo0082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376034876781542642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had forensic people showing us how they find fingerprints. SO AMAZING!! Why didn't I choose to do Forensic Science? HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a class test on Wednesday and I've only started studying week one's work. I still have 4 weeks worth of study to do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;林健辉 - 快乐王子&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;我在这孤单的夏天幻想你微笑的脸 &lt;br /&gt;我每天对你的思念不知不觉中的有增无减 &lt;br /&gt;常常听人在说开心的时候要好好把握 &lt;br /&gt;别到后悔才感到寂寞感觉对了就没分对错 &lt;br /&gt;我们应该要把对方珍惜够 &lt;br /&gt;而不是放开所有问题逃避 &lt;br /&gt;难道就这样的结束放下这段感情各走各路 &lt;br /&gt;明天开始我不再是那一个快乐的王子 &lt;br /&gt;所有爱所有痛就从此以后徘徊在我的世界里 &lt;br /&gt;明天开始你不再有爱你深深的这个王子 &lt;br /&gt;没了爱没了痛你是否可以能过更好的日子 &lt;br /&gt;因为不再有我 &lt;br /&gt;常常听人在说开心的时候要好好把握 &lt;br /&gt;别到后悔才感到寂寞感觉对了就没分对错 &lt;br /&gt;你知道吗明天开始我不在你的所有问题了 &lt;br /&gt;你要好好照顾自己哦呵呵 &lt;br /&gt;明天开始我不再是那一个快乐的王子 &lt;br /&gt;所有爱所有痛就从此以后徘徊在我的世界里 &lt;br /&gt;明天开始你不再有爱你深深的这个王子 &lt;br /&gt;没了爱没了痛你是否可以能够过更好的日子 &lt;br /&gt;因为不再有我 &lt;br /&gt;明天开始我不再是那一个快乐的王子 &lt;br /&gt;所有爱所有痛就从此以后徘徊在我的世界里 &lt;br /&gt;明天开始你不再有爱你深深的这个王子 &lt;br /&gt;没了爱没了痛你是否可以能过更好的日子 &lt;br /&gt;不再有我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodaloo. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-8902637527080478827?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8902637527080478827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8902637527080478827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8902637527080478827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8902637527080478827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/voted-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpuDP3EjLKI/AAAAAAAACY0/ALAjBaTidms/s72-c/Photo0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-6832473111013523854</id><published>2009-08-29T04:20:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:35:50.974+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 4.20 am and I'm still up and blogging and starving!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to add, my mum and my brother bullied me!!!! I spent so much $$$$ on international call so that I can talk to them and then, they bully me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how the bully started:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: MUMMY!! =D (still very happy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Hello my darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: I tell you something, your brother wants to give Money away and get a new puppy and name it Diamond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh. (I knew he was just joking). Who wants Money? He's just an ordinary dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: A lot of people wants Money. PU ZI (silly name, but she's grandma's friend) wants Money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yes, she said she wants him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *silent*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: So, we give him away ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Don't want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: But Puzi wants Money. She loves dogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *start crying* Mummy, I don't want to talk to you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Ok ok, just kidding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *silent*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Hello?? Girl talk la, mummy just kidding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *silent*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Girl ah girl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *silent*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[mum passed the phone to the brother who was giggling in the background before]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Girl.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[they dropped their phone and the line got cut]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called back after few minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Hello [Mum's voice in the background saying, "You la, so notorious. All you fault!" to my brother]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *still crying* Hello (in annoyed tone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: *laugh* Don't be unhappy la. We were just joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: NOT FUNNY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Very funny! And mum finally has sense of humour. So proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: -.-""" Mum always had sense of humour! And its still not funny!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Aiya, don't worry. We all love Money. We won't give him away! He's right in front of us now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: STILL!!! NOT FUNNY OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Don't be unhappy la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I am still unhappy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Don't be unhappy! If you are still unhappy, I'll kick Money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: STILL UNHAPPY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: I count to 3 oh. If you are still unhappy, I kick your dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: GRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: 1 - 2 - 3 still unhappy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: YES!&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Ok I kick Money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: DON'T KICK MONEY!!!! I want to talk to mummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Mum came to the phone. Brother still laughing]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Girl, just joking la. Don't be unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Not funny oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Koko told me to say that to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Not funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum: Ok la ok la. We won't throw Money away la. Money always accompany me. Why would I give him away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then.... we went to other topics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So stupid. I was crying in my own room for no reason!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-6832473111013523854?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/6832473111013523854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=6832473111013523854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6832473111013523854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6832473111013523854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-4.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5081256861099989763</id><published>2009-08-29T02:15:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:15:39.656+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My inactive blog. I am sorry I forgot all about you!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spring is on the way! YIPPEEEEEEEE!!! Winter sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpgLsZnShxI/AAAAAAAACYc/JITnNZYoMxo/s1600-h/Photo0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpgLsZnShxI/AAAAAAAACYc/JITnNZYoMxo/s320/Photo0075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059012684515090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Look at how beautiful the flowers are. I was staring at them for few minutes. Apparently, I like flowers as well. HEE HEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a long and hectic week. I had to do assignment. I had to prepare myself to stand up in front of "fake" judges (my classmates) and argue a case which I have completely NO CONFIDENCE! I don't know how lawyers actually do it but that's why they can earn so much I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my Macro tutorial work and my BES which I completely forgot because of my assignment. Yes, I'm really enjoying Uni life! PUI~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my BES test paper given back to us. I didn't do very well. I got 3 mistakes which I think its ok since I really don't know how to do it but still!!! 3 mistakes for such a small test!!! I just lost 1% out of 100% of my final grade =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Chocolate Party next Saturday and I am planning to go. BUT there's this perverted freak near my place and he's on the loose. Wearing no top and bottom on such a cold day, wouldn't you define him as a freak? I have my handy whistle tied to my wrist everytime I leave the house and when I come back just in case the pervert decides to come out from his freak place when I'm going/leaving home! Mum classified my whistle as a near 'ornament' or jewelery. NEW TREND! Whistle is good. So I can blow and he won't come near me. I don't want him to come near me because its either I run or I kick his you-know-where, which I would prefer not to because he isn't wearing anything and my sexy sneakers/shoes cannot afford to touch his disgusting little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, met Jumay when I went to look at some groceries the other day and she took a long long time to decide whether she should buy the 10 sticks ice cream or the one with 30 sticks. She eventually bought the 30 sticks and then I went to her place and we had a hard time stuffing all her ice creams into the freezer considering that she shares such a small refridgerator with 2 other person. Below is the picture of 28 ice creams in the freezer. She wanted to make me eat two I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpgLs55ZzUI/AAAAAAAACYk/iK54RLjG9q4/s1600-h/Photo0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpgLs55ZzUI/AAAAAAAACYk/iK54RLjG9q4/s320/Photo0076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059021350423874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And what have been happening during the week besides studying? Well, I've been hurting myself. First I burnt myself while cooking. I accidentally touched the side of the pan. Then I was trying to take a lid off the container. The lid didn't come out for a long time and it scratched my left wrist. Then I have a couple of bruises on my knee which I do not know where they come from. Probably dropped down from the sky!! Then, my right wrist starts hurting again. And so I bought bandage and wrapped my arm. Thank goodness I learned First Aid =D. Although, bandaging myself was not as easy as doing it for others. I had to tie the bandage with my mouth since my right hand was busy. How convinient. We should have three hands! That will solve the problem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpgLr1FHutI/AAAAAAAACYU/1KgBGAmAV14/s1600-h/Photo0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpgLr1FHutI/AAAAAAAACYU/1KgBGAmAV14/s320/Photo0080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375059002877524690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To sum up, I had a long tiring week. I am glad it's weekends!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's a joke that I think is funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Doctor, "What seems to be the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient, "Doc, I've got the farts. I mean I fart all the time,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor nods, "Hmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient, "My farts do not stink and you can't hear them. It's just that I fart all the time. Look, we've been talking here for about 10 minutes and I've farted five times. You didn't hear them and you don't smell them, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm," says the Doctor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up his pad and writes out a prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patient is thrilled "Great doc. This prescription, will it really clear up my farts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," sighs the Doctor, "The prescription is to clear your sinuses. Next week I want you back here for a hearing test."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Credits: http://www.coolfunnyjokes.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Toodles. Until we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/S: My brother said, "Girl, you are smelly, like your dog. I can smell you from here!" I said, "I'm in Australia. And I am not smelly! Money's not smelly!" Brother's response was, "Exactly. See how smelly you are. I can smell you here, right now!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5081256861099989763?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5081256861099989763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5081256861099989763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5081256861099989763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5081256861099989763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-inactive-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SpgLsZnShxI/AAAAAAAACYc/JITnNZYoMxo/s72-c/Photo0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-7557341871448314885</id><published>2009-08-24T00:33:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:34:14.865+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had two cup of hot chocolate and.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Did assignment for what seemed to be one WHOLE day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7557341871448314885?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7557341871448314885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7557341871448314885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7557341871448314885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7557341871448314885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-two-cup-of-hot-chocolate-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3428391865094935320</id><published>2009-08-15T12:44:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:41:03.410+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I love God. A lot. He let me sleep till 12.15pm today =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had a wonderful sleep. No dreams, I think? I woke up with saliva all over my mouth. Thank goodness I was not sleeping sideways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part is, its time for lunch when I woke up. Just have to cook. Cook as in, I need to cut onion and fry onion. Then CELYT does the meat.. I cook rice and that's it=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, chicken wings with vegetables. Most likely broccoli.. Our fridge is full of vegetables!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it on kimberly's news dot com do A U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3428391865094935320?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3428391865094935320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3428391865094935320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3428391865094935320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3428391865094935320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1720754965825158507</id><published>2009-08-14T21:26:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:28:48.364+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Old news:&lt;div&gt;Hot guy in all my lectures and one tutorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot guy is lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot guy has a HOTTER guy friend who has an ugly girlfriend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for reading Kimberly's.news dot com dot A U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1720754965825158507?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1720754965825158507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1720754965825158507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1720754965825158507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1720754965825158507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-news-hot-guy-in-all-my-lectures-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2071876567724665432</id><published>2009-08-09T18:12:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:12:46.043+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♫ I'm only nuts for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2071876567724665432?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2071876567724665432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2071876567724665432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2071876567724665432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2071876567724665432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-only-nuts-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3455250012265908088</id><published>2009-08-08T23:02:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:07:04.660+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about besides I am very busy and I have a lot of things to do and UNI LIFE IS NOT EASY!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to find out who told the WHOLE world that uni life is the best time in our lives. Talk shit ah! So should eat shit! Not the best time. Why do I have so many assignments and stuff?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, there's this hot guy in all 4 of my lectures!!  Maybe just 3 out of the 4 because one lecture I am not very sure as its early in the morning and I am always half dead during that time. MUST SLEEP EARLIER so I would have energy to open my eyelids wide and see hot guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my BES textbook. Sucks big time. Such a grrrr book!!! Annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Caroline is ignoring me to play Pet Society or something. Blecks~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. I want to see hot guy =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3455250012265908088?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3455250012265908088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3455250012265908088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3455250012265908088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3455250012265908088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-nothing-to-blog-about-besides-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5222071250280970200</id><published>2009-07-30T00:26:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:26:58.377+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother said:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you should read that one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;real story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his mum tried to cook him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - I WANT THE NOTEBOOK NOVEL says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried to cook u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - I WANT THE NOTEBOOK NOVEL says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - I WANT THE NOTEBOOK NOVEL says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u wont boil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - I WANT THE NOTEBOOK NOVEL says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried to eat u raw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - I WANT THE NOTEBOOK NOVEL says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but u tasted bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - I WANT THE NOTEBOOK NOVEL says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put salt on u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - I WANT THE NOTEBOOK NOVEL says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but u still tasted bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5222071250280970200?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5222071250280970200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5222071250280970200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5222071250280970200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5222071250280970200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brother-said-kimberly-says-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1397237658331852857</id><published>2009-07-18T16:50:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:43:12.986+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... I lost one of my underwear. Yes, I'm making this public! HAHA. And so now I have to survive with the few that I have left. =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told Caroline. And this is what she said:&lt;br /&gt;As in..go ask..'Hi...Im inspector Kimberly....im investigatin g a case of missing underwear..have you seen any grey underwear flying around recently..no?..seen anyone in grey underwear..no?..are YOU wearing grey underwear?...AH-HA!!I see that guilty look on your face!..You're UNDER ARREST..unless you buy me a hundred more pairs and a washing machine to wash them of course"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you just love my best friend =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1397237658331852857?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1397237658331852857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1397237658331852857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1397237658331852857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1397237658331852857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-8633882022661776598</id><published>2009-07-18T16:19:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:20:41.041+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I posted a note in facebook and my brother said his first impression of me is noisy crybaby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on MSN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your first impression of me not noisy ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you love me so much:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Badminton maniac says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Badminton maniac says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noisy crying baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Badminton maniac says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Badminton maniac says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i hear for the 1st 2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Badminton maniac says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edmund - Badminton maniac says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahhhhhhhhhhh&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/465037881662566908-8633882022661776598?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8633882022661776598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8633882022661776598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8633882022661776598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8633882022661776598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-i-posted-note-in-facebook-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-464843665063832704</id><published>2009-07-18T12:20:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:33:34.061+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stole (took) all of Mario's cents coins yesterday (below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SmE6SQ_VC4I/AAAAAAAACTs/sFDWA9ViVN0/s1600-h/Photo0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SmE6SQ_VC4I/AAAAAAAACTs/sFDWA9ViVN0/s320/Photo0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359629117020244866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE. I think he left like $20 worth of coins at home. Who does that? Mario the great! =P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get to have my Chocolate Crunch yesterday =( although I did buy a handbag =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I need to go present shopping again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CELYT coming back tomorrow morning. Going to pick her up at 8am! Maybe going to market after that if Queen CELYT is not tired. And Monday, go fix my violin and Tuesday pick Tato up and the plan is to go Glenelg but maybe they will be a change in plan. No idea. I want to use the train!! I've never used the train in Adelaide. CELYT said she almost got lost because the train system is very complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go Victor Harbor but I think its best not to because Tato would only be here for 4 days. She reaches at 6am.  &lt;------ HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's it. BYE BYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-464843665063832704?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/464843665063832704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=464843665063832704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/464843665063832704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/464843665063832704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-stole-took-all-of-marios-cents-coins.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SmE6SQ_VC4I/AAAAAAAACTs/sFDWA9ViVN0/s72-c/Photo0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-2445496111980166717</id><published>2009-07-16T01:12:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:12:28.277+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ღ  kimberly ♫ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you feel like turning him into a eunuch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes i do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna castrate him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make him sing in soprano for the rest of his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so mean. No wonder we are bestfriends!!!! I LOVE YOU CAROLINE!!!&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/465037881662566908-2445496111980166717?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2445496111980166717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2445496111980166717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2445496111980166717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2445496111980166717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/07/kimberly-says-dont-you-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-8810315535128192085</id><published>2009-07-15T23:30:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:34:35.708+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother's friends went back already. Which means, my brother isn't sleeping in my room anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is full of his odour, Money doesn't want to go into my room anymore =P. HAHA, the only reason why Money goes in my room is because he misses me (HAHAHAHA) and my room only has my smell, no other UNWANTED smell there. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm just jobless and I need to find new movies to watch or I will go crazy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished season 5 Numb3rs. Numb3rs is my love love.. HEHE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big brother said Leverage is nice. So Leverage, I will watch. Since first season is only like 13 episodes. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-8810315535128192085?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8810315535128192085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8810315535128192085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8810315535128192085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8810315535128192085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brothers-friends-went-back-already.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2010534653052797453</id><published>2009-07-13T21:34:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:02:08.492+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH Happy Happy!! The best friend has a blog! Yes, I'm making an announcement!&lt;br /&gt;Which means I will know what's going on in her life even if I can't talk to her, if she updates often that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some outdated pictures! But first one is the most recent picture of me... being childish  -.-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x32.xanga.com/faaf270303433246362508/b195323425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://x32.xanga.com/faaf270303433246362508/b195323425.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the day Crystal and I moved....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x7e.xanga.com/d0ef414435735247725552/b196418848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://x7e.xanga.com/d0ef414435735247725552/b196418848.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heee.. Our stuff. It was cold that day but we were sweating after moving those stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xa0.xanga.com/b3af565558632247725531/b196418828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://xa0.xanga.com/b3af565558632247725531/b196418828.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, we got back the bond we paid. Look at those beautiful green notes and my beautiful fat fingers! GAHHH~ It is gone now. Paid rent for new place! Had it for ONE DAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I have more pictures. Somewhere. But I need to go hunting for them, which I don't feel like doing at the moment. Those picture (above) were STOLEN from Crystal's blog. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there's a party in my place right now. Except its not me having the party.. Its my landlord. They have been so noisy since 7pm! And now its like 9+. They make me realise that Hakka people are more wen rou when speaking! Man, they were so loud, once I thought they were yelling at each other, then I opened the door and they were actually talking NORMALLY! How can that be normal? It sounded like they were going to pluck each other's hair out and yes Hakka people are more wen rou, except me. I AM LOUD! lala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The house has been super duper quiet without Crystal! Well, until now... Now I just feel like asking them to eat cactus. *grumble*grumble*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I think the germs/viruses that attacked Caroline's immune system has travelled all the way from Brunei to Adelaide because I GOT THE COUGH NOW! Its not surprising how those horrible microorganisms can travel so fast because the Aborigines actually walked all the way from Africa to Australia! They still scare me by the way! *think back when I was 12* AHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The aunty who lives in the same house as I am said because I stay in the house too much. YES I HAVE! I finished one whole Taiwan drama series, season 1 of My Wife and Kids, and MANY MOVIES (uncountable, ok maybe countable but I'm too stupid to count).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I found out Shavin's first name is actually Mario. I have not stopped calling him Mario since Friday. HEHE MARIO, I hope you read this. Ok, I'm so jobless right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of Mario, he gave me a link to the WORLD'S LONGEST JOKE and it was super lame. But I was lamer because after spending half and hour reading it, I summarised it to Caroline on MSN! HAHA. Now I feel like a fool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Medicine exam on 31st July. New semester starts 27th July which is in 2 weeks and results out tomorrow. Why is time flying like a rocket?! Must it be so fast?! Why does the Earth spin so quickly? Do I actually want 48 hours a day? Or 72? I used to long for my next birthday to come but now, I just want it all to hit pause! I mean, just stop for a while. I haven't done anything during this 1-month break yet!!!! *EMO*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: My room is still as clean as ever if you count out the laundry basket because its full of clothes and it has been raining everyday that I can't do any laundy to EMPTY the basket!!! But other than that, super duper clean clean! Not going to be clean after 27th July because I don't think I can keep my room clean and study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PPS: I hate Thursdays once again because my Thursday timetable is crazy!!! 10am till 3pm non-stop! All 4 subjects on that day, 2 lectures, 1 tutorial, 1 workshop. OH HELP ME PLEASE!! SOMEBODY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PPPS: Can't wait for Crystal to be back with my new backpack and Tato to be here and then Beethoven together. Crystal in 5, Tato in 7 and Beethoven in 10 day!! So, I have to get going. Need to plan where to bring Tato!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2010534653052797453?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2010534653052797453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2010534653052797453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2010534653052797453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2010534653052797453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-happy-happy-best-friend-has-blog-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-4861470808838262096</id><published>2009-07-04T21:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:43:32.662+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yours truly went to Royal Adelaide Hospital yesterday. Before the nurse check on me, I had to fill in details. Emergency contact. Guess who was mine? Crystal! HAHAHA! And, she just went back to HK this morning. So if I faint, no one will know what happened to me.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu clinic in the hospital was fun! Got lots of free mask! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky and I went and I got my blood pressure and oxygen level checked. Had 37.3 degrees temperature yesterday, I think its worse today because I feel unwell. ♫I'm unwell..♫♫♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Crystal to airport this morning. She's the one who has to board the plane and she woke up later than I did and I had to cook for her. -.-"" I am such a nice friend, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide airport is really small. I feel like flying back to Sydney's airport for Lacoste bag shopping! Really nice. I wish I had more time last year! Only bought a wallet! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Vicky is feeling better, going to Harbourtown. At the moment, nothing to do, no one to disturb. Home seems so quiet without noisy Crystal. HEHE. So, I'm going to watch all the movies I missed this year. There are so many. I finished Prison Break S4. SUPER DUPER GOOD! Must watch, though I hate the ending! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is super clean now. Place bets, how long will I maintain the cleanliness and tidiness? HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. My boring life! COLD COLD WINTER! HATE WINTER, NO SNOW! THE CHILLS ARE NOT WORTH IT! I WANT A WHITE WINTER (NOT CHRISTMAS YET)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;ME me ME me me me me me me me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-4861470808838262096?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/4861470808838262096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=4861470808838262096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4861470808838262096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4861470808838262096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/07/yours-truly-went-to-royal-adelaide.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3600102892789177689</id><published>2009-06-07T21:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:04:54.114+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new place's landlord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;壞人 - 方炯鑌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday - when Warrick from CSI died!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;never, at least i think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;irrelevant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who has not been depressed before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;12. 13. 14.-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink, purple, baby blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;err was not in love last year, so how do I fall out of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just now. Yongbo and his 2 sheets thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did find out that SOME aren't my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;100%. I know them but some aren't exactly my 'friend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;one? but I'm afraid of the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, my Money baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What for? can't think of any names. Mum will be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum called. Brother called. Went to church. Tato dragged me to a restaurant. Had lunch. get presents. cut cake, played piano. home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8++am, Almost 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading Dean's MSN conversation with his friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;going back to Brunei to see my family and Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when she sent me off to the airport? 2/1/2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;worked harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;壞人 - 方炯鑌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes. He's one of my classmates in foundations. But I think all I said was sorry... coz I dropped his stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpages: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;facebook, friends' blogs, UOAdelaide's webby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;?? My real name is my name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl2, BB, Duck2, pig, and the list goes on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;chromosome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAS, then Taylors College in Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;? Very dark brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;164cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not exactly crush. think he's really cute =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What do you like about yourself?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;that I'm a bit crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right, tried using left hand. then I can be ambidextrous but failed!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when I was in primary 3, 9 years old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA mummy, obviously, or Cindy (first dog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Labuan, when I was 2 years old (not like I remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;that, I really don't remember. What kind of question is this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;drink water and put a jacket on because its freezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;壞人 - 方炯鑌, how many times must I answer this question?! The song is put on repeat bah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sleeping? HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;depends. if I get married, maybe 1? If I don't then no? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How am I supposed to know whether I will get married or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Not sure at the moment. Will know, most likely early next year? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's lips and who's eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depends from who.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I like my current height. As for my future partner (if I ever have one), slightly taller than me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What older or younger? This thingy is stupid! ASK PROPER QUESTIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;err a little bit of both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for who? Me or someone else? grr stupid questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can be loud and sensitive if I want to =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;relationship? =S&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want to sleep. Let me finish this so I can sleep!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, stupid question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, my stomach will kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA was talking to Crystal, my contacts came out and it went MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. Had to walk around city half blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That's stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; err, I think I did break someone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[where's #81?!]&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes? Or what? Fall for a stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's what I lack, confidence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;not exactly. I believe that God will walk with me though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, God's angels =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO, had one in my life and that's it. I can't even handle one, so how do I handle more than 1?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHHA yes, to annoy Crystal (A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't this exactly like #94?!&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't want to go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;May, just started new course and met Tato and KenKen and had a blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I'm not a liar ok. And the biggest truth is, I'm dead tired and I just completed a stupid questionaire thing. And the TRUTH is, I want to sleep!!! I want someone to put me into bed and watch me sleep! Mum, I miss you so! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the stupidest quiz. Stupid question. And it made me sleepy. Study tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3600102892789177689?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3600102892789177689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3600102892789177689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3600102892789177689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3600102892789177689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-was-your-1.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-596057023469106855</id><published>2009-06-07T21:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:04:40.540+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA! I miss Yongbo. Crazy boy. We were talking about me moving and that the new place has queen size bed.. and I only have single bedsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illuvatar says:&lt;br /&gt;use 2x single for now&lt;br /&gt;Illuvatar says:&lt;br /&gt;then take your mum's sheet from brunei&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;i will only go back brunei dcember&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;then how i sleep for 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;Illuvatar says:&lt;br /&gt;2x single sheet first&lt;br /&gt;Illuvatar says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW la??&lt;br /&gt;ღ  kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;siaw one you&lt;br /&gt;Illuvatar writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Siulh-jadSI/AAAAAAAACTc/Knpbl04XhZw/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Siulh-jadSI/AAAAAAAACTc/Knpbl04XhZw/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344547385951024418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy boy made me laugh till i cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-596057023469106855?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/596057023469106855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=596057023469106855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/596057023469106855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/596057023469106855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-i-miss-yongbo.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Siulh-jadSI/AAAAAAAACTc/Knpbl04XhZw/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-7215117110236191100</id><published>2009-06-02T20:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:00:00.717+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is the favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sort of but if compared with some of my friends, I'm not that spoiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea. Planning to go with Crystal. But I'm a bit afraid its those trainee nurses that draw my blood again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not best friend. But I have few male good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may be very angry with SOMEONE right now but no I don't want her dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok this is embarrassing.. Er... I sent, "I'm going to faint. My best friend is here! I have bad stomachache!" to Crystal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What are u thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doing my tutorial work and when I would start studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you now?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. I hate being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3am. Caroline kept me awake on MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Aunt bought it in Sydney for me. Have been wearing it for more than 5 years now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't have time to think of anyone right now. EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to tag anyone. As you can read from above, I have tummy boo boo and I need to do my tutorial work, although my tutor isn't scary and never said we need to do. But I'll be a good student for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7215117110236191100?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7215117110236191100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7215117110236191100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7215117110236191100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7215117110236191100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-708859276017207180</id><published>2009-06-02T02:09:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:24:32.536+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caroline and I are now talking about Chinese weddings....&lt;br /&gt;And how she will test my FUTURE husband.&lt;br /&gt;Her tests are DIFFICULT MAN!&lt;br /&gt;And she said she won't allow the bestman and other guys to help the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;i will tie the best man up^^&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;you so strong ah?&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;well...like i told u...just kick a guy somewhere and he'll be weak for a sufficient period of time&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;so mean man&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;u love me^^&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;you will be the girl who kept kicking balls in kimberly's wedding&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...i should commission a pair of iron toed heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love her?! HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-708859276017207180?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/708859276017207180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=708859276017207180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/708859276017207180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/708859276017207180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/06/caroline-and-i-are-now-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7560568214487745691</id><published>2009-06-02T01:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:44:33.746+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Million reasons to love my best friend. This is one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;remember how people always mix up the both of us&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;you are kimberly and i'm caroline&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;though i negver understood y&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;the bigger size is caroline..the louder one is kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7560568214487745691?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7560568214487745691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7560568214487745691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7560568214487745691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7560568214487745691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/06/million-reasons-to-love-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-4069364590679596378</id><published>2009-06-02T01:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:37:30.773+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My best friend is crazy!!! I was like.. There's an English name and she was like what English name? BROCCOLI? (Cannot disclose other parts of our conversation.. PRIVATE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - 敲敲爱上你 says:&lt;br /&gt;broccoli your head la!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Midnight is the witching hour(L) says:&lt;br /&gt;i love it when u say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my best friend crazy???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-4069364590679596378?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/4069364590679596378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=4069364590679596378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4069364590679596378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4069364590679596378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-best-friend-is-crazy-i-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2974998573936799401</id><published>2009-05-31T10:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:26:03.174+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SICK! Medicine smells like poo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2974998573936799401?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2974998573936799401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2974998573936799401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2974998573936799401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2974998573936799401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-medicine-smells-like-poo.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3802895134419187282</id><published>2009-05-30T17:51:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:59:54.964+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick. May or may not be Swine Flu. I shouldn't be cursing myself but my cousin cursed me first &lt;-- lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal is still eating chip everyday. And chips is like food.&lt;br /&gt;And what does yours truly likes? FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't control myself. So, you guessed it! I had fries to.&lt;br /&gt;Coughing like mad. I'm afraid of emphysema!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll cough blood. No idea. Being sick sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Having to eat porridge sucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I watched Night at the Museum 2 with Dean yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Very funny. Although my favourite character, the stone thingy, which says, "Dum Dum, give me gum gum" didn't really do much. But its like the cutest character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chinese food after movie. Claypot chicken. DAMN NICE! And just went driving around Adelaide. Traffic mayhem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, finished studying the first two chapters of Microeconomics. At least I started studying something. I got 4 subjects to study and so little time. God help me please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to sleep soon. Super duper tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3802895134419187282?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3802895134419187282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3802895134419187282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3802895134419187282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3802895134419187282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-6761925468307798803</id><published>2009-05-24T17:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:59:31.218+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First, my brother called me a nutcase when I told him I played the first line of twinkle twinkle with my violin. Then I told him I woke up at 1pm today and he said:&lt;br /&gt;edmund - John 3:16 says:&lt;br /&gt;horse wif a pig head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he's going to sleep. MY PIG BROTHER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holding the violin is very difficult eventhough its so light. And because I can't play it well, the music coming out of my violin is not music.. More like car tires screeching. My eardrums are dying and my left shoulder is so tired. I wonder how left hand people play violins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for now. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-6761925468307798803?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/6761925468307798803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=6761925468307798803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6761925468307798803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6761925468307798803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-my-brother-called-me-nutcase-when.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3927561334071312976</id><published>2009-05-04T19:47:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:47:54.598+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TUESDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday blues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3927561334071312976?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3927561334071312976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3927561334071312976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3927561334071312976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3927561334071312976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrows-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7933622161348744520</id><published>2009-05-03T23:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:47:19.210+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend.. Her name is Crystal and she kept singing:&lt;br /&gt;Smell like Mona Lisa. My heart breaks to pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a bit crazy. And so I put on my nick that she's crazy and she put on her nick:&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Eugenia Law is CRAZY but Kimberly still loves to play with me=]~ She is also CRAZY too!!~  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. CRAZY CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's all about crazy girl Crystal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7933622161348744520?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7933622161348744520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7933622161348744520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7933622161348744520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7933622161348744520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1297353933373990377</id><published>2009-04-30T19:34:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:48:59.468+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 1 Microeconomics Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 4 Accounting Method Test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 13 Accounting for Decision Makers assignment due&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 19th Accounting practice set due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1297353933373990377?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1297353933373990377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1297353933373990377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1297353933373990377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1297353933373990377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-to-do-may-1-microeconomics-test.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-6048465035414709316</id><published>2009-04-23T09:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:25:14.958+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired and I don't want to sleep. All I want to do is watch CSI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into Grey's Anatomy and Scrubs and Pscyh! I'm turning into a DVD maniac. My poor laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised, everyone is finishing their IB/A'levels! So depressing. Like everyone going overseas and I don't know when I will be meeting them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bum bum Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here listening to sad love songs. I have a depressing life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and I going to Port Adelaide tomorrow (if the weather permits us to) and Saturday going shopping or most likely shopping spree with Liza. I had a very unproductive holiday. So I'm going to end it with lots of outings. Two isn't a lot but really, compared to what I'm doing now, which is staying at home 24/7, its a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go for an exchange program in Singapore. Should I? I wanted to go like Japan/Germany. But I want to be near my family. See la. I haven't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study and do my assignments. I miss school already. PFFT! Although Accounting is boring for me now. Economics sucks as well. BIOLOGY WHERE ARE YOU??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm planning to take up Chinese as my elective next year. YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-6048465035414709316?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/6048465035414709316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=6048465035414709316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6048465035414709316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6048465035414709316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-tired-and-i-dont-want-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1552634038897421738</id><published>2009-04-17T09:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:52:36.124+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I called my mum's workplace when she doesn't work today. GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I need to go to library now. Last season of Ally McBeal is now available! HUA HUA. I'm so happy. I'm addicted to Ally McBeal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1552634038897421738?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1552634038897421738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1552634038897421738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1552634038897421738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1552634038897421738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-called-my-mums-workplace-when-she.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3478236420058644615</id><published>2009-04-09T12:04:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:10:54.718+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday starts tomorrow. I got more than 2 weeks! I'm super duper happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the State Library now using all the internet I want. It would be nice if it isn't so SLOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to do my Online test here. Hopefully it doesn't cut me off halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished exam at 6.45pm yesterday. And I went to the bus stop and guess what time I took the bus? 7.20pm!!! I was so scared I get raped or something. Super duper scary. I've never been out like that so late. BUT I saw the Centrepoint building with the beautiful lights, so its worth it. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balawi is coming over on Monday. And I have no idea where to bring him and his friends. And I need to sleep REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I lack sleep. I have all the Vitamins and Carbs and Protein, no sleep. Do I'm what? SLEEP DEFICIENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for the moment. Pictures would sure to be posted after Balawi leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I got lots of DVD's to watch! I love that I can borrow DVDs from the libraries here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3478236420058644615?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3478236420058644615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3478236420058644615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3478236420058644615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3478236420058644615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-starts-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5373945723658502243</id><published>2009-04-01T19:56:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:59:26.371+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a University Union party and had burger patties and cotton candy both free. AND I drank Red Bull for the first time. And I think I got drunk. REALLY. I'm not even joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having party next week again. HEHE. Free BBQ again. I like free stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Easter's coming. I have exam next week. How great. Study study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5373945723658502243?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5373945723658502243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5373945723658502243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5373945723658502243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5373945723658502243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-university-union-party-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-6973647543672676884</id><published>2009-03-15T17:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:12:10.897+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures from my visit to the museum near uni. I have a feeling I will be going there sometime soon so I won't elaborate. But it is very fun! And the best part is, its free!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sby5TlYZumI/AAAAAAAACTU/V2gps6ywLxM/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sby5TlYZumI/AAAAAAAACTU/V2gps6ywLxM/s320/IMG_0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313325406493456994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sby5TY5GHqI/AAAAAAAACTM/xMU_nezlqLo/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sby5TY5GHqI/AAAAAAAACTM/xMU_nezlqLo/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313325403140923042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sby5TaZJVjI/AAAAAAAACTE/RdOeimLyHv8/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sby3FBoVHUI/AAAAAAAACSM/0slgQAjDfDM/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313322957355162946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-6973647543672676884?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/6973647543672676884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=6973647543672676884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6973647543672676884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6973647543672676884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-are-pictures-from-my-visit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sby5TlYZumI/AAAAAAAACTU/V2gps6ywLxM/s72-c/IMG_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-5421487050378776987</id><published>2009-03-10T21:11:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:12:48.762+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She wears high-heels, I wear sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5421487050378776987?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5421487050378776987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5421487050378776987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5421487050378776987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5421487050378776987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-wears-high-heels-i-wear-sneakers.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-4255283468528788832</id><published>2009-03-09T23:46:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:51:53.066+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that I need to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kui says:&lt;br /&gt;u don't have to buy so big bottle. 1L one like te sehat bottle also have bah&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - footprints says:&lt;br /&gt;got la.. but $6.. might as well buy $7 for 2L&lt;br /&gt;Kui says:&lt;br /&gt;how come so expensive ? 1L n 2L so much different.they know how to do business or not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I laughed till I almost fall off the chair.. And then I typed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - footprints says:&lt;br /&gt;mummy.. you are so expensive&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - footprints says:&lt;br /&gt;no no&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - footprints says:&lt;br /&gt; not expensive&lt;br /&gt;kimberly - footprints says:&lt;br /&gt;so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my mum also watching magic shows. Magic shows freak me out sometimes. Don't get why people like it so much. I saw a guy having a tennis racket around his body once when I was doing my shopping in Rundle Mall. -.-""" He slipped inside, thinking its hula hoop or something? =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-4255283468528788832?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/4255283468528788832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=4255283468528788832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4255283468528788832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4255283468528788832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-that-i-need-to-blog-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7987613125444538763</id><published>2009-03-02T21:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:21:35.156+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just cooked one huge pot of macaroni with cream with asparagus. Had it for dinner. It's for lunch tomorrow and dinner and again lunch/dinner the day after tomorrow. I am so busy, I don't think I can cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought bananas. $1/kg. Although I've seen it cheaper, I was pretty happy because that's the cheapest here. The person was so nicer to cut the top part that stick all the bananas together so I don't need to pay the extra weight. I shall pay they a visit again for more bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cook something else but everything is time-consuming. I think pasta already take up a lot of my time. And I kept seeing students with McD's paperbag just now in uni. Blecks~ I don't like burgers, especially the pickles in them. Speaking of pickles, the 2nd last week that I was in Sydney, Ken Ken, Rie, Joseph and I went for buffet Joseph ate one whole plate of pickles and corn. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you that I hate eating those small tomatoes.. Those that look like grapes? They taste awful!!!! *(#89(*@$(*($&amp;amp;*(@Y$(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable is crap on Tuesday and Wednesdays so I think I got any events apart from attending lectures, anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I haven't even start class, my lecturer put up assignments on the net already. HOW GREAT?! And I don't even know how to do the first question, which carries the most marks. PFFT~ But I'm glad I've done budget and cash-flow and little little stuff in the other questions. Lectures for me, yippee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that.. I joined the local library just now just to borrow DVDs. "She's the Man" by Amanda Bynes is very nice!! TATO, watch it! It's an order!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my school fee is $4 less than the one they showed on my acceptence letter. =S Which means, I can buy $4 more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery shopping is the worst!! Have to plan beforehand, what you want to eat. No, that's not the worst. The worst part is, I can't buy too much at one go BECAUSE I need to carry to the bus stop and then wait for my bus, then get on the bus, then get off the bus and then walk back home with more than I can carry. After this semester, I need to move to a place where its surrounded by shops. At least walking to and fro from house is not as bad as having to take the bus home with so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, the crazy weather!!! It's sunny right.. And then I wore shorts out and DAMN COLD!!! I checked the weather forecast, crazy 21 degrees!! And when I finish lecture and left uni, it was 30!!!! It's going to rain tomorrow, pfft~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for the time being. So sad my life =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7987613125444538763?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7987613125444538763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7987613125444538763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7987613125444538763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7987613125444538763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-cooked-one-huge-pot-of-macaroni.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5321818019062315090</id><published>2009-03-01T17:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:31:45.109+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My uni pictures.. I went there this morning and it's a Sunday, so no one, so I could take as many pictures as I want BUT also very scary when there's no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_v7DJFVI/AAAAAAAACSE/H2VTvdg621Q/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_v7DJFVI/AAAAAAAACSE/H2VTvdg621Q/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308125203346822482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_voHqR5I/AAAAAAAACR8/AEua61Om5RI/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_voHqR5I/AAAAAAAACR8/AEua61Om5RI/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308125198265501586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_vF-OrGI/AAAAAAAACR0/rc8yhpMg13M/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_vF-OrGI/AAAAAAAACR0/rc8yhpMg13M/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308125189099138146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_u3SWhwI/AAAAAAAACRs/r1_AN_6apx8/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_u3SWhwI/AAAAAAAACRs/r1_AN_6apx8/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308125185157007106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_ucXJTPI/AAAAAAAACRk/mHsAy0yZM_A/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_ucXJTPI/AAAAAAAACRk/mHsAy0yZM_A/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308125177929354482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9pJYOhgI/AAAAAAAACRc/J_bSsGTMjlg/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9pJYOhgI/AAAAAAAACRc/J_bSsGTMjlg/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122887911015938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9o9lujwI/AAAAAAAACRU/5XW4KGASTzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9o9lujwI/AAAAAAAACRU/5XW4KGASTzQ/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122884746415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9oV3BDvI/AAAAAAAACRM/NI-RLlIUKns/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9oV3BDvI/AAAAAAAACRM/NI-RLlIUKns/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122874081513202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9oApz4BI/AAAAAAAACRE/k9JBBq1Q5Zc/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9oApz4BI/AAAAAAAACRE/k9JBBq1Q5Zc/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122868388978706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9niTlWkI/AAAAAAAACQ8/mBYvuVxyyaM/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao9niTlWkI/AAAAAAAACQ8/mBYvuVxyyaM/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308122860242688578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0caQpndI/AAAAAAAACQ0/ZIUK5RC7IHU/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0caQpndI/AAAAAAAACQ0/ZIUK5RC7IHU/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308112773499690450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0cAN_0HI/AAAAAAAACQs/_YLPcnXy61E/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0cAN_0HI/AAAAAAAACQs/_YLPcnXy61E/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308112766509240434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0b8hbO5I/AAAAAAAACQk/vy-LOAS3Hrc/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0b8hbO5I/AAAAAAAACQk/vy-LOAS3Hrc/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308112765516987282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0bv1qebI/AAAAAAAACQc/fQLEEcwikJI/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0bv1qebI/AAAAAAAACQc/fQLEEcwikJI/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308112762112211378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0bOIuQvI/AAAAAAAACQU/aLCXNnfcs2c/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao0bOIuQvI/AAAAAAAACQU/aLCXNnfcs2c/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308112753065345778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyH8sgS1I/AAAAAAAACQM/_bbKZ3tGt7M/s1600-h/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyH8sgS1I/AAAAAAAACQM/_bbKZ3tGt7M/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308110222942817106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyHq4bSjI/AAAAAAAACQE/jlD9VJ0_QwI/s1600-h/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyHq4bSjI/AAAAAAAACQE/jlD9VJ0_QwI/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308110218160982578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyHoqkZ3I/AAAAAAAACP8/3eaHTMLnvW8/s1600-h/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyHoqkZ3I/AAAAAAAACP8/3eaHTMLnvW8/s320/IMG_0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308110217565988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyHc_rEYI/AAAAAAAACP0/bYDno7finYg/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyHc_rEYI/AAAAAAAACP0/bYDno7finYg/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308110214433280386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyHOCL7mI/AAAAAAAACPs/Y0N1yUo48Co/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SaoyHOCL7mI/AAAAAAAACPs/Y0N1yUo48Co/s320/IMG_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308110210417290850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And as you would have noticed, all the pictures has trees, which means that all over the campus there's trees. Some of the buildings are blocked by trees, so cannot really take a nice picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5321818019062315090?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5321818019062315090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5321818019062315090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5321818019062315090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5321818019062315090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-uni-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/Sao_v7DJFVI/AAAAAAAACSE/H2VTvdg621Q/s72-c/IMG_0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-6858230914505137984</id><published>2009-02-07T20:06:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:16:33.366+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently I will have at least one kid in the future and my first kid will be a boy. And exactly, how does this quiz knows whether my first kid will get X chromosome or Y chromosome from father??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;How many kids will I have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;1-3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 87%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;You will have at least one child.  The child will be the same gender as your significant other.  If you have a second child it will be the same sex as your best friend in middle school.  If you have a third child it will be the same sex as you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;4-6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 63%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;0 kids&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 45%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;7-13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 36%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_many_kids_will_i_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many kids will I have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-6858230914505137984?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/6858230914505137984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=6858230914505137984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6858230914505137984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6858230914505137984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/02/apparently-i-will-have-at-least-one-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2907315463954334527</id><published>2009-02-07T19:14:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:36:32.320+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been in the mood to blog and I'm not sure I have the mood to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hot here. And if anyone goes, "NO WAY!! Brunei hotter ok!" again, I will scold them. Its like a desert here!! It went up to 42 degrees today. Brunei ever reach 40 meh?!! I think Sahara desert is cooler!! I think its not that bad at night in the desert even! I could not sleep last night till 2/3 am!! So I've decided, every summer (in Australia), I'm going back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got my Sydney University offer. Except, NOT PLANNING to accept because I don't like Sydney's life and my mum kind of want me to leave Sydney after what I've been through last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, my aunt doesn't want me to leave. She kept telling me if I stay in Sydney, I save on rent. I did the calculation. If I stay in Sydney and I always pay for the super expensive transport fees, and add if with my tuition fees, it is almost the same if I go to Adelaide and pay for rent. Seriously! Maybe on $500 difference. And I stay here, no use. I can't work. I have to always come home early to clean the house. And most importantly, I'm not happy here. PFFT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my uncle told me, if you want, you can stop for half a year and go to uni half a year later. HELLO, I'm not young anymore. Tell me wait for half a year?? No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my other uncle told me to apply UK. I'm under Australia foundation, I don't think I can even apply for UK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh. I hate it when everyone is telling me different things to do. So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back, really. But summer is almost over. I don't mind spending winter here. If I can enter Adelaide uni, then my mum will most likely come over. I hope. But it will be really cold already.... Hai~ I hate the weather here. So unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my full results already. It is ok, I guess. I know I could do better if I weren't living with relatives. When I was studying, they came and 'interrogate' me about what I want to do in uni. So stupid you know. Can't it wait till after exam? Will die meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I cannot stand is when something happens, they don't trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like when my aunt got a call from school the other day saying I didn't attend 2 days class. 2 days!!! And she called me.. Didn't ask me whether its true. Just started scolding me. Who would believe Kimberly will skip class? Then there's when my aunt in Brunei told my aunt in Australia that my mum sent me money. She called me straight away and asked me how I spent all those money and asked me why I never tell her. Is it a crime for my mum to send her daughter money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if the school called my mum and say, "your daughter didn't come to class for two days!" My mum will say, "Bullshit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what she said when I told her what happened and my aunt called to scold me. How come the older generation can't trust us?? Is it so hard for them to try and ask first before scolding. She rather believe my stupid school than her own niece. Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it so much when people don't trust me. When people force me to "save" money by staying in a place where I hate. I think the environment/place where I live is the most important thing for my studies at the moment. Not saving money. But the adults just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. The beginning of my 2009. Sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2907315463954334527?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2907315463954334527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2907315463954334527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2907315463954334527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2907315463954334527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-been-in-mood-to-blog-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-2727709438356884624</id><published>2009-01-07T23:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:05:28.600+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost 12am here and I'm not even yawning. YIPPEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will me like Tato tomorrow, sleeping on a couch where people may have fart on zillion times before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-2727709438356884624?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/2727709438356884624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=2727709438356884624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2727709438356884624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/2727709438356884624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-almost-12am-here-and-im-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3491924197902407998</id><published>2009-01-04T20:25:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:25:49.628+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I hate the time difference!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3491924197902407998?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3491924197902407998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3491924197902407998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3491924197902407998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3491924197902407998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-time-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-4509570046094319601</id><published>2009-01-03T22:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:54:08.857+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. No more slacking since I'm back here. I'm given one more shot to pull up my grades, hopefully I didn't do that bad in the last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 2009 already. Shit fast. I was back only for a month and it went and go so quickly. But my flight back to Sydney from Singapore was so long and dreadful I closed my eyes for what seemed like 5 minutes.. When I opened my eyes, only 1 minute passed. So stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what did I do during 2008? So difficult to remember actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;- Came to Sydney ALONE&lt;br /&gt;- Took train and bus to school alone instead of someone driving me to school&lt;br /&gt;- Walked to school from train station to save bus fare + exercise&lt;br /&gt;- Met friends from ALMOST all over the world&lt;br /&gt;- Explain countless of times that I'm Chinese who's not born in China&lt;br /&gt;- Played in water with Rie and Ken (I miss those times!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Schoolmate passed away&lt;br /&gt;- Went to schoolmate's funeral (RIP ELVA)&lt;br /&gt;- Bought a camera&lt;br /&gt;- Cook myself&lt;br /&gt;- Made apple crumble myself&lt;br /&gt;- Went to church with Rie&lt;br /&gt;- Got a new phone and laptop and a DS Lite&lt;br /&gt;- Cried for days because some guy was being pushy after the many a times that I showed him that I don't like him&lt;br /&gt;- Cried for a day because of a teacher&lt;br /&gt;- Went of silence for maybe a week?&lt;br /&gt;- Became super competitive in Accounting after some girl got a raise of 7 marks in her exam paper, ending up with FULL MARKS!!&lt;br /&gt;- Found out my friend is pregnant (she's married, so I guess its ok?)&lt;br /&gt;- Applied to so many Unis that I lost count on how many unis and which unis I applied to and what course&lt;br /&gt;- Started using Facebook more frequently. Used to hate facebook.&lt;br /&gt;- Dragged about 20kg of luggage into the lift and down the lift and out of my apartment and crossed the road ALONE to meet Rie across the road&lt;br /&gt;- Went back to Brunei with sucky 9 hours transit, with nowhere to sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Saw grandparents and grandpa skinnier than me (I'm serious)&lt;br /&gt;- Met up with friends and I would want to say they are still the same but it's not true (for some)&lt;br /&gt;- Slept at 3am plus and woke up at 11am&lt;br /&gt;- Watched Numb3rs &amp; Ghost Whisperer all day&lt;br /&gt;- Met my brother's girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;- Brother came back from Perth after 4 years&lt;br /&gt;- Drank Sarsi &lt;---- HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;- Watched Bedtime Stories (sorry Shim Shim, couldn't watch with you)&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the airport for more than 11 times in a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yes.. And what did I do for the beginning of 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stayed up with mum and koko to do countdown along with Money&lt;br /&gt;- Cried like crap when mum and brother sent me off&lt;br /&gt;- Had a crappy time in Changi with not Singapore Dollars and nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;- Used the Airbus back to Sydney&lt;br /&gt;- Had a very uncomfortable flight back to Sydney due to some long legs dude sitting beside me, always taking my arm rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. I can't believe I can blog so quickly. I may have left some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;When I think about, if I ever, I will blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I want to chat with my friends and brother and mother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long (I want to say suckers but it's just not my word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-4509570046094319601?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/4509570046094319601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=4509570046094319601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4509570046094319601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4509570046094319601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/01/right.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1089173995191958385</id><published>2009-01-02T17:17:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:18:57.772+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I promised to blog last night but the internet went off at 10pm!! Who would sleep so early when the next day no work??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't blog now. And I'm in Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Laters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1089173995191958385?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1089173995191958385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1089173995191958385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1089173995191958385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1089173995191958385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-i-promised-to-blog-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7630242476858626883</id><published>2009-01-01T17:44:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:48:18.291+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I know I promised a post on what I did in 2008 but it will come only tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to shower Money baby, repack my whole luggage because I can't find my Australia broadband portable modem and my mobile charger, but I remember seeing them somewhere when I was packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finished Numb3rs season3 episode 1-9 yesterday and going to finish another one or maybe two or three or as much as I can. Its an addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also have to download some songs. Stupid yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But A POST most likely tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7630242476858626883?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7630242476858626883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7630242476858626883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7630242476858626883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7630242476858626883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-4334160231013288043</id><published>2008-12-31T06:49:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:42:22.559+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry ah, I know Christmas was 5 days ago but I'm still in this Christmasy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jingle Bells, Batman smells&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin flew to Canada on Saturday, 9 hours transit in Singapore, which I know, isn't very nice. But at least Yin is there, along with her parents, so my cousin won't feel bored (Yin is also my cousin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's back from Vietnam tonight. Why are his flights back to Brunei always midnight? Yours truly needs to sleep BUT obviously I want to go to airport to pester my brother. And I can't wait for all the things he bought me. I've got Ghost Whisperer Season 1-3 (finished watching season 1, Tato) and Numb3rs season 3. I have a lot to watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's girlfriend going off tomorrow. And I'm going back to Sydney on Friday. One month is really too short!!! I want to stay longer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know those little studs? Well, the newer piercing got bigger and the little stud was stuck inside. And when I pushed it out, there was like part of my skin on the stud and my piercing was bloody and now it has a lump! WHICH IS SO GREAT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella. It's the best man!!! (Yin, want to read? Come to my house and get it when you are back. And don't spoil my book. Give me back my GG book as well and Archie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-4334160231013288043?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/4334160231013288043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=4334160231013288043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4334160231013288043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4334160231013288043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-ah-i-know-christmas-was-5-days.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-6435153524521156265</id><published>2008-12-25T13:59:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:20:46.216+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to airport soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother off to Vietnam for his friend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;And.... The last bachelor party where I don't know what the do there.&lt;br /&gt;Unfair!!! Girls should have spinster party!!! Except, there's no point in having one!&lt;br /&gt;Girls can still be the same type, shopping everyday.. Even after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;More reasons to spend actually because after marriage she has a "family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the 8th or 9th time I've been to Brunei's aiport within this month.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know every angle, every area of the airport. Not hard to believe when the airport isn't big at all. But I love small airport. Changi airport is way to big for me. I had to walk 15 minutes (no joke) to reach the Oasis (resting place). And it was midnight ok!!! That was the worse part. If it's not because I've been it the airplane from Sydney to Singapore for 8 hours, not sleeping because of the two fat guys sitting beside me, constantly swearing (it's like the f word is their fullstop to every sentence, no joke either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I'm glad that I'll only be in the plane for 2 hours from Brunei to Singapore. So I won't be too tired to shop around Changi when I get back. Or maybe not. Singapore's electronics may be cheaper than Brunei's.... But no way cheaper than Australia's! Plus, I don't think I will be bringing any Singapore Dollars there. Maybe just $3 for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Balawi the Great&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I miss you and you annoying me and calling me grumpy bum. Why don't you understand everything I blogged about? Anything la (I'm beginning to use la lo leh). If I don't get to meet you when I get back to Sydney, take care yea? I hope you enjoy your life in Germany!!! I will miss you! And stop flirting with so many girls and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MANY things to do before I go back to Sydney:&lt;br /&gt;- Need to meet up with Amelia for a game of badminton.&lt;br /&gt;- Promised my mum to go badminton with her.&lt;br /&gt;- Promised my brother that we will got badminton and jogging.&lt;br /&gt;- Promised Caroline that I would talk with her for the whole day once she return from Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;- Need to bring Money out.&lt;br /&gt;- Need to shower Money.&lt;br /&gt;- Need to play with Money more.&lt;br /&gt;- Need to weigh the things I'm bringing back to Sydney&lt;br /&gt;- Need to clean my room, my horribly dirty, messy messy room&lt;br /&gt;- Need to go out buy a luggage bag (because..... when I got back, my luggage weighed about 25kg and the handle broke.. so yes)&lt;br /&gt;- Need to sleep earlier because there's no way I can cope when I get back to Sydney with the 3 hours time difference ahead of Brunei's time when I keep sleeping at 2am when I'm in Brunei and.. waking up at 10-11am. (I know now how Yin can sleep till 11am at times!!)&lt;br /&gt;- I need to buy SHAMPOO AND BATH GEL or whatever because the last day when I was in Sydney, I used up all the bath gel and shampoo I had at home and also my toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;- And many more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shim&lt;/b&gt;, forgot to tell you. Can't meet up with you to watch Bedtime Stories!!! Coming out on the 1st of January and I'm leaving on the 2nd!!! Stupid isn't it?? My heart break into half la!!! I have to wait maybe two months for it to come out in Australia! By then, I would have started uni!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming.........&lt;br /&gt;A list of what I bought in Brunei,&lt;br /&gt;A list of what I did for 2008,&lt;br /&gt;But no wishes and new year's resolution or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-6435153524521156265?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/6435153524521156265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=6435153524521156265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6435153524521156265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/6435153524521156265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-to-airport-soon-brother-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-5167665770744369319</id><published>2008-12-23T18:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:04:05.732+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was like a 'Meet Kimberly Day" or something when the other day when I went out with my cousin, she met all her friends. Yesterday, I meet like a lot of people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the guy in my class during form something.... who digged his nose and put the nose poo on the curtain... didn't dare touch the curtain in class ever since!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Cheryl.. Don't mind. HAHA! I missed that girl so much. Still same old Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's SOMEONE who betrayed me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SOMEONE else who threatened me and my friend and my friend's other friends.. (Thank God I wasn't alone then!)&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;Just watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Best Friend's Girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like it. Don't like it. Don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch &lt;b&gt;Another Cinderella Story&lt;/b&gt; when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tato, if you read this....&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;Prince and Me 3&lt;/b&gt;. Want me to bring it back to Sydney for you?&lt;br /&gt;Got you a Korean series.. You know the one I talked about all the time? I'll make you watch. Don't you dare tell me NO TIME because we have only one subject next term!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I went to Miri?? The hours in the car sucks!! I can't believe you all, who go down to Miri by car everytime, can stand lo!!! SUCKS BIG TIME!!! Check passport, check car, check everything!!!!! And we had to pay 10 bucks(Malaysian Dollars) to cross the bridge, B$3 to leave Brunei and same when we come back to Brunei and again M$10 when we cross the bridge. And then we had to go through a custom where the car is checked. And the car's aircon went cuckoo (not funny)! I hated it!!! Don't get why people said its nice. KK is much nicer!!! I miss KK!!! Seeing that KK is super nice to shop and everyone there knows Hakka, I'm planning to go for part-time job when I return to Sydney and save for my trip with mummy to KK and our walkathon and our backpacks full of goodies. And if you are wondering, my mum carried a backpack, like me, when we were there. Don't believe me? Ask Amelia. Met her in KK. And also, my mum and I were wearing the same tee when we met Amelia!! How embarrassing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloading Four Holidays/Christmasses (or whatever other names it has)&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?? I want to download 27 dresses as well. Missed it when I was in Australia because I had exams. Oh great almighty exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also caught &lt;b&gt;The Day The Earth Stood Still&lt;/b&gt; with my brother and his girlfriend yesterday. Many would not believe I watch such shows. I didn't even know it would be those shows.. You know. But I thought it was good. I should make an effort to find out good shows like those, that I never bother to watch because I thought it would be those scientific thingies. And during the beginning, it was like got human came out of the rock that came from outer space right?? I thought, "YAY!!!! The Panspermia theory.. Origin of life. So many really believe life came from outer space." But... it wasn;t like that!! HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see how much I mentioned about movies in this post? I'm truly a karak wayang. I should stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I need to stop and read or something. So bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-5167665770744369319?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/5167665770744369319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=5167665770744369319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5167665770744369319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/5167665770744369319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-was-like-meet-kimberly-day-or.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-574316596876446450</id><published>2008-12-21T00:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:03:56.652+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only one thing to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straightened my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I looked like a lion with my frizzy hair and stuff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-574316596876446450?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/574316596876446450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=574316596876446450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/574316596876446450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/574316596876446450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-one-thing-to-say-i-straightened-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1426964538738783474</id><published>2008-12-12T20:53:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:55:07.130+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Claire being CLAIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhen~~ says:&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a dress like christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly says:&lt;br /&gt;what for??&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly says:&lt;br /&gt;so you can wear on christmas??&lt;br /&gt;Zhen~~ says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly says:&lt;br /&gt;take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly says:&lt;br /&gt;and i want to see&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly says:&lt;br /&gt;send to me&lt;br /&gt;Zhen~~ says:&lt;br /&gt;i will bring it to sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super miss you Claire bum bum!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1426964538738783474?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1426964538738783474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1426964538738783474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1426964538738783474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1426964538738783474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/12/claire-being-claire-zhen-says-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1749016281677543767</id><published>2008-12-04T16:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:26:00.329+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back in Brunei with lots of mosquito bites!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money baby jumping up and down. HEH HEH. I'm so happy he recognises me!! Super duper happy! But then he became emo after a while. My mum said he's thinking where did I go for so long. -.-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pictures. Before I came back. Before Rie's birthday, she said she would be serious  after she turn 20 so I had to bring her out before her birthday to NOT BE SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: HAZARDOUS: ALL CRAZY PICTURES BELOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY8u7Nd_SI/AAAAAAAACOY/S1CjysNE8Tk/s1600-h/P1000378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY8u7Nd_SI/AAAAAAAACOY/S1CjysNE8Tk/s320/P1000378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275470790376946978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sailors used that to indicate the letter K&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY8ufRQJZI/AAAAAAAACOQ/WNtcKE1a_Pg/s1600-h/P1000372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY8ufRQJZI/AAAAAAAACOQ/WNtcKE1a_Pg/s320/P1000372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275470782876624274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to make a split but.... Jeans and my body isn't soft enough.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY8uJMQonI/AAAAAAAACOI/9X_-HtA1G7g/s1600-h/P1000341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY8uJMQonI/AAAAAAAACOI/9X_-HtA1G7g/s320/P1000341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275470776950104690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am the world's greatest &lt;----- HAR HAR HAR&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7EsSlntI/AAAAAAAACNg/LkfGkoBOhqc/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7EsSlntI/AAAAAAAACNg/LkfGkoBOhqc/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275468965305753298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is to show how trains in Sydney are like. Rie didn't take a nice photo, so cannot really see. NOTE: Not all trains are like that. This is the newest one. Others are old and air-con-less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT MUSEUM&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7FQCAinI/AAAAAAAACOA/Pe1D_lbOZCI/s1600-h/P1000316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7FQCAinI/AAAAAAAACOA/Pe1D_lbOZCI/s320/P1000316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275468974899890802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A whale's tooth which I don't know why, someone drew pictures on. Super not nice lo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7FO6uQfI/AAAAAAAACN4/VB965k02Fbw/s1600-h/P1000310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7FO6uQfI/AAAAAAAACN4/VB965k02Fbw/s320/P1000310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275468974600897010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Telescope?? Super old looking. But damn fun to look inside..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5y-dE9II/AAAAAAAACNA/JL6E9I7Odxg/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5y-dE9II/AAAAAAAACNA/JL6E9I7Odxg/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275467561432315010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sailor's cap. I wanted to wear the captain one but then ... Sailors ones are cuter&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5ygU5ELI/AAAAAAAACM4/18QJ7_mZxAk/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5ygU5ELI/AAAAAAAACM4/18QJ7_mZxAk/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275467553344917682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were told that this boat is actually a REAL boat! 100 years old or something?? =S&lt;br /&gt;It's used to catch whales. Super duper nice when you see it lo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1p6-0_qI/AAAAAAAACMw/DdC2mbbFdCk/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1p6-0_qI/AAAAAAAACMw/DdC2mbbFdCk/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275463007834799778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HUGE FISHY! And.. I don't know what I was doing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1pkszT5I/AAAAAAAACMo/9dKcgDUWpmo/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1pkszT5I/AAAAAAAACMo/9dKcgDUWpmo/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275463001853611922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boat's strerring wheel thingy. HEH&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1pZSbbMI/AAAAAAAACMg/SiM0MHrcr9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1pZSbbMI/AAAAAAAACMg/SiM0MHrcr9Q/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275462998790204610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chains used to hold the convicts when they were being shipped to Australia&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1pJtLldI/AAAAAAAACMY/XNepwcLnzUE/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1pJtLldI/AAAAAAAACMY/XNepwcLnzUE/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275462994607445458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The model of the ship that transported the convicts&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1owU5syI/AAAAAAAACMQ/ZFsXVtKTjFA/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY1owU5syI/AAAAAAAACMQ/ZFsXVtKTjFA/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275462987794723618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, I think this is the one in Cook's ship or something. FULL of potions. Sound like witch, no?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzw9UGMUI/AAAAAAAACMI/Aapo3FWVwq8/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzw9UGMUI/AAAAAAAACMI/Aapo3FWVwq8/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275460929696706882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The knife and everything, so they could do operations in the ship. I'm not joking&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzwhJCV9I/AAAAAAAACMA/pVukW9XlRk4/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzwhJCV9I/AAAAAAAACMA/pVukW9XlRk4/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275460922134124498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what ship this is. I think its the ship designed in Japan for the war. There's a platform for aircrafts to take off. I think it was used by America. I don't know. There were so many different ships.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzwWIUbMI/AAAAAAAACL4/X_zZNuHkDA8/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzwWIUbMI/AAAAAAAACL4/X_zZNuHkDA8/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275460919178325186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was trying to imitate the facial expressions of the err no-name things&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzwHHVIYI/AAAAAAAACLw/BLksWT2F564/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzwHHVIYI/AAAAAAAACLw/BLksWT2F564/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275460915147645314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was on the floor. Nice isn't it. We had to change the camera mode several times to take this picture because all showed only the floor without the fish.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzv4c3XeI/AAAAAAAACLo/5e3yZn-QHYw/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYzv4c3XeI/AAAAAAAACLo/5e3yZn-QHYw/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275460911211437538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aborigines spears. There were beautiful designs on them which I don't know how they actually find colours to make those beautiful spears.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnmJXWhvI/AAAAAAAACLg/D7psO9LoUE4/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnmJXWhvI/AAAAAAAACLg/D7psO9LoUE4/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275447549813491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A large book for something.. I don't even know why we took this picture&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnl4vVeHI/AAAAAAAACLY/iFinyEBW4ks/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnl4vVeHI/AAAAAAAACLY/iFinyEBW4ks/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275447545350682738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnlgTzPiI/AAAAAAAACLQ/F71LSEYf3sM/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnlgTzPiI/AAAAAAAACLQ/F71LSEYf3sM/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275447538792742434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Used in lighthouse.. In Tasmania.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnlG1pm6I/AAAAAAAACLI/FrUiGIrL0xI/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnlG1pm6I/AAAAAAAACLI/FrUiGIrL0xI/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275447531955395490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge globe. She was trying to find where Brunei is...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnkwMi5HI/AAAAAAAACLA/eUGiA3u6d7s/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYnkwMi5HI/AAAAAAAACLA/eUGiA3u6d7s/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275447525877408882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmo96RbVI/AAAAAAAACK4/Wn2RgEjqt3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmo96RbVI/AAAAAAAACK4/Wn2RgEjqt3Y/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275446498766712146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The anchor. DAMN HUGE and heavy lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7Ew38iiI/AAAAAAAACNw/DlSxoEb0-Fc/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7Ew38iiI/AAAAAAAACNw/DlSxoEb0-Fc/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275468966536186402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sneding me off to the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7E1Jl30I/AAAAAAAACNo/jY5vhWdkbwg/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY7E1Jl30I/AAAAAAAACNo/jY5vhWdkbwg/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275468967683940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I taught her that and she cannot stop using it to disturb me.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5zutqEqI/AAAAAAAACNY/-io2PLCLzag/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5zutqEqI/AAAAAAAACNY/-io2PLCLzag/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275467574386758306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating cherries. I love cherris!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5zryLF8I/AAAAAAAACNQ/qEUatgr3SS0/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5zryLF8I/AAAAAAAACNQ/qEUatgr3SS0/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275467573600393154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought 2kgs, And ate and ate while waiting for the ferry. Then continued eating on the ferry. Eventually we finished 1kg of cherries. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5zEEmCsI/AAAAAAAACNI/Ku7RUefIPLU/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY5zEEmCsI/AAAAAAAACNI/Ku7RUefIPLU/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275467562940238530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Salmon fish with chips and Cheese lobster. super nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are Rie's advance birthday party celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmovQgblI/AAAAAAAACKw/DA8eR0znxpc/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmovQgblI/AAAAAAAACKw/DA8eR0znxpc/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275446494833438290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her bear with Claire's sunnies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmoJTHzwI/AAAAAAAACKo/t2zimsLk1Fg/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmoJTHzwI/AAAAAAAACKo/t2zimsLk1Fg/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275446484643860226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what Jane was doing but glad I have this picture of her. HEH HEH HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmoC2Ov2I/AAAAAAAACKg/h8BwAesRFn8/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmoC2Ov2I/AAAAAAAACKg/h8BwAesRFn8/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275446482912067426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20 candles on the cake. HAHAH I love this facial expression of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmnuVZFKI/AAAAAAAACKY/8N5mFnZjceI/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STYmnuVZFKI/AAAAAAAACKY/8N5mFnZjceI/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275446477405623458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had to blow twice before putting out all the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TATO!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there....&lt;br /&gt;All about the stupid things Rie and I did...&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more, seeing that I still can use internet in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1749016281677543767?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1749016281677543767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1749016281677543767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1749016281677543767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1749016281677543767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-in-brunei-with-lots-of-mosquito.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/STY8u7Nd_SI/AAAAAAAACOY/S1CjysNE8Tk/s72-c/P1000378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-3293549459867983609</id><published>2008-11-27T12:40:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:15:10.338+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing first! Most important thing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YIN YIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about you actually! But yes, you are my favourite cousin of all time. Maybe because you and I are almost the same age. I can't wait to see you though!! Then we'll take lots and lots of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SS4EInWDN6I/AAAAAAAACKQ/hyZu734HZ5g/s1600-h/Craze+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SS4EInWDN6I/AAAAAAAACKQ/hyZu734HZ5g/s320/Craze+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273156759744362402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During your wedding, I will make slideshow! Must put this picture of you in shorts with my scarf and snow cap (or whatever you call it).&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday to your dad as well! HAHAH! 2 decades ago, when your were born, your daddy was so happy because you came to Earth on his birthday! No wonder you are spoilt, like me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had Biology paper yesterday and it sucks. Quite bad. I left about 50 minutes earlier. Its relatively easy, but, I just didn't know how to do because I didn't study. I'm depending on my accounting paper to pull my marks up, hopefully!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been checking the cost of cherries here. From $40 it dropped to $24. I was so thrilled. I didn't check yesterday because I had Biology exam till 5pm! I checked this afternoon and it was $18!! I was so happy. Told mum I want to buy!! She said NO! Wait till 2 days before I go back! PFFT~ I want to eat also. And I'm scared that the price will shoot up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home, but I'm supposed to be studying and sort of start packing. You have to understand that I will take days to pack because mummy is not around! I highly depend on mum to pack man! I don't know how to SAVE SPACE in luggage bags!! I'm bringing 3 luggage home because Rie is going to be sending me off. Like I'm not coming back like that. HEH! Which means, I have to wait for quite a long time when I reach Brunei. The belt thingy very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do list:&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;Coming soon....&lt;br /&gt;I already know what I want to eat and do when I go back!&lt;br /&gt;Just, posting will take a long time.&lt;br /&gt;So yes...&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3293549459867983609?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3293549459867983609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3293549459867983609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3293549459867983609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3293549459867983609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-thing-first-most-important-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SS4EInWDN6I/AAAAAAAACKQ/hyZu734HZ5g/s72-c/Craze+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-4900968036181308013</id><published>2008-11-24T05:52:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:29:45.051+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good luck to those who are having exams now, especially my USFP friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do hope my Maths paper is as easy as the revision sheets my teacher gave me because I think the revision sheet is quite easy. My past maths exam is way harder! PFFT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog right after exam. There's a big event on the last day of exam. I wonder what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly blogged!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-4900968036181308013?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/4900968036181308013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=4900968036181308013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4900968036181308013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4900968036181308013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-luck-to-those-who-are-having-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-4673541325364144263</id><published>2008-11-21T11:14:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:30:24.544+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The P word</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be studying for my big finals which starts on Monday and here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to blog if its not because I read some blogs about people fighting/arguing/quarreling whichever word you want to use, about politics. Which is the BIGGEST reason why I dislike talking about politics and reading the newspapers (although the main reason for my hatred of newspapers is because it makes my fingers go black and dirty). But the point is, I don't like to talk about politics nor religion. I DON'T LIKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got interviewed once for a survey ALL ABOUT RELIGION.&lt;br /&gt;People asked me why I take Accounting Beginner and Accounting Advance (its actually called Accounting A and Accounting B but only students from foundation would know) at the same time. Why don't I study Social Science. WHY?? WHY?! Because I don't want to go through a whole lesson or probably few lessons on religions/multiculturalism and whatever. So annoying! Then I have to go around to people to do surveys, write long essays on research about religions or whatever. Which is not nice at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse, the first time I had a big argument with Rie was when we talked about politicians and the voting in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had another argument with my uncle after he asked me the prime minister of UK. And I said I don't know. And told him that I don't care about all these things because it doesn't exactly concern me since I'm in Australia not UK. So knowing the name of the President of Australia is a big deal for me already. Except he doesn't think like that. He thinks that I need to know all the current affair around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What difference would it make if I know the name of the PM of UK or not? Any difference? NO.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I watched something about the politics on tv, it was when people used bats to hit each other, they spit on each other and stuff because they were supporting different parties.&lt;br /&gt;Why want to make life so difficult? EXAMS already give me headache. I feel nauseus from studying to much. My appetite changed. I don't feel like eating anything although something yummy is in front of me. Unbelievable isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing I miss the most, I cannot see again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to land in Brunei in about 9 days. I think? If my calculation is right? Or is it 11 days? APALAH? I cannot even count properly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, next time, don't talk about P stuff with me. Not that I don't want to care (I care for some), but I just don't want to quarrel with you because we may have different views.&lt;br /&gt;And why Caroline and I can be friends for soooo long? Because we avoid the P topic. Instead, we talk about movies and hehe boys. Shhh.. XX chromosomes beings do that ok!! I bet when female cows Mooo to other female cows, they are doing exactly what all girls do with their girl-friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to Caroline soon. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-4673541325364144263?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/4673541325364144263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=4673541325364144263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4673541325364144263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/4673541325364144263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/11/p-word.html' title='The P word'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-8247611523205214834</id><published>2008-11-20T22:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:54:27.267+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only have one thing to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS COLLEGE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I won't be going there until Monday and that is only to sit for exam!!! No more walking up and down with Rie to do some random things!! NO MORE!!! I don't even miss Brunei or my ex-school as much!!!! Why do I miss college? TELL ME?!?!?! Everytime I go home, I will be like pfft~ I want to go back to college. The next day, when I go to college, wah, suang! Happy of course, then NOW, I cannot go to school the next day. I only go for exams. Everyone would be preparing. SIAN YOU KNOW!?!?! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my graduation ceremony because I don't have a formal dress to wear. HEH. And I cannot see my teachers. I confirm cry la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried during my last Maths and Accounting class. So stupid of me! BUT I WAS DAMN SAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a number of pictures. Not all though. I took some then delete because there were blur. Took so much my phone's battery went dead. And then I missed a University call! And mum tried to call. PFFT~ Everyone seem to want to call me only when my battery is flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRcHCQ4xI/AAAAAAAACJ4/WKDIjZ-nM7A/s1600-h/P191108_12.42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRcHCQ4xI/AAAAAAAACJ4/WKDIjZ-nM7A/s320/P191108_12.42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708482273764114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim Tim and I! I kept telling him that his hair sucks! He's 1991, can you believe it! AUGUST 1991!! BABY OF THE SCHOOL, I think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRb99aoyI/AAAAAAAACJw/FpBBFSwcTtE/s1600-h/P191108_12.05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRb99aoyI/AAAAAAAACJw/FpBBFSwcTtE/s320/P191108_12.05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708479837512482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My accounting teacher. Super sad to leave her!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRb8EpBEI/AAAAAAAACJo/4L90ibgcru0/s1600-h/P191108_12.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRb8EpBEI/AAAAAAAACJo/4L90ibgcru0/s320/P191108_12.04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708479330944066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What my accounting teacher wrote on the whiteboard before we took group picture. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRb0vCFuI/AAAAAAAACJg/8tAqWBVTYCU/s1600-h/P191108_10.32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRb0vCFuI/AAAAAAAACJg/8tAqWBVTYCU/s320/P191108_10.32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708477361264354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Biology teacher whom I forced to pose so that I can take a picture =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRbmqosKI/AAAAAAAACJY/eWjPtGTIf_k/s1600-h/P191108_10.30%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRbmqosKI/AAAAAAAACJY/eWjPtGTIf_k/s320/P191108_10.30%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708473584726178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey Rie and Noodles Claire. Rie doesn't know how to use Claire's camera. Does that proves she's a monkey? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCudMGFI/AAAAAAAACJQ/IZk-cPyIk80/s1600-h/P191108_10.13%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCudMGFI/AAAAAAAACJQ/IZk-cPyIk80/s320/P191108_10.13%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708046179080274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron Highlands with Mark Cangkul Cangkul, whose studying when everyone's busy taking pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCZpxd-I/AAAAAAAACJI/9meSnbUc6-M/s1600-h/P19-11-08_12.15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCZpxd-I/AAAAAAAACJI/9meSnbUc6-M/s320/P19-11-08_12.15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708040594716642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rie and I!! PFFT~ She moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCbfZweI/AAAAAAAACJA/RtU14Zrbs9g/s1600-h/P19-11-08_11.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCbfZweI/AAAAAAAACJA/RtU14Zrbs9g/s320/P19-11-08_11.04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708041088090594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny and I. The Chinese girl in my accounting class who I crap with! -.-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCXyAjcI/AAAAAAAACI4/5MpZ-nC_2GY/s1600-h/P19-11-08_11.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCXyAjcI/AAAAAAAACI4/5MpZ-nC_2GY/s320/P19-11-08_11.02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708040092388802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cassie, my first friend in Accounting class. HEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCF9L3pI/AAAAAAAACIw/CW-87KaBvd0/s1600-h/P19-11-08_11.00%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRCF9L3pI/AAAAAAAACIw/CW-87KaBvd0/s320/P19-11-08_11.00%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708035307429522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica and I. I missed her presentation because I had a Chemistry exam! PFFT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long would I ever see this in school again....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRuRegWqI/AAAAAAAACKI/e_Vyd9pV3TA/s1600-h/P220908_15.21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRuRegWqI/AAAAAAAACKI/e_Vyd9pV3TA/s320/P220908_15.21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708794314218146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRuQ38cJI/AAAAAAAACKA/EJ9HLweLOSw/s1600-h/P300908_13.00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRuQ38cJI/AAAAAAAACKA/EJ9HLweLOSw/s320/P300908_13.00.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708794152480914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super depressing la!! I don't want to leave school. I'm not ready for Uni!!!! I still want my teachers to spoon-feed me!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have so much to study. I finished studying Organic Chemistry and read the equilibrium and energy and acid-base stuff for chemistry. So Chemistry, I think I'm sort of done. What's left is Biology, and accounting definitions and then Maths, which I'm planning to leave till Sunday BECAUSE the paper's on on Monday. So the aim now is to finish studying Biology by Saturday and focus on Maths after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exams from 24th-28th staight. NO BREAK BETWEEN EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in the library from 10am till 6pm just now. Studying Chemistry. There was this guy who talked on the phone loudy for 20 minutes before a librarian came and stopped him. And when he came back he was eating Mc.Donalds which I could smell because I have very sensitive nose. And after that someone with strong perfume came in and the chemical reaction of the ester of the perfume add with the ester of the McD's burgers/chips/whatever. IMAGINE THE POLYESTER FORMED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I will be back in er, 10 days? HEH! Cannot wait la!!!! TEN DAYS LEH!!!!! It was 1 month, few weeks ago! NOW 10 DAYS!!! For those of you who don't already know, I'll reach 3rd. And I think I won't have internet service, which means, I cannot contact 80% of you guys. I just don't want to change my internet service to roaming because I want to spend time internet-free so I can do many things that I cannot do here, like EAT, shower Money, EAT, watch TV with mummy and EAT and well, go out with my dear friends. TO WHERE? WHERE ELSE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, see you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT going to study now because I've study for the whole day!! I still feel nauseus from the polyester!! So I skipped dinner. And still the same!! Maybe because of all the studying as well. So I borrowed a meditation/yoga book. And what's the shocking news that I discover?! THAT I'M OLD!! I cannot bend/twist my body comfortably!! I'm aging and I only realise now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to do yoga everyday now!! BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-8247611523205214834?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8247611523205214834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8247611523205214834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8247611523205214834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8247611523205214834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-only-have-one-thing-to-say-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EUuxNUKc2zk/SSVRcHCQ4xI/AAAAAAAACJ4/WKDIjZ-nM7A/s72-c/P191108_12.42.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-465037881662566908.post-8794765405031384189</id><published>2008-11-16T21:25:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:31:08.243+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find myself unable to study today after a whole day studying yesterday. So useless.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library. Went to toilet twice and just download songs to waste internet gigabytes. And then I didn't study. And then I end up 2 hours later, going shopping!! UNBELIVABLE RIGHT?! Exam is like in one week!!! 6 days to be exact!! And here I am trying my best to waste gigs. STUPID!! I downloaded 50 over songs and I don't even have the time to listen to all because they download super fast. And after 50 songs, I just wasted 0.5GB!!! I have like 3.5 more!!! Tomorrow expire leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to watch youtube!! I love myself =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more soon. HEH! If I can concentrate and not get distracted, then I won't blog. But who won't get distracted, especially with computer and internet... And my uncle got Wii! And there's the piano and tv and 1 whole season of Numb3rs flashing in front of me, wanting me to watch!! AI~ so tempting!! WATCH YOUTUBE FIRST!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-8794765405031384189?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/8794765405031384189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=8794765405031384189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8794765405031384189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/8794765405031384189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-find-myself-unable-to-study-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-202945664059779482</id><published>2008-11-14T21:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:49:08.013+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically, I am still on NERD MODE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, my internet is going to expire in 1 day and I still have 5GB to spend. So I'm downloading new programs and such. Downloading games to bring back so mummy can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got back my Chemistry practical results. The practical part was ok. But there a practical quiz right after the practical and I only got 16/30. Which was crap. I've never ever done so badly in my life and I have to tell mummy soon. And she will be so disappointed in her daughter. I wonder what she will say. Except I think she will say, "Do better in your finals. Work harder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already working very hard. I'm going to the library tomorrow and Sunday to be a nerdo. I need to pull the grades up so I can get a higher grade! Maths and Biology is so difficult compared to O'levels. Like they jumped a big gap of the difficulty level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is crap because I have an argument essay to do. Then I have a whole lot of Maths revision, accounting revision x 2 because I have to accounting modules and then Biology and Chemistry, COMPLETELY not ready!! So what can I do? What do I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I changed my ticket back to Brunei. I'm going to be back on the 2nd. NOT MISSING GRANDMA's birthday. Mum already told me the plan. Going to dim sum in the morning. First night that I'm back, she would cook my ultimate favourite vegetable soup. And I want to eat everything that I cannot eat here because all the food here is expensive yet sucky! Only fast-food here is nicer compared to those in Brunei! pfft~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be eating tang yuan!! I missed dumpling and moon-cake festival!! STUPID!!! DUMPLING YOU KNOW?! And the ice-moon-cake or whatever it is called. And looking at the full moon with Money baby!! Speaking of Money, I miss him!!! Only can hear his bark when talking to mum on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a number of friends whose birthdays were on around this week. When everyone is pressured with exams and such. Had cake in English class once and then today had pizza and cake in a restaurant which I sort of quarreled with one person because of the size of the cake and the number of people present. And guess what, I was right, the cake was so big, they made me bring 3 big slices of cake home. And when I brought it home, the chocolate already melted. And everyone was sort of unhappy with me because I was being ETHICAL and going to school instead of skipping a class for my friend's birthday. I mean, its not like I missed the whole birthday. I stayed and eat the pizza but I left before the cake came because I had a class. 3 more lessons before finals and they want me to skip the class or go to class late because I need to be there for a cake. TIDAK BOLEH!! Me good student. And I already failed (considered fail) my Chemistry practical quiz and mum would already be disappointed (if she knew, will tell her soon) and then I tell her I miss class because I was waiting to eat a cake, I think she will cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I left, alone. The other 7 stayed. And yet 7 cannot finish the cake. WHY?! because no one wanted to listen to me and so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I heard that my teacher quarreled with another teacher because the other teacher saw my class' presentation result and thought that my teacher was a lenient marker. WHICH ISN'T true, seeing that some of my classmates got 9/15! And he dare argue with my teacher when he gave one of his students 15/15! STUPID NO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got so angry when I found out that he actually changed his students' marks for a report after they complained.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the whole story....&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we had to write a financial report for accounting. We had to comment on whether it is favourable or whatever. And 1 hour to write like 10 paragraphs of how the business given on our test-paper was performing. So its like essay yes. And well, my class got relatively high mark because my teacher taught us how to write and we practise for 1 million times in class. But the other teacher's students told me that the teacher told them not to write this and that when we HAVE to. So we all sat for the same exam and... my two friends got quite high. One got like 31/35 and was the highest in class. The rest, got quite low. And they blame the teacher, saying he marks unfairly and bla bla bla. If he marks unfairly right, then how come my friend can get 31/35?! So all of them surrounded the teacher and they all got an increase of probably 7 marks. UNFAIR OR NOT?! A girl, who's English is obviously not as good as mine (mine isn't that good, but hers is worse) got 35/35 eventually. And she wasn't even the highest in the class. My friend eventually got 33/35 and what did I got? 34/35! And why can't I complain and get another 1 mark then?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is I saw one guy's report, and its obviously not good. But he eventually got 30!!! My classmate got 31, and his was way better than the guy who got 30!! So can you see why I'm so angry?! So annoyed. So unfair!! So I have to work hard and to beat the girl who is so capable of complaining till she got full marks, and then I can shove my ass up her nose! HMPH! (I know disgusting but then... that's not the point!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done. Must study hard!! I can't believe I typed so much. Waiting for the downloads to be done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time. Tuning the nerd mode on again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-202945664059779482?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/202945664059779482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=202945664059779482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/202945664059779482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/202945664059779482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/11/basically-i-am-still-on-nerd-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-1391414100945080794</id><published>2008-11-10T20:10:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:13:51.625+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Thick glasses are on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:160;"&gt;NERD MODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back right after exam!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-1391414100945080794?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/1391414100945080794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=1391414100945080794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1391414100945080794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/1391414100945080794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/11/thick-glasses-are-on.html' title='Thick glasses are on'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3073704517267565799</id><published>2008-11-09T22:56:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:58:19.139+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIP ELVA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for your parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone misses your beautiful smile. I hope you are happy with God. We'll always have you in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3073704517267565799?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3073704517267565799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3073704517267565799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3073704517267565799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3073704517267565799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/11/rip-elva-i-will-pray-for-your-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-7825034138039675506</id><published>2008-10-27T21:07:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:13:54.870+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I went to school this morning all happy and everything, I was like YAY!! Finally back to school!! But then I was watching the clock for the lessons to end so that I can have break. Which means, I'm not a nerd at all. I just want to go to school for some other reason! Which is a stupid reason that ONLY Shim knows. Don't try to guess please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what I heard after 4 hours of non-stop studying? Someone in my school who lives RIGHT beside school, jumped down her apartment. Her boyfriend has the name of my friend's name and I'm so afraid that he's my friend that I feel like killing myself every second that I don't know whether its him until I see him. Which means tomorrow I will go hunt around school for him till I see him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my whole world was like spinning and I didn't know what to do and kept asking me what would I do if its really my friend because from all the newspapers and internet news I got, he's in critical condition as he also fall off the building. And, I'm pretty sure its not suicide! I feel like shit and I don't know what to do!! I can't do my Biology properly without thinking about what happened and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then two days ago, I was thinking about my brother when Calvin Koko died in a car accident. My brother didn't come out of him room for days. Would I be like him?! I'm so worried I don't know how to pronounced the word worried!! I can't do Biology at all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HUNT FOR MY FRIEND TOMORROW!!!!!! FIRST THING IN THE MORNING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-7825034138039675506?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/7825034138039675506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=7825034138039675506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7825034138039675506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/7825034138039675506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-went-to-school-this-morning-all.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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-465037881662566908.post-3633686164603596398</id><published>2008-10-25T16:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:11:12.660+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Lame layout but I don't remember how to use Paintshop anymore. I don't even know what does what and whatever I had, like brushes and stuff. This sucks big time!! But whatever it is, its not as sucky as mixed up relationships and problems among my friends in Brunei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see spams on Ame's tagboard and I got annoyed but I promised I won't be a part of it so I had to pretend to ignore all the shits. NOT EASY OK! So what if she was wrong? She did wrong? God sent Jesus to die on the cross for us, some of us committed worse crimes than her, yet God forgave them. Especially when they are soooo far apart, yet this rubbish happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought back. High school really sucked. Friends, few. Real friends even fewer. BUT betrayers and crap friends plenty! And the more I thought about it the more I wonder why I had such friends in the past. Why did I befriend with these stupid people who betrayed me and my friends, who gave up on me and Caroline after she found more popular friends and decided to have a new makeover to attract more boys? Why was I so stupid that I didn't realise who were my friends and who wasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a few true friends that I trust and that's all I want. I want to believe in my friends and that I can talk to them from the bottom of my heart. Yet its quite difficult to find friends who are trustworthy and understanding. I'm not saying I'm perfect either. I'm bad. I'm very bad but if I consider you as my friend, then you can trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I changed actually. Although not my attitude but then I actually look forward to going to school although I have to go to school at 8 and only finish at 4. I look forward to disturbing Rie and Iris and eating and gossiping. Laughing at Iris' "cloudy heads" and bullying Rie and Claire and hunting for bananas. REALLY FUN! And I can't believe I'm actually going to finish college in 2 months or so! Sucks! It was like I just entered school two days ago!! I can remember Orientation clearly! I miss school already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungry but I can't eat until another hour. Church tomorrow. Praying for Ame and mum. Then MAYBE I will go fish market with Rie but I was hoping to eat duck tomorrow. I miss Lucky's duck!! When I go back I want to eat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/465037881662566908-3633686164603596398?l=pastisover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/feeds/3633686164603596398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=465037881662566908&amp;postID=3633686164603596398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3633686164603596398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/465037881662566908/posts/default/3633686164603596398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastisover.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637945896178085855</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>
