<?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-7332584</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:47:01.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>create not impersonate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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up a little. tee hee). sneaky unwelcomed bitches (you know who you are), screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta la vista folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-111255449085376291?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/111255449085376291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=111255449085376291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111255449085376291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111255449085376291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-entry.html' title='last entry'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-111246375512723045</id><published>2005-04-03T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:46:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a nice friday</title><content type='html'>i like *you* more than chocolate. i had a very nice friday night :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to kick some philo ass. dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-111246375512723045?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-111229598807358704</id><published>2005-04-01T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T03:10:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;to see my sins upon that cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sang these words a million times but the meaning of the words didn't hit me till Easter sunday. i would never know how much it cost. the King of Kings, the Creator of all, the Almighty God, my holy Father. sent his son to die for me. He didn't have to. but He did anyway. isn't God amazing? now that's what i call love. god's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post that earlier in the week but i couldn't think of how to put my thoughts across. to tell the truth, i still don't know how to put it across. but i figured, what the heck. screw coherentness. as long God knows what i'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping with sam today and bought a jacket and two pair of earrings. so much for not shopping till hongkong. terrible terrible. i bought a cd too. corrinne may's fly away, which i've been lusting over for a long time so that's money well spent. tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us rushed home to catch the first episode of onetreehill! chadmichaelmurray is hot! jameslafferty is hot! woohoo! *faints* hooray for the new, sane timeslot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-111229598807358704?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/111229598807358704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=111229598807358704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111229598807358704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111229598807358704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/04/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-111212015267531029</id><published>2005-03-30T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T02:55:30.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday dinner with sam and pam</title><content type='html'>i am addicted. addicted to takingphotos. i am possibly webshots' best nonpaying customer. i've uploaded all my birthday photos. click for the latest pics! yes it's my fourth album. i know. i can't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a belated birthday dinner with sam and pam at crustacean this evening. it was great! the toilet has a toiletbowl seat decorated with seashells (i know it sounds painful. you'll have to see it to know what i'm talking about.) thanks sam! thanks pam! i lurve the bigfunkybag! and the chocolate cake was heavenly. i love you guys to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the last deviance lecture. darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-111212015267531029?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/111212015267531029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=111212015267531029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111212015267531029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111212015267531029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/03/birthday-dinner-with-sam-and-pam.html' title='birthday dinner with sam and pam'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-111193770252711510</id><published>2005-03-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T02:51:51.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday post</title><content type='html'>i had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bestest,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; coolest,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;awesome-est,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; wonderfullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday ever! if only every day could be my birthday. heh. read on for my personalized thank-yous for everyone (it's gonna be long so bear with me folks. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my family. &lt;/em&gt;thank you for putting up with me for the past 20years (except for you small, you've only been around for 16years). thank you for caring, loving, and being the best family anyone could ever have. i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ams&lt;/em&gt;. the bestest best friend a gurl could ever have. my birthday would not have felt right if you weren't around. thank you for spending my pre-birthday and birthday with me even though you were not feeling well (ok and sorry for infecting you). sorry you had to lug the flowers around till i came. thank you for the present, flowers and cake. thank you for driving us around. thank you for hanging with me at mccafe while i made up my mind (about you-know-what). i love you nini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ade. &lt;/em&gt;thanks for spending pre-birthday and dropping by at mccafe. thanks for buying the cake. thanks for the present, flowers and cake. and thanks for sacrificing your movie with lex. haha. i love you sexy maxi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;char. &lt;/em&gt;it was short but sweet. thanks for coming fren. love the tee-shirt (kwok loves it too). thanks for the present and flowers. sorry i made you and kwok wait so long for me. i love you beefy beefsticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cel. &lt;/em&gt;thanks for organizing everything. i really apreciate the effort. i was surprised! it was the nicest birthday dinner i ever had. thank you for dinner and the present. exactly what i wanted! tee hee. i thank God for every monday 2pm-4pm. i love you romeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joy. &lt;/em&gt;thank you for calling all the way from oz. your phone bill for the month is gonna be outrageous. it was good hearing your voice. i miss you hon. come back soon. i love you pan-sao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mandy, qifang, chloe, en, kevin, huaguang. &lt;/em&gt;thank you for coming to dinner. it was so good seeing you all on my birthday. i miss the good ol' ac days. i miss seeing you guys around in school. thank you for dinner and the present (i lurve it!) i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;charmaine, junnie, sue and cyn. &lt;/em&gt;my borders gurls. thank you for coming to dinner too. sorry i could only be there half the time. it was great having you guys come down to celebrate my birthday. i miss seeing everyone together (but i don't miss working at borders. ha). and &lt;em&gt;janice,&lt;/em&gt; thanks for the flower and for bailing me out of the embarrassing taxi situation. heh. i love you my borders gurls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brenda, nicholas. &lt;/em&gt;thanks for dropping by dinner. you should have stayed longer though. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pam. &lt;/em&gt;thanks for the sweetest post. because of you, last sem's EL is actually worth it. dinner on tuesday yeah? :) with sam too. i love you pamy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ivan&lt;/em&gt;. i am pretty as it is ok. thanks for the present and no thanks for not coming to dinner. hrmph. sorry i got you infected with my germs. heh. thanks for the present. i think. and no i haven't used it yet and i will not be using it anytime soon. i love you ivana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;charmain.&lt;/em&gt;thanks for my first birthday present of the year! woohoo! heh. i love you cell group leader (ok so it was in the past but i've always looked up to you)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ana. &lt;/em&gt;thanks for the present fellow converse-sneakers pal. i hope you like yours too. love ya gurlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else who sent their birthday wishes. &lt;em&gt;wilfrid, jojo, ian, eugene, flower, pam, justin, sam, prawn, ana, yc, derrick, jamie, lex, drea, lalang, sharon, mains, small jo, hanini, azar, loo, greg, ruoling, victor, u5&lt;/em&gt; (some belated. but better late than never. ha). thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, to the person i spent the last minute of my birthday with. thanks for the tea. i missed *you*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last, but definitely not least. i would like to thank God. for blessing me with the above mentioned folks. for watching over me for the last 20 years of my life. for being my hope, my strength and my refuge. i love you Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all folks. until next year.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-111193770252711510?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/111193770252711510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=111193770252711510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111193770252711510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111193770252711510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday-post.html' title='happy birthday post'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-111166233198625519</id><published>2005-03-24T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:43:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spongebob</title><content type='html'>it's not about the destination. it's all about the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img172.exs.cx/img172/174/muddymurphys0af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smelly farts, the no-singing rule, the spaghetti-cooking, the numerous fishfarm visits, the bikerides, the $1 savings plan, the berms&amp;amp;teeshirt, the ringo-walking back to my house, the goodnight kisses. the list goes on. 2 years is a long time to be with a person (at least by my standards. heh) and you know, at times, i do miss clement. so we didn't have a fairy tale ending but that's alright. what matters was the ride (no pun intended ok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on an earring-buying spree ever since i got myself the earring stand from the bazaar. i bought 2 pairs of earrings last night. i need to stop shopping and start saving! I WILL NOT SHOP TILL MY HONGKONG TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught the spongebob movie yesterday. i didn't like it as much as i thought i would. the tv version is better. patrick is a lot smarter in the movie than he is on the tv show. en, i've uploaded the photos. click for latest pics. so you don't have to wonder where the photos are. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's official. i've used up all the tissuepaper in the house and had to go down to the provision shop to get more. having the flu really stinks. my throat hurts. i can't taste my food :( i managed to infect ams and ivan too. *sheepishgrin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my first birthday present from charmain! *grin* thanks sweetie! and another from my cousins! *doublegrin* i love birthdays! i love presents too! tee hee. my birthday isn't here yet, but i just know it's gonna be smashing! woohoo! i love my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7332584.post-111143199294248945</id><published>2005-03-22T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T03:06:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>i love the saturday night tanglin mall bazaar. i was there over the weekend. bought a pretty bracelet for 1buck and an aromatherapy candlestand for 2bucks. not that i'm into aromatherapy. i thought it would make a good earring holder (it does). i, not very wisely, asked a stallholder if her clothes hanger was for sale *ahem* but it was an excusable mistake ok. her hanger was just standing there with nothing hanging on it. how was i supposed to know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not blind, i simply chose to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7332584.post-111117805625611578</id><published>2005-03-19T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T04:34:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>i am awake at this unearthly hour because i'm rushing my marketing project. #@*%^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i will be trudging around fullerton in the scorching afternoon sun, interviewing tourists for my tourism project. and following that, i have to head down to hollandvee for my marketing project meeting. busy busy. why can't i have a nice, relaxing week leading up to my birthday?! *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will do my friend jeffrey a favor and advertise for his party this coming friday, 25 of march at rouge. i can't remember the price of the tickets, but i'm guessing it won't be too expensive. interested parties, call me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-111117805625611578?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/111117805625611578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=111117805625611578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111117805625611578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/111117805625611578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/03/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-111039457012557427</id><published>2005-03-10T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T03:14:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged</title><content type='html'>so i haven't been blogging. schoolwork is crazy. here's what you missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught hitch on saturday night. eva mendes is hot! service on sunday was good. i really enjoy pastor o.c's sermons. simple yet powerful. monday was a long day. i was in school from 8am (breakfast with greg. who was late.) till 8pm (studios meeting). blah. had dinner with pam at alameen last night. we talked and talked and talked. about everything under the sun. and it was fun! so something good came out of EL1101E eh? pam, i'm up for hongkong! anyone else want to join us?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and guess who sat in front of me during deviance lecture yesterday?! *cheekygrin* but i didn't plan it ok. pam, greg and i came late. the only empty seats were in the second row. and teaching assistants always sit in the front row.. tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-111039457012557427?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/111039457012557427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=111039457012557427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(like the character from the movie chocolat). but since i would probably not have 3 kids (the idea is insane), i would probably give my daughter/s middle names. so my first daughter would be like vianne autumn. and my second daughter would be like blahblah summer. i'll have a lot of time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i'll call my son. to be consistent with my weather element tendencies, i guess i'll probably name him blahblah thunder or blahblah grass. then again, i have a lot of time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there will be chinese names. oh my. name-thinking is a tedious process. and you wonder why singaporeans don't have more kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110987918638917501?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110970029803055908</id><published>2005-03-02T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T02:04:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sleeping earlier</title><content type='html'>horfun&amp;tea photos are up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hollandvee with pam and sam after deviance lecture today. we discovered essential brew. very nice place! and if you like tea, even better. i don't fancy tea much but i can put up with it for an ambience of that sort. either way i ordered haz o choc. which had no tea in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for my birthday! heh. :) i cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110970029803055908?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110961276269043726</id><published>2005-03-01T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T01:46:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marry me on the 29 of february</title><content type='html'>i would like to get married on the 29th of february. that way, my husband and i would celebrate our anniversary once every 4 years and it would be extra special. more importantly, i won't have to rack my brains too often for an anniversary present for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110961276269043726?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110961276269043726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110936556419612354</id><published>2005-02-26T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T05:33:50.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gross big toe.</title><content type='html'>my toe is gross. it's swollen, pus-sy and it hurts a lot. i'm going to the doctor tomorrow. i know i should have gone a long time ago but as far as possible, i try to avoid going to the doctor. doctors scare me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ams and i had a nice chat during the car ride back to my home. a chat about our mg days. back during the pager days, every morning without fail, i would trudge sleepily to the payphone in mg and leave ian a voicemail. that's A LOT of 10centcoins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after pagers came handphones. once, there was a major handphone raid. practically every sec4 girl had her handphone confiscated for a month. the best part of it? i had exchanged handphones with ivan and i got his nokia 8250 (back then it was one of the latest models ok.) confiscated. heh. also, clement and i were &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; dating at that time. the raid caused a lot of inconvenience, to say the least. i ended up using my dad's phone the entire month. poor dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how time flies. those were the days man. those were the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110936556419612354?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110936556419612354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110936556419612354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;because we share the same hairdresser (supercuts sam). because our idea of romance is a trolley ride around the ac track (romeo and juliet style). because we always showered in the new building after tennis, tossed our soap and shampoo over the cubicle and flooded the entire toilet. because we jogged to holland from school in an attempt to lose weight, gave up midway and ended up having dessert at holland shopping centre. because we came up with names like sharkface, potatohead and beansprout for you-know-whos. because we endured the scorching sun to walk to buonavista mrt afterschool. because you were my toilet buddy. because i could always talk to you. because you were always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why we're friends! happy birthday sweetie. love ya a ton! and 2 tonnes! and 3 tonnes! and ah well. you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's photos are up. click for latest pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-7332584.post-110884658415971205</id><published>2005-02-20T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T05:03:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my big toe got trampled</title><content type='html'>this is the third time i am typing this and i'm getting very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in pain. my big toe got caught in the escalator today. for a moment there, i thought i was going to lose my toe. i could just see it in the headlines : &lt;strong&gt;19-year-old loses toe in escalator accident.&lt;/strong&gt; thank God i managed to yank my toe out. i lost a whole chunk of skin in the process but at least i have all my toes intact. i'm still in a lot of pain (losing that much skin is very painful y'know). ouch! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in town while the chingay procession is in full swing is a bad idea. brenda, huijun and i found out the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy works wonders on me. hurhur. i'm very broke now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110884658415971205?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110884658415971205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110884658415971205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110884658415971205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110884658415971205'/><link rel='alternate' 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year now. sure doesn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did life play out for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110874957956505825?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110874957956505825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110874957956505825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110874957956505825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110874957956505825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-waits-for-no-man.html' title='time waits for no man'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110858031065442937</id><published>2005-02-17T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T02:59:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy's farewell dinner</title><content type='html'>photos taken at joy's farewell dinner are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany joy chan pei yi. don't do anything i wouldn't do. no sex. no drugs. no booze. and if you see any cute australian men, tell them yvette said hi. or better yet, pack 'em up and send 'em back to singapore. hurhur. i miss you already. be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you* are always on my case about pronounciation (does tastes ring a bell?). *you* insult my polka-dotted mousepad. *you* demand massages. *you* reprimand me for not getting your burger order right when i offered to buy you food. *you* have never sent me home. typical, you are not. gentleman, far from it. but somehow, i like *you* just the way you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ever said feelings were logical?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110858031065442937?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110858031065442937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110858031065442937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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and rolled around for another 1/2h before i accepted the fact that the pain wasn't going to go away. rushed to a 24h clinic. gastric apparently, according to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly lift my head. i'm using whatever little energy i have left to type this. i am feeling very sorry for myself. food poisoning yesterday and gastric today. ironic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junnie, i'm really sorry i couldn't go to your house today. i was really looking forward to the mahjong. i didn't get to go to church either :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110828334076861997?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110828334076861997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>the photos for the singles' party are up. click for the latest pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam, lilin, pam, ivan, david, justin, eugene, larry, yc, other eugene, brenda, sue, mervyn, monica, char, ade, lex and jeffrey. thanks for coming. i hope you guys had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially to brenda, pam and sue. thanks for sticking it out with me. you guys rock! and sam, thanks for the sms! ade and char, it was short but sweet. our gorgeous gang rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with friends like these, who needs boyfriends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110824341151265548?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110824341151265548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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party</title><content type='html'>to quote brenda, &lt;em&gt;yvette, why do we always end up with fuckers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;singles party&lt;/span&gt; is tomorrow night! meet at 845 PM at queensway shopping centre and we can cab down together. woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110811146021209202?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110811146021209202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110811146021209202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110811146021209202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110811146021209202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/02/singles-party.html' title='singles party'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110806573254589273</id><published>2005-02-11T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T04:21:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marketing webcast</title><content type='html'>i just finished watching the webcast lecture for marketing. to be more precise, i just finished watching the webcast of the first marketing lecture. to be even more precise, this is the very first marketing lecture i'm watching. i'm dead. i have to finish watching all 5 marketing lectures by this weekend in order to complete the assignment which is due on monday. 1 down, 4 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw my pride out of the window. my face flew along with it too. please just let me melt into the floor and disappear. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110806573254589273?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110806573254589273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110806573254589273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110806573254589273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110806573254589273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/02/marketing-webcast.html' title='marketing webcast'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110797385788347712</id><published>2005-02-10T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T01:26:51.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toto</title><content type='html'>when i was small, my grandpa would play ball with me each time i visited him. as the years went passed, my cousins and my sister came along and we would re-enact fairytales like cinderella and snow white. as the oldest granddaughter (muahaha!), i got to call the shots (i was the director!). jie got the "chapalang" roles (like there was once she played all 3wickedstepsisters due to lack of manpower). my sister and wei always got forced into playing the lovers (they were the same height). jie and i would cajole them into kissing (they never did) and holding hands (they never did either) to get into the part. now, we settle for card games like cheat, heartattack and taitee. less action but the same amount of giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times like these, you realise the importance of family. times like these, you wished you never had to grow up. times like these, you wished people you loved never had to grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i had a great firstday of chinesenewyear! i ate a lot of bakkua and minispringrolls. i discovered relatives i never knew existed. i took a lot of silly photos (i've uploaded them onto webshots already. yeah i know. photoaholic). i collected angbaos. heh.&lt;div 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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-7332584.post-110788767090026108</id><published>2005-02-09T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:34:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy chinese new year</title><content type='html'>i just had to blog cos my new blogskin is so pretty. i like the flowers! no more tagboard though. had to downsize. hurhur. i'm using haloscan now, for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ade and i have come to the conclusion that there must be some sort of addictive substance in the al ameen drinks. i'm a nesloice whore! we had reunion supper at al ameen last night and we're going back there for chinese new year supper tomorrow. and you wonder why we have the privilege card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner was at a restaurant at beauty world. betcha didn't know there was a restaurant there! i didn't either, at least not till this evening. and guess who i saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my greatest downfall is pride. &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/7332584-110788767090026108?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110788767090026108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110788767090026108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110788767090026108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110788767090026108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='happy chinese new year'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110780502045729848</id><published>2005-02-08T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:54:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year blues</title><content type='html'>this year, i will be spending chinese new year in single-dom. you know what that means right?! less hong baos! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stuffed my face with dingtaifung xiaolongbao at dinner. yummy! had reunion supper at al ameen (where else?!) with ams and ade :) missed desperate housewives and las vegas though. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably won't get to blog again before jo leaves. so, this is for you sweetie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joda joda&lt;br /&gt;yellow banana&lt;br /&gt;in u.w.a you will study maths&lt;br /&gt;do buy yourself some pretty hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ain't brilliant at rhyming. heh. jo, eat and be happy! love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110780502045729848?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110780502045729848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110780502045729848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110780502045729848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110780502045729848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-year-blues.html' title='new year blues'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110755134625255396</id><published>2005-02-05T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:21:15.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first tuition job</title><content type='html'>my tuition kids are absolutely adorable! i like my job. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cell group will be trekking bukit timah hill tmr and my track shoes officially fell apart yesterday. barefooted i shall go forth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello weekend! i miss those sneaky saturday (well maybe not just saturday) nights. blah. i need therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110755134625255396?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110755134625255396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110755134625255396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110755134625255396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110755134625255396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-first-tuition-job.html' title='my first tuition job'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110736446425144651</id><published>2005-02-03T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:23:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too little sleep</title><content type='html'>the past 3 days have been crazy! maybe arranging a 3 day school week isn't such a great idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day is coming up! i'm having a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;singles' party&lt;/span&gt;! 12 feb. secret location (the place is beautiful, trust me). dear single friends, KEEP THE NIGHT FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i've been single on valentine's day man. strangely enough, it feels pretty ok. i surprise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is someone i'll like to spend valentine's day with though. heh. the boy who likes his macdonalds double cheeseburgers plain.&lt;br /&gt;yeah that would be *you*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110736446425144651?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110736446425144651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110736446425144651' title='0 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will of God lives forever&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-1 John 2:17 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose God. not the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110702067376869256?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110702067376869256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110702067376869256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110702067376869256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110702067376869256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/01/god-or-world.html' title='God or the world'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110694602089986199</id><published>2005-01-29T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T06:07:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>and when panadol stops working..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110694602089986199?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110694602089986199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110694602089986199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110694602089986199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110694602089986199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/01/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110676112980936147</id><published>2005-01-27T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:30:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid week crisis</title><content type='html'>i've uploaded all my photos. finally! heh. click for new pics! and enjoy folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep earlier! i need to stop panadol abuse! someone please club me over the head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110676112980936147?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110676112980936147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110676112980936147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110676112980936147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110676112980936147'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110625268180890164</id><published>2005-01-21T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T04:24:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much monopoly</title><content type='html'>i am a board game freak! i monopoly-ed my entire night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a familiar face today but something made me turned away. it was my decision, one hard to make. *you* must be my favourite mistake.&lt;br /&gt;i miss *you*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110625268180890164?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110625268180890164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110625268180890164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110625268180890164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110625268180890164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/01/too-much-monopoly.html' title='too much monopoly'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110572695900577199</id><published>2005-01-15T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T14:21:04.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrabble freaks</title><content type='html'>just got back from brenda's house. brenda, sue, dennis, kiat and i had gathered there to play scrabble! cheap and educational fun! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, for the first time in my life, i got my eyebrows threaded! boy did it hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you huijun for your plaster! thank you sam for your staples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed. slept at 6am last night (morning?) cos i was downloading nine inch nails mp3s. nine inch nails rock! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110572695900577199?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110572695900577199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110572695900577199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110572695900577199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110572695900577199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/01/scrabble-freaks.html' title='scrabble freaks'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110555954962500274</id><published>2005-01-13T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T04:03:18.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blisters</title><content type='html'>today, in the midst of shopping with sam and huijun, my shoe strap broke! being the fussy shoe bitch i am, i refused to make do with any ol' slipper replacement and insisted on holding my shoe together with a plaster and staples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing ade bought slippers for me to change into. not too good thing we aren't the same shoe size. oh well. beggars can't be choosers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110555954962500274?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110555954962500274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110555954962500274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110555954962500274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110555954962500274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/01/blisters.html' title='blisters'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110521716754063061</id><published>2005-01-09T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T05:18:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kevin's birthday party</title><content type='html'>it was kev's birthday celebration today! we ate. then played pool. then played mahjong (woohoo!). then drove down to al ameen to eat again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ams just msged. she's at al ameen and apparently the al ameen dude told her that teh cino (that's ade) and neslo ice (that's me) were there a while ago. sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110521716754063061?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110521716754063061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110521716754063061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110521716754063061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110521716754063061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/01/kevins-birthday-party.html' title='kevin&apos;s birthday party'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110503261024132881</id><published>2005-01-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T01:30:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>milo obsession</title><content type='html'>my obsession of the month is milo. i had 3 cups of milo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've uploaded ALL my photos. took me forever man. enjoy folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110503261024132881?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110486323670520130</id><published>2005-01-05T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:27:16.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports and good furnishing</title><content type='html'>wackyS says i should blog about myself, so i will. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was sports day with drea and small jo. we played badminton and swam. sad to say, i ain't no ronald susilo. i will probably be better off sticking to tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nestle chocolate chip cookies make me happy :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110486323670520130?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110477293076221755</id><published>2005-01-04T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T01:22:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear taggers</title><content type='html'>dear taggers:&lt;br /&gt;brenda: i've got anger management issues la. so have you made up your mind yet?&lt;br /&gt;ivan: i am. so how?&lt;br /&gt;mains: happy new year! damn those banglas!&lt;br /&gt;smallsister: eh help me leh.&lt;br /&gt;porridge: yeah the police were of absolutely no help. except maybe to regulate traffic in orchard.&lt;br /&gt;pam: phuture this wed! i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;wackyS: i didn't die! what sentosa? i thought we were going jb?&lt;br /&gt;ppc: have blog never tell me?! what's your blog add sweetie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110477293076221755?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110477293076221755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110477293076221755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110477293076221755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110477293076221755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-taggers.html' title='dear taggers'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110452633080126029</id><published>2005-01-01T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T04:55:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;happynewyearfolks!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic, ams, ade, mains and i trooped down to orchard, determined to be a part of the festivities. bad move. we found ourselves rubbing shoulders with chee-ko-peh bangladesh workers who attacked us relentlessly with their spray cans, thus blinding us and hence providing them with the opportunity to grab us. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the rest of the night at a secluded spot in lido, playing bridge and hiding from overzealous new year celebratees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's the end of 2004. it was an interesting year. heh. if you know what i mean..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110452633080126029?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110452633080126029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110452633080126029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110452633080126029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110452633080126029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110434380289085837</id><published>2004-12-30T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:15:38.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton</title><content type='html'>the wind blowing against my skin. the weaving left and weaving right as we travel along the quiet roads of nus back to temasek hall. the quacking honk destroying the peace of the night. the annoyed residents of temasek hall. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more time, please?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110434380289085837?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110408063821428824</id><published>2004-12-27T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T01:22:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day after boxing day</title><content type='html'>christmas came and went.&lt;br /&gt;i want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the eve of christmas eve with my borders girls. great food (tiramisu. yum!) and lotsa giggles. &lt;br /&gt;had christmas eve dinner with my ac pals. we ushered in christmas with drinks and bridge. my kind of life. &lt;br /&gt;christmas was spent at nic's house with the gorgeous gang, sans char. it has become a yearly tradition. it's constants like this that keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all who had a part to play in making my christmas a very merry one, thank you. *smilesmile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7332584.post-110382959147662191</id><published>2004-12-24T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:31:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eat mushrooms out of the can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get anal about toothpaste-squeezing techniques,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reluctantly allowed me to paint your toenails pink,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoy blowing your nose into my sleeve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have a stash of my earrings in your room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you matter more than you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss you. too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;merry x'mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110382959147662191?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110348153860727455</id><published>2004-12-20T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T02:42:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post sunday</title><content type='html'>i miss my gluts. cel, joy, en, qf, aisha, mandy and grace, this means you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and cel, we have esp! :) i'm glad you called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110348153860727455?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110348153860727455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110348153860727455' title='0 Comments'/><link 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birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i will ever wish for anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110322485425784765?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110322485425784765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110322485425784765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110322485425784765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110322485425784765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/12/post-thinking.html' title='post thinking'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110287838341826499</id><published>2004-12-13T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T03:10:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not feeling great</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;how do you know you will get hurt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the ones you love have the capacity to hurt you. and that's how i know.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110287838341826499?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-110252884902610244</id><published>2004-12-09T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T02:00:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brenda's parents vow renewal</title><content type='html'>brenda's parent's vow renewal ceremony was beautiful. congrats uncle michael and auntie kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for safety pins. they do wonders in transforming a slutty dress into a not-so slutty dress. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110252884902610244?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110252884902610244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>derrick's gone home</title><content type='html'>my dear gluts, for the record, i do miss you guys! it's not all about the brownies! let's meet up this sat? what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoukout was awesome. portable toilets stink, literally. i've got rashes. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110224427904706394?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110224427904706394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110224427904706394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110224427904706394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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break'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110070497703261626</id><published>2004-11-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:24:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner with derrick</title><content type='html'>happy birthday char! &lt;br /&gt;i miss you! meet up after the exams yeah? *hugs* be happy sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be studying but i really do feel like playing tennis. had so much fun the other night. derrick and kevin are good for first-timers. jeffrey is my dream-team partner. drea's new tennis balls are bright and bouncy. ivan owes me a drink and dessert cos i defeated him TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenda! you ditched me! hrmph. but i'm happy for you gurl! :) oh and welcome to the club sue! you have me, for now.. hehe.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110070497703261626?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110070497703261626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110070497703261626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110070497703261626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110070497703261626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/11/dinner-with-derrick.html' title='dinner with derrick'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-110054319603611979</id><published>2004-11-16T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:26:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post tennis </title><content type='html'>i miss mg. i miss my gorgeous gang - ams, mains, ade, char and nic. i miss all my 4b1 gurls especially pei, gina, jo, crystal, dani and bing. i miss hanging out in the toilet in between classes. i miss using the men's toilet. i miss hearing hock seng call me "ba liu san" (that's 863, my block number, in chinese). i miss finding my worksheets flying around along the corridor. i miss having nasi lemak breakfast before flag-raising. i miss the morning devotions. i miss the uniform. i miss being geog rep. i miss the no-boys environment. i miss trudging down the hill to the bus stop in the scorching afternoon sun. i miss boy-watching at kap and eventually holland v. i miss the scary toilet outside the library. i miss the sound of the school bell. i miss sleeping in the library. i miss the innocence of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i go getting all nostalgic. back then, life was a lot less complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110054319603611979?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110054319603611979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110054319603611979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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result of people jamming their shoes into my toes (this happens mostly during clubbing. think zouk last night) oy walk properly can?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-110019388282880585?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/110019388282880585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=110019388282880585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110019388282880585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/110019388282880585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/11/deepavali.html' title='deepavali'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109984252467814235</id><published>2004-11-07T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:49:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>played tennis with drea, ivan and jeffrey today. i swear never again will i play tennis in the scorching afternoon sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singaporean men are a horny lot. ams and i came to realise this after our mini expedition to geylang last night. all the men we walked past had lust in their eyes. you can practically feel them mentally undressing you. dirty old men! gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more lectures and tutorials! hurrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109984252467814235?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109984252467814235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109984252467814235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109984252467814235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109984252467814235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/11/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109959797158729110</id><published>2004-11-05T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:06:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yolanda's op</title><content type='html'>yolanda's op went very well. she'll be in the hospital for a while cos that's the way it is with spine ops but on the whole, she's doing well. thank you everyone for your prayers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i pushed open the door to a toilet cubicle to find an unsuspecting ah-ma seated on the toilet bowl. ugh. embarrassing! moral of the story? lock the toilet door for goodness sake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109959797158729110?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-109923547004374419</id><published>2004-10-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:30:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>yolanda is going for the spine operation this tuesday. please pray for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my toes are blistered from dancing. ouch. happy halloween! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109923547004374419?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109923547004374419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109923547004374419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109923547004374419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109923547004374419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109906790394980126</id><published>2004-10-30T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:38:23.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post tennis.</title><content type='html'>i've had my fair share of shitty relationships in the past and it's hard not feel jaded. but today, my faith was restored. thank you Lord for drea and kevin. thank you for showing me what love is about. i needed that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i am ready. not open, not close. just ready.&lt;br /&gt;ready to love. ready to be loved. ready for whatever comes my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109906790394980126?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109906790394980126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109906790394980126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109906790394980126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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caring (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109889084671064656?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109889084671064656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109889084671064656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109889084671064656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109889084671064656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/wed-sleepy.html' title='wed sleepy'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109829116936289992</id><published>2004-10-21T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T00:52:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn sad</title><content type='html'>i've never cried so hard in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;my head hurts, my nose is bleeding and i've used up all the tissue paper. &lt;br /&gt;i deserve it. i must be the most selfish person on the face of this earth.&lt;br /&gt;why do we hurt the people we love most?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7332584.post-109799046894594640</id><published>2004-10-17T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:21:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post drinking</title><content type='html'>great. i'm officially on a hangover. i kept throwing up after i got home. my head hurts. i've got itchy rashes. i'll say this is a plesant reminder to abstain from drinking. aside from that, i've realised &lt;br /&gt;1. i hate beer. i really do,&lt;br /&gt;2. possibly cos i'm still very much allergic to it. &lt;br /&gt;3. i can't hold my alcohol. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinks aside, i had a great time last night. that's all i can say. gotta be discrete. ha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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trauma</title><content type='html'>just got back from dinner with cel and joy. JOY DIDN'T BATHE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling achy all over from tennis yesterday. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'll have to wait till next year to watch ballet under the stars. rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss *you*. and i hate writing in codes. crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109759598739126715?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109759598739126715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109759598739126715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109759598739126715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109759598739126715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-tennis-trauma.html' title='post tennis trauma'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109751033006819988</id><published>2004-10-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:58:50.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis post</title><content type='html'>just got back from tennis with ivan and jeffrey. i'm poofed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glut dinner tomorrow. holland 7pm. msg me if you're coming. see you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109751033006819988?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109751033006819988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109751033006819988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109751033006819988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109751033006819988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/tennis-post.html' title='tennis post'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109741322987750327</id><published>2004-10-10T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:00:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more days</title><content type='html'>this will have to be short cos i'm rushing off to meet cel to study overnight at kap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched wimbledon (the movie, not the actual match) and it inspired me to play tennis. i can't wait to play this tuesday with ivan and jeffrey. hooray! oh and i went shoe shopping and bought myself a pair of heels (yes i can finally wear heels!) and pink havanas. or havianas. or whatever you call em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been relatively closed-mouth (or rather closed fingers?!) lately about what i put on my blog. dealing with some privacy issues here. as much as i like sharing my life with all my FRIENDS, i have a feeling my blog is attracting some UNWELCOMED guests. basically, if you don't fall under the category of friend, mind your own business and bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days! *yvette cartwheels across the room* hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109741322987750327?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109741322987750327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109741322987750327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109741322987750327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109741322987750327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/6-more-days.html' title='6 more days'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109729057728870449</id><published>2004-10-09T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T10:59:11.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear taggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manD: i was thinking about the hippos too. it was a relatively distracting image to have in my head during the test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greg: thanks for trying to make me feel better about soci. but i still know i'm gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crab: you know me well! my sis did the entire thing. hurhur. is it nice?! i asked &lt;br /&gt;manD for lunch cos she's in nus too laa! don't be sad! dinner this week yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germaine: hey gurl. good to hear from you. hang in there! love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo: hehe haha. j didn't reply my msg! bloody hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivan: that was really sweet! but are you trying to hint that you don't wanna read my blog?! you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small: yes yes we get the idea. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109729057728870449?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109729057728870449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109729057728870449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109729057728870449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109729057728870449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/dear-taggers-mand-i-was-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109725353757731242</id><published>2004-10-09T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T10:43:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new template</title><content type='html'>my archives are gone! but i like my new template anyway. thanks small. you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109725353757731242?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109725353757731242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109725353757731242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109725353757731242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109725353757731242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-template.html' title='new template'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109681671577767838</id><published>2004-10-03T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T23:18:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>justin msged!</title><content type='html'>the mind is willing but the flesh is weak. just minutes after i wrote yesterday's entry about staying home to complete my proj, pei called to asked me out for dinner and i complied. ugh. so much for self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran into clement and his new girlfriend in town last night. strangely enough, i didn't feel weird. i guess i'm just relieved it's all over. as pei pointed out, i wasn't happy with him. now that it's all over, i'm happier than i've ever been in ages. i'm glad he's found someone who would love him more than i ever could. God bless clement and carine (: let them make each other's lives very special. let them treasure each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you* msged! hooray! *smilesmile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109681671577767838?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109681671577767838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109681671577767838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109681671577767838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109681671577767838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/justin-msged.html' title='justin msged!'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109671192666796710</id><published>2004-10-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:12:06.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proj?</title><content type='html'>i'm at home. surprise surprise. decided to stay home and complete my gem project. it's due on tues. i haven't started. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys i meet in nus really surprise me. it's amazing how thoughtful some of them can be. or maybe it's just that all my life, the only guys i've had the good luck to meet were bastards. it's very comforting to know that good guys do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109671192666796710?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109671192666796710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109671192666796710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109671192666796710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109671192666796710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/10/proj.html' title='proj?'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109646956853644530</id><published>2004-09-29T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:52:48.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day one without you</title><content type='html'>soci test today was bad. who the hell are pgymoids?! and what Nbuki?! how do you even pronounce the damn word?! ugh. i'm just glad it's over man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the date.. :( i'm grumpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109646956853644530?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109646956853644530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109646956853644530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109646956853644530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109646956853644530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/day-one-without-you.html' title='day one without you'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109621076539916136</id><published>2004-09-26T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:59:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired man</title><content type='html'>just got home from town. spent the entire day doing the el project. it took us 6 hours man. ugh. projects can be very draining, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greg's hair looks fantastic. haha. cos i cut it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of sight, out of mind.. out of sight, out of mind.. out of sight, out of mind.. in other words, what you don't know, can't hurt you. i'm trying my darnest to drive that into my head but it is NOT working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109621076539916136?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109621076539916136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109621076539916136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109621076539916136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109621076539916136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/tired-man_26.html' title='tired man'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109604026779923172</id><published>2004-09-24T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:37:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>well, it's back to school again. blah. i didn't accomplish anything in the past 4 days! horrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played bridge till about 5am this morning. had a lecture at 8am. needless to say, i was a goner in lecture. i don't know why i even bother. based on my calculations, i've been surviving on an average of 3-4 hours of sleep for the past few days. it's not wonder i feel like i'm floating through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;gorgeous gang&lt;/em&gt;, or the &lt;em&gt;three gorges. &lt;/em&gt;nic, ade, mains, char, ams and me. mains is studying in aust. nic is flying off for uk tomorrow. don't see ade much cos she's in ntu. as for char, no idea where she disappeared to. it's gonna be just ams and me. why like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took an afternoon nap today while waiting to go meet hui jun. bad idea. i woke up from my nap drenched in cold sweat and feeling very detached from reality, kinda like i didn't exist. it was very very very scary. i think the lack of sleep is really getting to me. and let's not mention the terrifying terrorist nightmare i had the other night. that was some freaky shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sticky situation.. and that's to say the least. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109604026779923172?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109604026779923172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109604026779923172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109604026779923172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109604026779923172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109559555507620045</id><published>2004-09-19T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:05:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post clubbing again</title><content type='html'>just last week, i was laughing at the silly fools who were queueing to get into chinablack at 1am in the morning. this week, i became one of the many silly fools. blah. just for you nic! the best bit of clubbing was watching the absolutely hilarious podium dancers. they give the mambo night podium dancers a run for their money! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had supper at al ameen after clubbing. played cards at kap till 7am. got home at 8am. knocked out till now. i had the most fun eating cheese prata and playing bridge. i'm getting old. renny's old-ness is rubbing off on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's term break this week! yipee yipee yipee yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss *you* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109559555507620045?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109559555507620045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109559555507620045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109559555507620045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109559555507620045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-clubbing-again.html' title='post clubbing again'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109543966082888798</id><published>2004-09-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T00:47:40.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>i'm home! ams gave me a ride. cool. having friends who drive definitely rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auditions today were extremely traumatic for me. i arrived at center for the arts with the idea that i was going to help facilitate. i figured that entailed sitting around and making small talk with the auditionees. boy was i mistaken. no girls turned up for the auditions! so guess who ended up playing all the female roles? yours truly. and mind you the female roles were hardly desirable. i had to play the ah-lian girlfriend and the horny bitch. it was incredibly awkward! *blushblush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye bintan.. :( nic you better apreciate this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109543966082888798?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109543966082888798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109543966082888798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109543966082888798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109543966082888798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109539212247299582</id><published>2004-09-17T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T11:35:22.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b4 social work tut</title><content type='html'>ohhh i feel bad. in the comp lab now. everyone else here is using the ivle and here i am blogging. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyn left on monday :( went to the airport to send her off. i'm gonna miss her. oh and the mash potatoes portions at popeye's chicken shrank. darn. so much for value for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was fun fun fun! had dinner with charmain. somehow with char, i don't feel the age gap (she doesn't intimidate me like some other people i know..). she's like a big sister. i can talk to her about anything (: had supper with romeo and kev at al ameen. good to catch up with ac friends. ahhh.. the good ol days. met ams and flo at kap. ade was there too. congrats on passing driving ams! now you can send me home! who needs boys when i have my best friend?! hahaa. finally, spent the rest of the night (or rather morning) with *you*. a perfect end to a perfect day *smilesmile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to be done. i'm starting to feel like i can't breathe. blah. thank you Lord for term break next week! hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivan called last night. that was nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109539212247299582?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109539212247299582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109539212247299582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109539212247299582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109539212247299582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/b4-social-work-tut.html' title='b4 social work tut'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109498536832192774</id><published>2004-09-12T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:36:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw ivle</title><content type='html'>the sun is setting and i just woke up. i need to do something about my biological clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn the bloody assholes who throw their toothpicks onto the floor after sampling mooncakes at the taka food festival! i was stabbed by a toothpick last night. the toothpick sliced through my slipper and pierced my foot. the pain was beyond description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched harold and kumar last night. it wasn't my idea ( i wanted to watch the terminal!) but well.. i gave in. hahaa. it was surprisingly good. maybe it was the company *smilesmile* watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay it's even week ahead! slack slack! hooray!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109498536832192774?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109498536832192774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109498536832192774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109498536832192774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109498536832192774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/screw-ivle.html' title='screw ivle'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109483460505144147</id><published>2004-09-11T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T13:13:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;happy birthday flower!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that scuba is an ancronym?! Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus. cool huh? that came up in e lang lecture. e lang rocks! excuse my nerdiness. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad the school week is over. had two presentations on thursday. it was bad. don't ask. i'm really glad that hui jun transferred to my tutorial group. it's like a mini borders community. hahaa. it's cynthia's farewell dinner later tonight :( sigh. i lose another friend to the foreign education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with drea and dan on tuesday. just like the old times. dan writes for today! impressive! and he still has nice hands. drea.. she's her same old chirpy self. if there is one person who never ever fails to make me smile, it's drea. it used to be drea, shawn and me. ah.. the good old days. hrm.. i wonder what's up with shawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other highlight of the week, dinner at kap and shopping at bukit timah plaza. hahaa. maybe it was the fries. maybe it was the company. i missed *you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109483460505144147?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109483460505144147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109483460505144147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109483460505144147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109483460505144147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-flower_11.html' title='happy birthday flower'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109471535896168744</id><published>2004-09-09T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:37:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in between presentations</title><content type='html'>can't wait to watch farenheit 911 later! finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. one presentation down.. one more to go. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109471535896168744?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109471535896168744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109471535896168744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109471535896168744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109471535896168744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-between-presentations.html' title='in between presentations'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109465477020589769</id><published>2004-09-08T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:46:10.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presentation tmr</title><content type='html'>i have 2 presentations tomorrow. God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109465477020589769?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109465477020589769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109465477020589769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109465477020589769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109465477020589769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/presentation-tmr.html' title='presentation tmr'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109445019079892190</id><published>2004-09-06T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T13:56:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>it's back to school again.. another week of internet deprivation. ugh. but thank you God for mondays. no school! hahaa. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i learnt in the past week : people like, oh wait, make that LOVE to talk. more often than not, they talk nonsense. c'mon, am i not entitled to being happy simply with the way my life is going? am i not allowed to have male friends? why do people equate male friend with boyfriend? i'm left utterly bewildered at the information that fell into my lap. sheesh. society and it's nutcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109445019079892190?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109445019079892190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109445019079892190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109445019079892190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109445019079892190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109431642931368440</id><published>2004-09-05T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T00:47:09.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>borders girls and ivan</title><content type='html'>had a grrreat day today! met the borders girls for lunch at nydc. shared loads of laughs. went down to the big park next to orchard mrt station to watch huiyin and her band perform. they were pretty good. the first band that didn't put me to sleep. or maybe it's 'cos we were standing and i'm not one to fall asleep standing. hahaa. nah.. it was a good performance. way to go huiyin! met ivan for dinner. went down to tcc for dessert. i'm practically their best customer man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord for my borders girls. sam, huiyin, huijun, janice, charmaine, grace, tian, sue ann, sabrina, ziyuan and cyn. i hope didn't miss anyone out. hahaa. thank you for this crazy bunch of girls whom i can laugh and share my tears with. borders girls rock! i love you all! (: i'm glad you guys are a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord for ivan. i'm glad the hostility is gone. i'm glad i have my other best friend back again. i love you ivan. you're one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog sounds pretty preachy doesn't it? hahaa. i'm definitely blessed. God is good. i hope everyone is having a good week too! *smilesmile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109431642931368440?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109431642931368440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109431642931368440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109431642931368440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109431642931368440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/09/borders-girls-and-ivan_05.html' title='borders girls and ivan'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109427395680846466</id><published>2004-09-04T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T12:59:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>borders girls</title><content type='html'>well.. the air is clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to meet my borders girls. hooray! thank you God for friends like these! :) meeting ivan later too. i hope we don't tear each other apart. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109427395680846466?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-109423185038123177</id><published>2004-09-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T01:17:30.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>just got home. skipped swaps agm intending to go home early to sleep but ended up at holland with ams, flo and nic. so much for rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was pretty bad. puffy eyes today. ugh. what a turn-off. sorry you guys had to put up with my violent outburst of explicits. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days were hectic but satisfying. cg was real good. gonna be a busy weekend too. meeting up with the borders girls tomorrow! hooray! thank you God for my borders girls! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvette is happy. tired but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7332584.post-109414824841757209</id><published>2004-09-03T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T02:04:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck man</title><content type='html'>what the fuck man?! what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm talking about you. you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109414824841757209?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109414824841757209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109414824841757209' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys are blinkering idiots. their sole purpose on this earth is to complicate my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel horrible. i'm going to bed. feel like all the energy has been drained out of me. sorry i keep complaining. i need a holiday.&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/7332584-109413896635536644?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109413896635536644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109413896635536644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109413896635536644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blessed&lt;/em&gt; because i have a happy family. i have doting parents and a nutty sister *grin* the weekends mean so much to me. time for me to come home and spend time with family. thank you for teaching me how to love unconditionally. i love you family. thank you Lord&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm blessed &lt;/em&gt;because i have my best friend amelia. someone who's always been there through the happy and the sad times. someone who'll never judge me and who'll accept me for who i am. 13 years and counting man. well.. alright.. 7 if you start counting from sec1. i love you fren.. thank you Lord for amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm blessed&lt;/em&gt; because i have good friends like pei, andrea, jo, cel, joy, mandy, prawn, fang, grace, en, charmain, huijun, sam, huiyin, char, ade, mains and nic. the list really is much longer but if i go on, i'm going to bore everyone to tears. thank you you all for loving me and being there for me. i miss you guys and let's meet up whenever we can. thank you Lord for my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm blessed &lt;/em&gt;because i'm getting to know people like jLo, weilan, charlie, nu studios peeps and my cell group in school. great people. i'm glad we got to be friends. i definitely want to get to be better friends with you guys! thank you Lord for new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm blessed &lt;/em&gt;because uni rocks. i enjoy my modules, enjoy staying in hall, enjoy learning, enjoy my ecas. sheesh i sound so nerd. haha. thank you Lord for a good uni life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, &lt;em&gt;i'm blessed&lt;/em&gt; because i have renny. thank you for making me smile. thank you for being you. i love you. thank you Lord for renny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109384588818288192?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-109376928776385625</id><published>2004-08-29T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T16:49:26.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post clubbing trauma</title><content type='html'>arts bash last night. pretty much forced into dancing the entire night. woke up this morning with major back aches. i'm getting old. would much rather have watched soccer. the gunners are at it again! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really excited about making the production team for nu studios. but the first meeting has left me traumatised and feeling incredibly stupid. sigh. everyone has had film-making experience and me? all i have under my belt is backstage crew for ldds back in mg.. i love the script. love being assistant art director. love film-making. love the production crew. don't want to let them down. sigh.. but i really can't help feeling stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with joy at holland on friday night. as usual she had a field day hurling insults at me. from calling me bimbo to laughing at my role as assistant art director. why do i take such abuse?! ha. i realise that i have some of my most heartfelt talks with joy. from bleaching times to after-church lunch to after-class (work for her) dinners. it's very easy talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;to joy: i know i'm gonna miss you so much when you leave. be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had supper with char and ade on friday night. as usual we caught up on each other's scandals and pathetic love lives ( of at least their pathetic love life. not mine! ha!) short but sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught bourne supremacy after supper. my mind flashback to just a couple of weeks back when i watched collateral with.. *you* don't know it but well.. i miss *you* :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat with brenda for south asian lec. had an interesting talk about relationships. something she said made me think about what i want. the word she used was &lt;em&gt;realistic&lt;/em&gt;. that's what i want my relationship to be. no more silly fairytales or wishy-washy crap. maybe i really am growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my laptop at the computer fair yesterday. it was damn crowded. the whole singapore must have been there. oh all the sales people couldn't speak proper english! being the scrap-through-chinese techno-bimbo that i am, the cheena-pok salesman only served to frustrate me further. i know i was being mean but in the end i told him to screw off and find me another sales person who could speak english. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a busy busy week. i foresee another busy busy week ahead but well, i'm having fun so.. bring it on baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7332584.post-109343497974352914</id><published>2004-08-25T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T19:56:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 of august</title><content type='html'>just got an email from nu studios. apparently i'm on the production crew for their film. cool. but i have no idea what role i was assigned. hrm.. guess i'll find out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the harder you look, the least likely you'll find. and when you least expect it, something good happens. that's the way it is isn't it? who would have thought that things would turn out this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know for sure. everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7332584.post-109318598499323288</id><published>2004-08-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:46:24.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charmain day</title><content type='html'>to quote charmain's friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i've lost all hope in men"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sentiments exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109318598499323288?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109318598499323288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109318598499323288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109318598499323288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109318598499323288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/08/charmain-day.html' title='charmain day'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109314219736766738</id><published>2004-08-22T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:36:37.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post chinatown</title><content type='html'>for some reason, i'm simply unable to fall back to sleep. this explains why i'm up this time of the morning when i should be wasting the morning away in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got myself a packet of ang baos as a souvenir of my hike down chinatown. chinatown rocks! i love this whole ethnic enclaves thing. sheesh. i'm starting to remind myself of my human geog notes! ha. little india here i come! last night was a whole load of fun. not just cos i've got the ethnic fever going on but also because of the company. it was comfortable, enjoyable and well.. i didn't want the night to come to an end.. *crossing my fingers* ask me out again! soon! oh wait.. make that very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109314219736766738?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332584.post-109301425133869571</id><published>2004-08-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T23:04:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very tired</title><content type='html'>i'm getting old. loud music gives me headaches. i have no stamina for dancing. my dance moves are absolutely insipid. i spent most of last night warming the chinablack couch and drinking coke. the best part of the night? supper. neslo rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping the entire night before an 8am lecture is not, and i repeat NOT a good idea. i'm totally wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained! hooray! on the downside, i had to give the house bbq a miss.. no roasted marshmallows! :( but on the flipside, no bbq meant coming home and getting a good rest, which i really deserve after the hectic hectic week. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109301425133869571?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109301425133869571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109301425133869571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109301425133869571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109301425133869571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/08/very-tired.html' title='very tired'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109284374705652766</id><published>2004-08-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:28:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;conversation between joy, qifang, mandy and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me : "if you were a mother, would you want your son to date me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mandy (without hesitation) : "no."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me (horrified) : "why?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mandy : "you're a wildchild."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me (turning to joy hopefully) : "what do you think?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joy (considers the question carefully) : "i wouldn't mind my son dating you but i wouldn't want him to marry you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm.. not very positive feedback huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner on monday was good. short but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was the stock market trading seminar i attended last night. the only good thing that came out of that was the free pencil and notepad i received. see? this is what happens when one gets seduced by the word "free". i think ade and i must have been the youngest members of the audience. i counted 5 bald heads in front of me! that says something about the targeted audience doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got locked out of house this evening. left my keys in hall. oops. haha. had to plant myself at the void deck to wait for someone to come home. sigh. i missed charmed! :( and that was my main purpose of coming home early! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a busy busy busy week so far.. and it's gonna be a busy busy busy rest of the week. i'm very tired and my temper hasn't been the best. to my mommy, daddy and my lil sis :" sorry you guys had to put up with grouchy ol me. i love you guys to bits and i miss you guys so much when i'm in hall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109284374705652766?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109284374705652766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>got to watch fireworks today. finally! it was so so so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gluts day out. and as usual we ate, ate and ate some more. no surprise there. kenny rogers followed by dessert at nydc. yum. the nydc waiter played a pretty good birthday surprise. joy looks good in whipped cream. ha. oh and i think there are lack of toilet cubicles in the suntec toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked thru some old photos. jc photos. someone please please please stop me the next time i try to get my hair cut! why oh why didn't anyone tell me i look cukoo with short hair?! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does the tag board eat up older tags? cos i can't find my older tags.. will some experienced blog-person please enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm walking on a rainbow *smiles* if that makes any sense at all.. but what the heck? since when could you explain being happy? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7332584.post-109243429693124348</id><published>2004-08-14T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T05:58:16.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>happy happy happy! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109243429693124348?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109243429693124348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109243429693124348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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decided not to be a relationship-wrecker (to the relief of hui jun). things are going pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love all the lectures i'm taking in uni. love making new friends. love getting to know old friends better. love my room. love spending time with *you*. love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is true, everything happens for a reason :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109231447143679683?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109231447143679683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109231447143679683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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end. i've been down at nus every single day this week. bleah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation starts tmr. i'm gonna go spread my flu germs to everyone. haha. beware of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing from you is the highlight of my day. how can this feel so right when it's just simply wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109111086724520433?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109111086724520433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109111086724520433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109111086724520433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it really bugs me. i don't think i like who i am now.&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/7332584-109084989705852657?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109084989705852657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109084989705852657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109084989705852657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109084989705852657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-got-hall.html' title='i got hall'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-109039138467726161</id><published>2004-07-21T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:29:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>*smiles* i had fun yesterday. i have no idea who reads this so that's all i'll say for now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109039138467726161?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109039138467726161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>smiles!</title><content type='html'>yay! yay! yay! *smiles* hrm.. you're not exactly mr friendly but oh well.. can't say i blame you after all that has happened. let's just enjoy ourselves tomorrow yeah?! can't wait! please pretty please let everything go well! yipee yay! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-109025646388958788?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/109025646388958788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=109025646388958788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/109025646388958788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-7332584.post-108956311315575422</id><published>2004-07-12T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T00:33:33.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killer work out</title><content type='html'>i got locked out of my house this morning. so from 1030 to 1330 i planted myself at clement's house while waiting for my parents to come home with keys. sigh. how stupid can i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killer killer workout today. i was practically flinging sweat with every move i executed. i predict my ass will ache tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to mervyn while everyone else was glued to the computer screen watching downloaded episodes of oc. interesting. he got me thinking and yet at the same time, i didn't know what to think. does that make sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-108956311315575422?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/108956311315575422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=108956311315575422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/108956311315575422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/108956311315575422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/07/killer-work-out.html' title='killer work out'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-108947657607206803</id><published>2004-07-11T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T00:23:51.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity</title><content type='html'>oh boy. why didn't i quit while i was ahead? why did i jump back into the hole after i was pulled out of it? just as things were starting to look up, i fell back into old habit. can i get any more stupid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-108947657607206803?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/108947657607206803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=108947657607206803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/108947657607206803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/108947657607206803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/07/stupidity.html' title='stupidity'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-108929930511189594</id><published>2004-07-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T23:08:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh1</title><content type='html'>had a great day. met drea and jo in the afternoon. was good to catch up after so long. we watched supersize me. that movie is enough to put me off macdonalds and all fastfood joints for the rest of my life. the irony of was that we had tea at mccafe after the movie. at least we weren't eating french fries. &lt;br /&gt;to drea: don't worry about the future. God is there. everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;to jo: take care in aust and study hard. don't forget to keep in touch yeah? i'll miss you gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with the borders girls and pei. we were at mos burger when we ran into joy and grace. being yvette, i insisted everyone took a photo together. it's almost like the picture represented all that was important to me in life. weird huh? my mg friends, ac friends and the borders girls. all that's missing in the picture is my family and him. i'm very blessed to have all these people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok discussion time. if your friend was upset, should you as a friend a) ask her out and attempt to cheer her up? or b) ask her out but imply that she ought to stay home if she was going to be a grouch? tell me b and i wouldn't be surprised if you don't have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see where you're coming from. but do you understand what i felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-108929930511189594?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/108929930511189594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=108929930511189594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/108929930511189594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/108929930511189594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/07/sigh1.html' title='sigh1'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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-7332584.post-108920152896592200</id><published>2004-07-07T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T20:01:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby don't  you break my heart slow</title><content type='html'>went to sentosa today with huijun, huiyin, ziyuan and charmaine. fun fun fun! frisbee-playing can be a whole load of fun! i love the sentosa playground. spun ourselves dizzy on the roundabout swings. too bad they removed the tarzen swing and the trampoline. thank you thank you thank you Lord for the lovely sunshine! the downside is my terribly itchy sunburn la. but better sun than rain when you're out on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, my entire body smeared with moisturiser to prevent peeling and the fan switched on to full blast, attempting to ease my burnt. itchy itchy. i feel bad about not being able to meet amee but i really don't want her to put up with my constant scratching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and in case you're wondering, i ended up not sleeping at all last night. figured there was no point going to bed for 2 hours. i'm very sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'd rather you be mean than love and lie"-- vonda shepard's &lt;em&gt;baby don't you break my heart slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332584-108920152896592200?l=beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/feeds/108920152896592200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332584&amp;postID=108920152896592200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/108920152896592200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332584/posts/default/108920152896592200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beammeoverscottie.blogspot.com/2004/07/baby-dont-you-break-my-heart-slow.html' title='baby don&apos;t  you break my heart slow'/><author><name>yv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08216159947723086899</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>
