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<description>ola! mon amis. come come look look see see. Be happy. peace out!</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 06:41:10 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>i have got to tell you. </title>
<description>Beware of Bimboness.

On Saturday, i had one of those unplanned good days i will usually plan for which doesn&#x27;t turn out right.You know like, Hey,meet you at 10...we&#x27;ll shop at far east.we walk aimlessly for hours and end our day lamenting how we either bought nothing and should have gone to the beach instead or spent too much and grudgingly sip our 5 dollar starbucks coffee...just to top it of.

Saturday was started innocent, Jeanette had asked me to go shopping.Sure...Sat morning, 1030am.I haven&#x27;t gone shopping since Christmas, like real shopping...a whole day dedicated to time in shops and not those by the way shopping.

So i was terribly focused. i listed what i needed to get. A scarf for my trip to HK...(which i found out will be terribly cold which i&#x27;m not happy about), a pair of shorts (to wear for supper, not too short cos that&#x27;s indecent and not too long cos thats for boys), Sunnies (also for HK, just to look cool in) and a Bandana...(for the hair). 

With Jeanette or ...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 06:39:54 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Hello there....</title>
<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;It is almost a month into&#x26;nbsp;the new year and any changes i had set out to do...has not been done!!! seeing how i&#x27;m part chinese, i take CNY as a second chance...so that means. i have 2 weeks to do something. &#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;By changes, i refer mostly job wise. bleah. i do feel like punching myself for not chasing the job i want...even though the opportunity was there...gawds. Which is causing me some major unforseen restlessness.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;ANYWAY, other than the job scene...i spent the whole week meeting up with great friends who&#x27;ve been most influential in my life at that point in time.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;There&#x27;s Penny. She was my best friend in primary school, that&#x27;s 14 years ago. She was in my class since primary one but we only spoke in primary four when our teacher made us partners when changing classes...also once i remember, during science class, the teacher asked, &#x22;give an example of something which uses a pulley?&#x22;&#x26;nbsp;most people would answer&#x26;nbsp;wheelbarrows or cranes typical&#x26;nbsp;science textbook answers, she ans...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 14:41:35 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>What&#x27;s Cookin? Good Lookin.</title>
<description>It was just pouring Last Sunday!&#x26;nbsp;So my sis tells me, eh...look after my kid? i wanna sleep. Me thinks...well this stinks.WHAT DO YOU DO WITH KIDS? So i decided to do what my mum and i used to do when i came home from school eons ago&#x26;nbsp;whenever it rained.&#x26;nbsp;And that was, to bake.&#x26;nbsp;Many life lessons were learnt during these sessions. &#x3C;P&#x3E;my mother&#x27;s&#x26;nbsp;kitchen is the ABSOLUTE best place to cook. it may not have&#x26;nbsp;any shiny, high standard cookware but it has an oven and everything and anything needed to&#x26;nbsp;bake at any given time.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle height=203 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1-j5goKCh8AAF1iDUQ1/chef.jpg?et=P5Cdo8zM1bUFsNzc%2CZS1bg&#x26;amp;nmid=&#x22; width=248 border=0&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;The Chefs&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;Here&#x27;s my sous chef. look at the intesity!&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P align=left&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle height=115 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1-kjQoKCh8AAHc0FXA1/learning.jpg?et=TR0oXYXD2F4SE9HI3LHjCg&#x26;amp;nmid=&#x22; width=291 border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P align=left&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;comic sans ms&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;STRONG&#x3E;&#x22;Learning is fun...when there&#x27;s food involved&#x22; ~ Ames&#x3C;/STRONG&#x3E;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P align=left&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1-rlQoKCh8AAHqakdA1/greedy.jpg?et=3GGO0Zkl32h1QLZSWfChkQ&#x26;amp;nmid=&#x22; border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P align=left&#x3E;&#x3C;STRONG&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;comic sans ms&#x22;&#x3E;Look who couldn&#x27;t wait!&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/STRONG&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P align=left&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;So right, when you cook with kids, this is the scene&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P align=left&#x3E;Nicky:i wanna do!&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Alexis:gimme!&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Nicky:you do later! i do first. &#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P align=left&#x3E;all while having 4 hands on one bowl being pushed back and forth so 80% goes into the bowl and 20% ends up on the floor...and this is the result. yes..that was my many many small coo...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 14:23:03 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Stop and observe the little things and you&#x27;ll smile the whole day.</title>
<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;We all have things that make us look down and smile to yourself, too shy to show the world we&#x27;re happy over something so small.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;For me it could be&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;UL&#x3E; &#x3C;LI&#x3E;a hello or good morning coupled with a bright sincere smile or a message on the phone from a friend just as the day starts or when she/he sees you&#x3C;/LI&#x3E; &#x3C;LI&#x3E;trying on a dress that fits me perfectly with an even more perfect price &#x3C;/LI&#x3E; &#x3C;LI&#x3E;a priceless memory that just pops in your head of an inside joke or conversation shared with a friend, maybe a day or even a&#x26;nbsp;week before&#x3C;/LI&#x3E; &#x3C;LI&#x3E;a train or the bus arriving just as you reach the stop or station&#x3C;/LI&#x3E; &#x3C;LI&#x3E;a really yummy meal or a good cup of coffee&#x3C;/LI&#x3E; &#x3C;LI&#x3E;the cute guy at work joining you for lunch&#x3C;/LI&#x3E; &#x3C;LI&#x3E;waking up to rain on a saturday morning&#x3C;/LI&#x3E; &#x3C;LI&#x3E;a nice song playing on the radio which reminds you of someone special&#x3C;/LI&#x3E;&#x3C;/UL&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;There are many more i can&#x27;t really think of now, nonetheless, you&#x27;ll notice, the common basis of these little things are they are all unexpected and can&#x27;t be planned.&#x26;nbsp;Fulfilling expectation makes you smile, oh, but a plea...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 15:57:39 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>The Click 5 AGAIN.</title>
<description>I think i&#x27;m quite lucky la. I mean i hardly ever&#x26;nbsp;want anything. But when i do, i want it bad, i most of the time get what i want. Pompous spoilt brat huh? So right, i begged, borrowed, fluttered my eyelashes, smiled my sweetest smile, and stole some invites to THE CLICK 5 exclusive invite only showcase at MOS. See what i mean? i don&#x27;t even like music that much, but recently i got hooked on Jenny. the next thing i knew, the band was in Singapore, the next thing i knew, i see them live twice in a week. Sweet. Too bad i didn&#x27;t get to see them at work seeing how they were in my office building like 4 times this week, and my colleague was like, &#x22;oh, they&#x27;re just walking by my door like just.&#x22; i did get to see their Transport though and had half a mind to stay back at work to catch a glimpse. BUT i came to my senses. &#x3C;P&#x3E;So i asked my sister to come with me seeing how she&#x27;s the only one i know who&#x27;s&#x26;nbsp;free, she introduced me to the band and i had just taken a quiz last week on &#x22;how good ...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 15:55:17 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>My First Kick Ass Concert</title>
<description>So last Sunday, Debbs and i made plans to watch the movie SuperBAD on Monday cos we haven&#x27;t seen&#x26;nbsp;each other for AGES, (a week) it was Settled. Then,&#x26;nbsp;Debbs messages me...&#x22;Eh wanna go for Black Eyed Peas tomorrow?&#x22; At that moment, i was bored. I was on my comfy couch, looking aimlessly at the blank tv screen because the remote was too far from reach. Debbs adds, &#x22;Click 5 is opening act.&#x22; And that&#x27;s when i just said &#x22;OK LET&#x27;S GO!&#x22; like 127 dollars is something i&#x27;ll have just&#x26;nbsp;lying around. Debbs messages back..&#x22;OK TICKETS BOUGHT!&#x22; OMG!!!!! what did i just do???????  &#x22;Paaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! my birthday is coming and i know the perfect present&#x22;  So our boring movie date got a bumper upgrade to a kick ass rock concert! &#x26;nbsp;Oh the spontaneity of it all. &#x3C;P align=left&#x3E;So after that was settled, i was extremely EXCITED can!!! i told EVERYONE i was going to watch the Black Eyed Peas but seriously, who cares about them? they already have their fans..127 bucks for 30 mins of CLICK 5 man...i think i&#x27;...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 17:01:16 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>My Piano</title>
<description>&#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;The Piano really is quite a wonderful instrument. Every now and again when there&#x2019;s nothing to do, I sit at MY piano and play out my tunes, I say my because I take pride that I am the only one in my immediate family who can play the piano so it&#x2019;s the only thing in my home that I can call my own and need not share. No doubt, I don&#x2019;t play it well and I don&#x2019;t like playing the piano for people.&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;I have been playing the piano since I was 4 years of age, I got started because my cousin who was 6 was performing for the entire family during one of our family gatherings and everyone was ignoring my jokes and singing acts to my utter disappointment and I was jealous so I told my mother, I want to play the piano. My cousin has since got a Masters in Music while I gave up at Grade 5 but that&#x2019;s another issue altogether.&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;At the beginning I enjoyed my piano lessons, while my classmates had to content with just singing twinkle twinkle little star and mary had a little lamb, I could play it...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 03:52:54 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Teeth</title>
<description>My sister is showing her recently extracted bloody rotten molar to everyone. its disgusting. i wish i had one to show off too.</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 11:48:30 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Monkeying Around</title>
<description>&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RxIJ3AoKCh8AAE@@v6w1&#x22;&#x3E; &#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxIJ3AoKCh8AAE@@v6w1/hanging%20out.jpg?et=Lsez0c8m7doUHsw0TQicoQ&#x22; border=0&#x3E; &#x26;nbsp; This is what we do when we&#x27;re hanging out downstairs waiting for our ride to come. I miss being a kid where Fun is no.1 Priority.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 12:26:45 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>HairSpray</title>
<description>For a week, my sister went, &#x22;Ames help me at my stall&#x22;. (She had to do this stall so her kid can get a space in the atas Maris Stella Kindergarten) My answer was a constant, &#x22;No&#x22;. &#x3C;P&#x3E;Let me give you an insight on incessant the torture.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;I wake up, the sis says &#x22;Ames help me at my stall&#x22;. &#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;I sit down at dinner, the sis says &#x22;Ames help me at my stall&#x22;. &#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;I come home from work, the sis says &#x22;Ames help me at my stall&#x22;. &#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;I lay down to sleep, the sis says &#x22;Ames help me at my stall&#x22;. A week, this is what i had to endure.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;No, no, no..a million times no. i am NOT waking up at 8am on a Saturday morning, to help out at my nephew&#x27;s kindergarten where the only boys i&#x27;ll meet are at max. 6 or Married Fathers to the 6 year old boys.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;Come Saturday Morning, at 7am, i got my eye lids prodded open(not funny),with surround sounds of Wake&#x26;nbsp;up, wake up, wake&#x26;nbsp;up!!&#x26;nbsp;and had this to greet me...&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwo8CQoKCh8AAGWXk6c1&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignleft style=&#x22;WIDTH: 176px; HEIGHT: 146px&#x22; height=145 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rwo8CQoKCh8AAGWXk6c1/DSC02434.JPG?et=xnX4yHQeIiWsXkFkN2H%2CIg&#x22; width=175 border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle height=146 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rwo8eAoKCh8AAHEgQFM1/DSC02432.JPG?et=p4jp5vUzROHTAhodOo24Dg&#x22; width=171 border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;So come 8am, guess where i was...&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwo8eAoKCh8AAHEgQFM1&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwo93AoKCh8AABircT81&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignleft height=128 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rwo93AoKCh8AABircT81/DSC02437.JPG?et=7vCPienWzo%2BXaxb1Kq5j6g&#x22; width=172 border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle height=165 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rwo@LgoKCh8AACD3mIk1/DSC02439.JPG?et=U2QRNQJPQoB7B3F93SIvjQ&#x22; width=120 border=0&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle style=&#x22;WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 109px&#x22; height=76 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rwo-YQoKCh8AADzLq681/DSC02847.JPG?et=EEH2ZIgoEGiQv7WFHTdM1A&#x22; width=146 border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;So while i just sat there and grumbled. The sisters got to work...&#x3C;/P&#x3E; ...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 8 Oct 2007 16:03:28 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>The Chinese Garden</title>
<description>It took me 22 years to step in there and nothing will make me</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 8 Oct 2007 13:00:44 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Lunch with my favourite boys</title>
<description> &#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RwkHlQoKCh8AADr@H6Y1&#x22;&#x3E; &#x26;nbsp;So yeah, Sometimes the sister &#x22;lends&#x22; me her kids and Sometimes, its kinda fun. So it was the father, me and the munchkins on a&#x26;nbsp;Lunch.&#x26;nbsp;Let hell break loose why don&#x27;t you?&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RwkHdQoKCh8AADk6DnM1&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RwkHdQoKCh8AADk6DnM1/boys.jpg?et=12ztLRET9iMWkjs3Rbzj%2CA&#x22; border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E; &#x26;nbsp; &#x3C;FONT color=#3366ff&#x3E;Of course as always, starring my sugar coated sunshine! fine, i play favourites.&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E; &#x26;nbsp; &#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RwkHlQoKCh8AADr@H6Y1/nicks.jpg?et=vkaU5oewYI0%2BsRi2Q2qV5w&#x22; border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 7 Oct 2007 16:31:20 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun...And Do!</title>
<description>I still want my sushi buffet</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 2 Oct 2007 02:04:41 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>A Quiet Saturday </title>
<description>&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rut9WwoKCh8AABOuF-k1&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;Mummy&#x27;s voice&#x26;nbsp;muffles, &#x22;yeah my husband&#x27;s sick so Amy will fetch us!&#x22; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x22;Go to sleep early!!!&#x22; &#x22;Like Now!&#x22; (the time&#x27;s 1030pm on a Friday night) Mummy Says to me.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Me: WHAT? its Saturday tomorrow.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Mummy: Aiyah, what to do, papa&#x27;s sick, Good Girl.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;So bright (actually the sun wasn&#x27;t up yet) and early, EXTREMELY early! in the morning, at 5:45am on a Saturday morning, my mother&#x27;s yelling, WAKE UP WAKE UP!!! i need to go to Kembangan, i need to be there by 7am, but i need to fetch A.A(her &#x22;lesbian lover&#x22;)&#x26;nbsp;and your Papa&#x27;s still sick so he can&#x27;t fetch us.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;Me: 5 mins more (flashbacks to secondary school)&#x3C;BR&#x3E;2&#x26;nbsp;mins later&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Mummy: WAKE UP! Come home can sleep again!Hurry up late already!Just wear your Pajamas.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Me:BUT I CAN&#x27;T WAKE UP!&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;SO like do you know the sky is still dark at 6.30am? After you&#x27;re awake for a while, the early morning sights are quite nice. In the car it was like, Make sure your Papa does this,this,that,that,this,that,this.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;Anyway, waking up early does have its benefits, ...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 06:48:18 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>I forsee the future and it is not good...</title>
<description>&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RuVcnQoKCh8AAFOiS6g1&#x22;&#x3E; &#x26;nbsp; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RuVbtQoKCh8AADd-Ru01&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignright style=&#x22;WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 184px&#x22; height=94 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RuVbtQoKCh8AADd-Ru01/sisters1.jpg?et=EQIDbLFZeQumxskW6jHbSw&#x22; width=207 border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RuVbeAoKCh8AADE@g1E1&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignleft style=&#x22;WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 183px&#x22; height=154 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RuVbeAoKCh8AADE@g1E1/sisters%202.jpg?et=OybKKi73HpE%2CQz2KEzkCBA&#x22; width=182 border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RuVbeAoKCh8AADE@g1E1&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;Look at this!! my mum&#x27;s sisters were down for the week and they called themselves the belles of KLANG (my mummy&#x27;s hometown)...and that&#x27;s me and my sisters. OMG!!! AHHHHHH!!! SLAP on the SK II like NOW pls..thanks&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle height=209 src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RuVcnQoKCh8AAFOiS6g1/DSC02775.jpg?et=78PIvFZydHmhX2kpMZE4Vw&#x22; width=132 border=0&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;The Distant Sisters Favourite PAPA!&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 15:06:13 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Sisterhood</title>
<description>&#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;So like a few weeks ago, on a Friday night, I had made plans with my sisters to go club. But foreseeing a night of boredom, partying with a bunch of married albeit hot women, I cancelled on them and went out with friends to club instead. In other words stood them up. &#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;My sisters, at the last minute, scrapped their plans and went midnight shopping, bought many many things followed by a bitching supper session at Swensens (STICKY CHEWY CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!only like the best icecream in the world) after. Of course I did not know about the change of plans because they had a &#x201C;lets not tell stupid amy who stands us up for her friends&#x201D; pact. &#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;The next day, I heard about this and kicked myself for standing them up for my friends were fun but not the same kind that comes from shopping (which I prefer) and continued to sit in silence while they reconciled the fun events of the night. &#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;So these days the conversations go like this &#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;Eldest Sis : &#x201C; Let&#x2019;s go out Friday&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;Jeanett...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 7 Sep 2007 09:16:58 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Copying and Pasting Song Lyrics is damn Loser</title>
<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;Fark man.&#x26;nbsp;I love this song and Grey&#x27;s Anatomy Rules All.&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;How To Save A Life The Fray lyrics&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;Step one you say we need to talk&#x3C;BR&#x3E;He walks you say sit down it&#x27;s just a talk&#x3C;BR&#x3E;He smiles politely back at you&#x3C;BR&#x3E;You stare politely right on through&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Some sort of window to your right&#x3C;BR&#x3E;As he goes left and you stay right&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Between the lines of fear and blame&#x3C;BR&#x3E;You begin to wonder why you came&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Somewhere along in the bitterness&#x3C;BR&#x3E;And I would have stayed up with you all night&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Had I known how to save a life&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Let him know that you know best&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Cause after all you do know best&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Try to slip past his defense&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Without granting innocence&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Lay down a list of what is wrong&#x3C;BR&#x3E;The things you&#x27;ve told him all along&#x3C;BR&#x3E;And pray to God he hears you&#x3C;BR&#x3E;And pray to God he hears you&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Somewhere along in the bitterness&#x3C;BR&#x3E;[How To Save A Life Lyrics on &#x3C;a href=http://www.lyricsmania.com]&#x3E;http://www.lyricsmania.com]&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;And I would have stayed up with you all night&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Had I known how to save a life&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;As he begins to raise his voice&#x3C;BR&#x3E;You lower y...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 7 Sep 2007 06:19:57 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Another Battle with the Hair</title>
<description>&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E; So like I have a deal with my Papa, if it&#x2019;s raining at 6pm, come and fetch me. Lest he wants his beloved precious drown. So yesterday at 6pm, I asked my papa to come fetch but he looks out and doesn&#x2019;t see a drop of rain just grey skies. &#x201C;It&#x2019;s not raining, you are totally capable of coming home yourself, I&#x2019;m going to sleep. Hurry come home, there&#x2019;s food on the table.&#x201D; Bleah&#x2026;so drag drag drag all the way to the bus stop, hopped on to the bus, got down to walk to the second bus stop and BOOM. The droplets just came, just a little because I reached the bus stop in time. Hair wet. &#x3C;/FONT&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;Went home right, took off my rubber band that was boom, BIG HAIR! Think &#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rte6SQoKCh8AACQuVr41/big%20hair.jpg?et=kK8BlnHwzq5j0AA6mbVjHA&#x22; border=0&#x3E;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;DIANA ROSS (this is what happens to unfortunate people with curly hair) Sat down at dinner and &#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;My blessed with good genes straight haired sister asked &#x201C;Why your hair so big?&#x201D; &#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;(Everyone at the dinner table looks at the hair)&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;My reflective response, &#x201C;stupid rain la&#x201D; &#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;Sis: &#x201C;So, your hair becomes big when in touches the rain?&#x201D;&#x3C;/FONT&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E; &#x3C;P class=MsoNormal style=&#x22;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;FONT face=&#x22;Times New Roman&#x22; size=3&#x3E;M...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 06:55:04 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>We just need to RELAX!</title>
<description>&#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://amesdistant.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RtFlbgoKCh8AAC9ZAMI1&#x22;&#x3E; &#x3C;IMG class=alignmiddle src=&#x22;http://images.amesdistant.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RtFlbgoKCh8AAC9ZAMI1/Sentosa.jpg?et=WTFDUjnhWjYpGXx3c2YlJA&#x22; border=0&#x3E; &#x3C;P&#x3E;Guys hate taking photos! so anyway, it was raining buckets this week so when Saturday came and Sun was out, it was off to the Beach we went. A phone call at 12, a train ride at 1 and down by the beach at 2. Priceless. I LOVE IT!&#x26;nbsp; A couple of jokes, a couple of games and laughter all round, you realise, no matter how many bad days you have, a good one like this will come along and life is great!&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2007 11:53:31 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Just another rainy day with the familia and then some</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 16:14:43 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Friendship</title>
<description>&#x22;Friends are Family Members God Forgot to Give</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 15:56:04 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>A Day Out With The Colleagues!</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 09:26:48 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>I wanna go home!!</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 8 Aug 2007 06:02:52 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Happy Pictures</title>
<description>
You know in the digital age, your trusty little digital camera goes through tons of photos Also with digital photos, people are given the choice to just delete the ugly photos and leave the nice ones. This gives more meaning to Picture Perfect Life. But sometimes you decide not to delete the ugly photos, you look at them when you&#x2019;re bored and you know that saying, Pictures paint a thousand words? Haha&#x2026;well here are a few of favourites, just looking them, I can remember the perfect memories of the exact day, the exact moment, the exact feelings, the conversations and I&#x2019;m contented for a while.</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 5 Aug 2007 16:12:29 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>A Truly Happy Life Does Not Involve Money.</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 5 Aug 2007 16:03:52 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Melt World Cafe 2007-08-05</title>
<description>i&#x27;m</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 5 Aug 2007 15:12:10 -0000</pubDate>
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