<?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-20561117</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:36:15.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me--</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20561117.post-116776124640331150</id><published>2007-01-02T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:07:26.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye 2006, hello 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sum up the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a real rocky year for me. school, friends, family. make-ups, break-ups... well.. more break up than make-ups. we all finally turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes... that night that we've been planning since we were 14 and still sitting in the canteen during recess finally happened. hoes, i bet you thought that day would never come. dinner, champagne, party, champagne, wine, champagne. and the best company a girl could ever ask for. all my favourite things. i love all of you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys and girls from mass comm. jeez, it feels like school is my second home and all of you are my second family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my t03 darlings, no matter what, you will always be my first loves in mass comm. i love that we still talk to each other and hang out and go out. you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 202 lovelies, i'm so glad i have all of you to share the disgusting task of finishing the rest of year 2 with. let's be all emotional and extreme when i say that you are the reason i go to school... you and the fear of debarrment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy, mum, kim, janine and marc. i don't know about you but i'm definately feeling the love now, more than ever before. i love our little family and i'm so glad that we all have each other. i couldn't ask for a more perfect family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;up downs and everything in between. i wouldn't have done it any differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-116776124640331150?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/116776124640331150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=116776124640331150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116776124640331150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116776124640331150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodbye-2006-hello-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-116515764030133969</id><published>2006-12-03T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:54:00.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.what time is it now? 10.16pm&lt;br /&gt;2 what is your name : Kristy Lea Ana Campbell&lt;br /&gt;3.single or taken? single&lt;br /&gt;4. what does your name mean? Kristy is a female name from the English Origin meaning "Of Christ" or "Saint Kristine". It also is translated into 'cat' or 'cat princess' in an ancient Chinese dialect. (Wikipedia, 2006, para. 1)... hmmm cat princess... how fitting!&lt;br /&gt;5. who picked out your name? Mummy&lt;br /&gt;6. what's your nickname? Kris, Kirtys, Kiki, (Krusty)&lt;br /&gt;7. how old are you? 18&lt;br /&gt;8. what colour are your eyes? brown&lt;br /&gt;9. what size are your shoes? 6/7&lt;br /&gt;10. how tall (or short) are you? 169cm&lt;br /&gt;11. honestly, what do you like about yourself? my hair... i've come to accept it for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;12. do you think you're cute? like, duh... ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;13. hair colour? dark blonde. damn... i'm a bottle blonde.&lt;br /&gt;14. how many people sent you this? got it off my old blog&lt;br /&gt;15. do you wear contacts? nope&lt;br /&gt;16. favourite drink? water, boring as that may seem&lt;br /&gt;17. favourite alcoholic drink? champagne&lt;br /&gt;18. favourite month? december!!!&lt;br /&gt;19. favourite food? grandma's and mum's cooking!&lt;br /&gt;20. favourite thing you are not very good at? singing. hah!&lt;br /&gt;21. favourite clothing brand? dorothy perkins&lt;br /&gt;22. favourite day of the year? 24 December! Christmas par-tay!!!&lt;br /&gt;23. favourite colour? red&lt;br /&gt;24. favourite animal? cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*FAMILY AND FRIENDS*&lt;br /&gt;25. who are your best friends? Sophie&lt;br /&gt;25a. who are your close friends? IJ girls and T03 girls. love you!&lt;br /&gt;26. are your parents together? hell yea, 33 yrs and counting&lt;br /&gt;27. do you tell your parents or your friends more? friends, without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;28. anything special about your parents? everything.  they are very special people&lt;br /&gt;29. siblings and their ages? kimberly, 20; janine, 26; marc, 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*YES OR NO*~&lt;br /&gt;30. you're slutty? no&lt;br /&gt;31. you Mean? some days&lt;br /&gt;32. you like someone? no. where are you my tall, good-looking, 'not going to cheat on me', well-spoken, chivalrous dream boy? is that too much to ask? sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;33. you can keep secrets? yep&lt;br /&gt;34. you like britney spears? who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;35. you've liked a cousin? yea... but in a purely 'love my family' way... ewww&lt;br /&gt;37. you've seriously hurt someone? no&lt;br /&gt;38. you've been hurt seriously? yes&lt;br /&gt;39. you swear? when its appropriate&lt;br /&gt;40. you get your way? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;41. you're willing to try new things? within reason&lt;br /&gt;42. you've cheated on a test? yep (i am ashamed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*RIGHT NOW*~&lt;br /&gt;43. what are you wearing? t-shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;44. what are you listening to? aunty cat singing&lt;br /&gt;45. how are you feeling? sleepy and kinda of grimey&lt;br /&gt;46. what are you eating? nothing...&lt;br /&gt;47. how many people are online? 33&lt;br /&gt;48. how's the weather? cool but humid&lt;br /&gt;49. what books are you reading? Middlesex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*GIRLS ONLY*~&lt;br /&gt;52. how many lip glosses do you have? to many to count....&lt;br /&gt;53. what perfume do you use? be delicious by dkny&lt;br /&gt;54. what's in your purse? everything but money&lt;br /&gt;55. tall or short boys? tall.. definatley&lt;br /&gt;56. blonde or brunette guys? brunettes, no contest&lt;br /&gt;59. boxers showing? no. definately not.&lt;br /&gt;60. long hair or short hair on boys? not too short, not too long&lt;br /&gt;60. what do you find annoying in a guy? urgh... too many things. being uncomproming. not knowing when to be serious. being touchy (and i don't mean huggy). being bitchier than me. the list goes on.....&lt;br /&gt;61. what's the first thing you notice about guys? if he has dimples or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*OTHER QUESTIONS*~&lt;br /&gt;72. what was the last movie you saw? happy feet&lt;br /&gt;73. what did you have for dinner? popiah&lt;br /&gt;74. what are you hoping for? some sleep would be a start&lt;br /&gt;75. what movie do you really want to see? saint jack&lt;br /&gt;76. where is your favourite place to travel? aussie land&lt;br /&gt;77. what did you last dream about? i was attached to lex luther... hmm... kinda weird, no?&lt;br /&gt;79. if you were a crayon what colour would you be? black&lt;br /&gt;80. who was the last person you talked to on the phone? jarryl the editor&lt;br /&gt;81. do you like the person that sent this to you? since i got it off my blog... i guess thats a yes... i'm pretty sure i like me&lt;br /&gt;83. ever had a crush on a teacher? ewwww&lt;br /&gt;84. are you too shy to ask someone out? yes&lt;br /&gt;85. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings&lt;br /&gt;86. summer or winter? summer! i'd rather be sweaty than frozen&lt;br /&gt;87. relationships or one night stands? relationships.&lt;br /&gt;88. chocolate or vanilla? chocolate... but for icecream... french vanilla is the best!&lt;br /&gt;89. do you want your friends to write back? if i write to them first... yea, definately&lt;br /&gt;90. what did you do last night? got very happy at brewerks and cafe iguana, then slept over at tani baby's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-116515764030133969?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/116515764030133969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=116515764030133969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116515764030133969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116515764030133969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-116349156827006145</id><published>2006-11-13T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:06:08.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i just wanna forget about mass comm and the people in it. seriously, its all getting too complicated that i just can't keep up anymore. i mean, its only school. its only a grade. is a grade really worth your friends? is it worth your morals? since when did getting an A become more important than the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me that in a course all about communication, we seem so unable to communicate with the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;i'm at a loss. i can't even understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shear says: Its ok you still have me, you know that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crystal says: goh goh kristy!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. i'm passing my laptop around lecture now. sigh... aren't i glad i have you girls. muahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-116349156827006145?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/116349156827006145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=116349156827006145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116349156827006145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116349156827006145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-i-just-wanna-forget-about.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-116077083752535134</id><published>2006-10-14T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:20:37.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH TAGBOARD.COM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news... i submitted the canon dv entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big, huge thank you to all the people who helped us, whether it was being a lead or an extra. i know i'm a bitch when it comes to work but you guys bore with me and i'm so grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gazillion hugs and kisses to all of you and the crew as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEL: thanks so much for your guidance throughout post. you literally made it happen cos i was ready to give up there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANINE: you have been such an inspiration and source of support amidst all the crap that was happening during the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BOTH OF YOU: i can't thank the two of you enough. i know its not what you envisioned but hey, it's the effort that counts, eh? thanks for always being a phone call away and putting up with my blur-ness, limited knowledge and hissy fits. i love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARA: i looooove you and i've already told you why. muah muah muah. thanks so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-116077083752535134?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/116077083752535134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=116077083752535134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116077083752535134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116077083752535134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-somebody-tell-me-what-fuck-is.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-116059617914017355</id><published>2006-10-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:49:39.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... you know those days when everything seems to screw up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... i just had one of those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for lunch, realised that today was WEDNESDAY and that uncle johnny is deleting all the files from the FCP lab today and i still haven't dumped mine to tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed down to school and, thank godddd, he hadn't started deleting yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat down to dump to tape then realised that all my footage was digitised in anamorphic. had to change everything back to its non distorted form which took a good 3 hours... then realised that it was 4.50... rushed to dump the stuff... encountered several different problems leading to me not being able to dump. called johnny at 5... (btw, the lab closes at 5) he couldn't solve the problem. then he says come back tmr morning but here's the thing, all staff are going on retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY BLOODY RETREATS DO THESE PEOPLE NEED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every bloody fortnight they are going on retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this retreat last 2 days... that means till friday... and the deadline is friday.... and now... since i can't dump to tape... i have to burn to cd... that means i have convert the file to quicktime which will take freaking forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't i tell you it was one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-116059617914017355?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/116059617914017355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=116059617914017355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116059617914017355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116059617914017355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-116032759610182511</id><published>2006-10-09T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:13:16.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fill in the blanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i should&lt;/strong&gt; lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love&lt;/strong&gt; animals and my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't understand why&lt;/strong&gt; adults rule the world. we should leave it to the kids cos all they have to do is say they're sorry and they move on. no nuclear bombs or politics involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lose sleep over&lt;/strong&gt; other people's problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people say i am&lt;/strong&gt; lucky to have curly hair. yea right... you want it? no? i didn't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is&lt;/strong&gt; knowing the worst of someone and still wanting to be with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i like someone i&lt;/strong&gt; try not to let the cat out of the bag cos when i do, i lose interest very quickly. there's no fun when other people know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somewhere someone is&lt;/strong&gt; dying of starvation. visit one.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will always succumb to&lt;/strong&gt; my feline niece and nephew. one meow and i'll give em a treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'forever' is&lt;/strong&gt; a very very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i never want to&lt;/strong&gt; eat cheese and mayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think the current US president is&lt;/strong&gt; dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will never&lt;/strong&gt; commit suicide. i wouldn't know, but i bet its over-rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my past is&lt;/strong&gt; like movies, some are nice, some are forgetable, some i'd rather never see again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my greatest fear is&lt;/strong&gt; being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i get annoyed when&lt;/strong&gt; people try too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dog can&lt;/strong&gt; smoke pot and fly over roof tops while wearing red stilettos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kisses are the best when&lt;/strong&gt; i'm the recipient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow is&lt;/strong&gt; going to be one very long day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really want to&lt;/strong&gt; have one good, long, restful sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have low tolerance for&lt;/strong&gt; people who have no initiative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-116032759610182511?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/116032759610182511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=116032759610182511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116032759610182511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116032759610182511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/10/fill-in-blanks-maybe-i-should-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-116028987652231067</id><published>2006-10-07T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:44:36.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they're here! and they're going! 6 days to fit in visiting so many places is just exhausting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you're wondering who i'm talking about... its 'they' are my relatives from down under. jozef, james and aunty sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the night safari the other day and it was so much fun! seriously... i haven't been there since i was like 6 and going back there made me feel 6 all over again. the animals were so cute and when you're on the tram... they are SOOO close to you... as in... if you stick your hand out, you could pet them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... i saw a real life BAMBI... the spotted dears... so sweet and i have decided that anteaters are positively the ugliest creatures. but it was really fun apart from the fact that i felt like a tourist in my own country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that jozef and i seem to take the same type of photos all the time... this was taken when i went to sydney last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was taken when we went to the night safari a couple of days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/DSCF5838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/DSCF5838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at james' and my ultra high tech binoculars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/DSCF5830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/DSCF5830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then last night i went over to marc's and bonded with yoshi... my favourite boy cat.... he's so cuddly! i just love hugging him... it 's so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/DSCF5867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/DSCF5867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-116028987652231067?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/116028987652231067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=116028987652231067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116028987652231067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/116028987652231067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/10/theyre-here-and-theyre-going-6-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-115988951232234966</id><published>2006-10-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:34:57.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ok.. so FINALLY, i am updating this damn blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been through alot since the last time i blogged. ups, downs and everything in between that i'd rather not recall but will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really streched these days. so many things to do but so little time... trying to do too many things that i'm so scared i'm not going to be able to handle it and i'll just let everyone down. its funny how i'm stressed out but i'm having so much fun at the same time. don't get me wrong... its not, by any means, all fun and games but i love the feeling of constantly having something to do. i guess it makes me feel like i'm actually being useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep going and going until i'm sick and tired, literally... but i'm still going... trying to achieve a goal that always seems just out of my grasp. do i want to do this for the rest of my life? is this what i really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least a thousands thoughts are swimming in my head at any one given time that i get dizzy from trying to think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was reading my old blog a couple of days back and, boy, was i an angsty kid. mum told me the other day that i'm still angsty and snotty. i mean... so what if i'm not overly friendly right? i'm friendly enough.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendliness is over-rated... its fake... if you just met someone.. don't act like you've known them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait till you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; known that person forever then act accordingly. it's a simple logic but so many people just can't grasp it. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, janine (oldest sis) adopted a cat. maitai. she is the cutest little thing in the whole world and i love her so much. she's so little and adorable... except when she goes into pyscho mode and is generally being a little shit... like how she bites and pounces on me when i'm watching tv. then becomes skittish when you move too quickly. but she's hilarious... she sits like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v600/klea_8/07-09-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-115988951232234966?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/115988951232234966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=115988951232234966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115988951232234966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115988951232234966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-115275880172204755</id><published>2006-07-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:46:41.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok... so let me explain in detail the coolest 3 days i've experienced in a long time. i was on an actual set and there was actual lighting with an actual director and an actual director of photography and gaffers and grips and all that jazz. omg... it was so damn cool. and guess who the director was? you know beautiful boxer? that thai film? yep... the guy who directed that, eka chai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what was it for? the singapore tourism board is launching a new campaign and this was the tvc that is going to be released. it was huge. imagine the steps infront of the esplanade, we had about 6 to 7 vans parked all along the main road and traffic police directing traffic. we had huge lights and tracks for the camera. we had models for our talents. there were monitors for the clients and agency and a big umbrella that the director sat under with his AD... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and we filmed with 35mm film which was the most interesting part. and the camera is so pretty. i love the way film pickes up colour and lighting. the composition has so much depth and dynamics. noticed with video the image is flat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok well.. in PR now and have to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-115275880172204755?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/115275880172204755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=115275880172204755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115275880172204755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115275880172204755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/07/dream-come-true-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-115215005090469899</id><published>2006-07-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:40:50.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Break-ups and Make-ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. so what did i tell you? i failed my newswriting. GREAT. the failing was expected but what added insult to injury was that i actually got a B+. sigh... failing newwriting would be absolutely disastrous. lemme break it down for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fail newswriting = retake module = graduation delayed by 6 months = cannot take photo journ = :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo... let me dedicate this entry to my wonderfully sweet sister, kim. i know we've had our fights but you are one of the sweetest people i know. lemme break &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; down for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You always know what to say&lt;br /&gt;2. You're the only one i can talk to knowing you are still gonna love me after everything i have to say&lt;br /&gt;3. You don't judge me&lt;br /&gt;4. You help me out all the time&lt;br /&gt;5. You lend me cash when i'm desperate eventhough you don't have that much cash on you either&lt;br /&gt;6. you give me little suprises&lt;br /&gt;7.  you give good hugs&lt;br /&gt;8. you don't get too annoyed by my goofy-ness and sometimes you out-goof me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you i love you i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i'm such a bitch sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-115215005090469899?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/115215005090469899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=115215005090469899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115215005090469899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115215005090469899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/07/break-ups-and-make-ups-yep.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-115155853951493293</id><published>2006-06-28T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:22:19.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope I'm old before I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore idol is a friggin joke. the contestants are uncomfortable and uneasy on stage and they all look the same. and, those with above average singing capabilities are not getting voted for. i think that there is one explanation. singaporeans are either stupid, tone-deaf or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's started again and i'm really happy to be back. seeing a sea of friendly faces and getting loads of 'hello again' hugs; whats not to be happy about? projects are back in full force though and now, more than ever, teamwork is needed. because without that, why form a team? group meetings and majority voting is the most crucial. don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could transport myself to anywhere i wished in the blink of an eye. then maybe i wouldn't be late for lectures all the time. and when i just want to get away, i could go to the top of the eifffel tower or the golden gate bridge and just get away from everything thats going on in my life. sometimes you just need to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment tho, i would go to germany and watch the world cup. to all the mcp's who think that only guys can enjoy the game: honey, save it for someone who cares. there are more worthwhile things to get upset about, like the fact that grass grows too slowly or that we can't be jedis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my... its 3 hours till my doom. i know i'm going to fail news writing. you know how some idiots are like. "oohhhh... i'm goinggg to doo so baddddly" then they get a B or something. i'm think i'm actually going to fail. here are my reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mention that it was a grassroots movement&lt;br /&gt;late submission&lt;br /&gt;barely any news worthiness&lt;br /&gt;unclear new angle&lt;br /&gt;weird, out-of-nowhere quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, something worth looking forward to is always a good diversion. the robbie williams concert! yes, on november 18th, i will be jumping and shrieking robbie's name in time to his songs. ahhh, the sweet excitement of going to a concert. plus, its ROBBIE WILLIAMS. what more do you want? shear and i have already started practising our "AHH!!!! ROBBIE!!! WE LOVE YOU" cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I'm old, before I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I'll live to relive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The days gone by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I'm old before I die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well tonight I'm gonna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live for today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come along for the ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope I'm old before I die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-115155853951493293?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/115155853951493293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=115155853951493293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115155853951493293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115155853951493293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hope-im-old-before-i-die-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-115099175057448533</id><published>2006-06-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T03:58:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok long time since i blogged and here's the sum of all that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 admissions to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;1/2 semester over&lt;br /&gt;1 children's camp&lt;br /&gt;1 goodbye&lt;br /&gt;2 confessions&lt;br /&gt;2 romances&lt;br /&gt;-3 relationships&lt;br /&gt;1 operation&lt;br /&gt;2 major freak out sessions&lt;br /&gt;2 acceptances&lt;br /&gt;3 rejections&lt;br /&gt;2 dramas&lt;br /&gt;1 party to be planned&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;1 very stressed out me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-115099175057448533?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/115099175057448533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=115099175057448533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115099175057448533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/115099175057448533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-long-time-since-i-blogged-and-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114785695412352699</id><published>2006-05-17T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:09:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't believe that i didn't actually have school today but i spent my entire day in school. How lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio is so screwed up and i feel like such a bitch. even as i was saying things... i knew i was being bitchy but i said it anyway. i dunno... i feel so bad. Sorry gel and hui qi... i just hope this was for the best. gawd... i feel so crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i'm sitting here in the atrium and i'm bored to tears. sg new wave starts at 6 so i just have to wait an hour more. i'm wasting so much time lately. and i know i don't have that much time to waste. argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the angst of a teenage mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah... i feel sooo... seriously, i need sound effects and facial expressions to convey this. gawd.... argh!!!!! blah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking hell man... i think i'm psycho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114785695412352699?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114785695412352699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114785695412352699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114785695412352699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114785695412352699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-believe-that-i-didnt-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114768369913774784</id><published>2006-05-15T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:01:39.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the longest days are those which you spend doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radio editing is a bitch especially when you're freezing your bullocks off in the damn radio daw. (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sel&lt;/span&gt; concurs :P) sorry &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heikal&lt;/span&gt;, but the 16 degree thing is not likely and right now... i think my brain is moving at the speed of a crippled snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love azhar!&lt;/span&gt; (he feels left out if he's not mentioned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... thats all the self reflection i can handle at the moment. my hands are getting frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you know the bring it on cheer?&lt;br /&gt;    brr, its cold in here&lt;br /&gt;    there must be some toro's in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;    oh-ee-oh-ee-oh&lt;br /&gt;    ice, ice, ice&lt;br /&gt;when the girls in my school cheered it for the first time... i swear... i never heard anything so cheena in my life --&gt; no racism intended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114768369913774784?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114768369913774784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114768369913774784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114768369913774784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114768369913774784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/05/longest-days-are-those-which-you-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114726609068972768</id><published>2006-05-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T06:21:14.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She is OFFICIALLY my favourie model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is soooo pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is so sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*gush gush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/V255609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/V255609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/V255546_WEB123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/V255546_WEB123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/V254863_RCD88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/V254863_RCD88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/V243754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/V243754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/V254496_CROP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/V254496_CROP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/V253502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/V253502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114726609068972768?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114726609068972768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114726609068972768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114726609068972768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114726609068972768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/05/she-is-officially-my-favourie-model.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114721298243411662</id><published>2006-05-10T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:17:36.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How gorgeous is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alessandra Ambrosio, Victoria's Secret Model&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114721298243411662?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114721298243411662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114721298243411662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114721298243411662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114721298243411662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-gorgeous-is-she-alessandra.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114710637809522867</id><published>2006-05-09T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:42:30.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know why, but sometimes i get hit by an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. sitting here, in an empty house, i can't help thinking of the days in secondary school when life seemed so much less complicated. my mind can wander for hours just thinking about those times and then i find myself missing my friends so much that i can hardly breathe. things change and no matter how hard you promise each other that you'll never lose contact, you do. i think its the simple fact that we don't see each other everyday anymore. we don't even see each other every month anymore. and yet, it's only at moments like this that i realise how much i miss them. most of the time, i'm too wrapped up in my own life to even spare a thought for my childhood buddies. imagine seeing the same faces for 10 years, then all of a sudden, nothing. i guess i never really thought about what would happen after secondary school. you spend so much time together that it's a little hard to imagine what it would be like apart. at the same time, i love the fact that when we finally meet up, it's as if no time has passed and we are 15 again, just talking non-stop about nothing and everything. i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114710637809522867?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114710637809522867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114710637809522867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114710637809522867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114710637809522867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-why-but-sometimes-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114611930680587566</id><published>2006-04-26T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:07:30.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am such a dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i was off in my own world when miss ang said that there was no class on thursday so there i was in school, bright and early at 9am. dohh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hrs of time to myself made me realise that i am a very uninteresting person seeing as how i couldn't even entertain myself. so, i just sat in the library for 2 hrs and read books about photography (which were pretty boring anywayz). grrrr... AND i spent like 11 bucks on cab fare cos it was raining and i called a cab. so wasted seeing as how my cab fare is usually $4.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, later that day... i nearly DIED of boredom cos web d is sooo damn boring! i didn't get a thing that guy was saying. its like graph comm all over again!! seriously... i everytime i tried to pay attention, i got distracted 5 seconds later by something more interesting... like my nails growing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo... heres something i found on jasmine's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things that scare me&lt;br /&gt;1. insects&lt;br /&gt;2. the dark&lt;br /&gt;3. dying alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people who make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;1. kimberly&lt;br /&gt;2. jozef&lt;br /&gt;3. marc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i love&lt;br /&gt;1. my family&lt;br /&gt;2. taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;3. dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i hate&lt;br /&gt;1. hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;2. people who think they are "all that"&lt;br /&gt;3. cheese and mayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;1. money&lt;br /&gt;2. web d&lt;br /&gt;3. boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things on my desk&lt;br /&gt;1. earrings&lt;br /&gt;2. photos&lt;br /&gt;3. lecture notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I'm doing right now&lt;br /&gt;1. sitting&lt;br /&gt;2. typing&lt;br /&gt;3. having a major neck ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i want to do before i die&lt;br /&gt;1. lose weight (so i'll look good in my coffin)&lt;br /&gt;2. write a book/script&lt;br /&gt;3. find someone to love someone with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i can do&lt;br /&gt;1. dance pretty alright&lt;br /&gt;2. talk non-stop for 20 minutes about nothing&lt;br /&gt;3. shop non-stop for the whole day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ways to describe my personality&lt;br /&gt;1. unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;2. happy&lt;br /&gt;3. "manja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things i can't do&lt;br /&gt;1. live without hugs&lt;br /&gt;2. shut up&lt;br /&gt;3. be angry at someone for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... see how bored i am??? wanna go out but can't cos of a slight financial setback... haiyo.... i am so broke it is unreal... would anyone like to donate to the Kristy Campbell Foundation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114611930680587566?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114611930680587566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114611930680587566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114611930680587566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114611930680587566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-such-dumbass-apparently-i-was-off.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114571447043197955</id><published>2006-04-22T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:38:21.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.... I AM FINALLY FREEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more dance at 8am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all our SWEET, NICE, ADORABLE, DARLING friends for coming down to support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may lin for being such a sweetheart and doing the make up.&lt;br /&gt;squido for being my biggest fan! haha. love ya babe!&lt;br /&gt;kenneth and nat for being super duper team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114571447043197955?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114571447043197955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114571447043197955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114571447043197955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114571447043197955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114542880122849900</id><published>2006-04-18T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:40:01.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uncle pat was a judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i die now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god... seeing him after all these years and i'm still scared of him. i mean... my palms actually became sweaty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news tho... we got into the semis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite funny really... cos we didn't know any of the other contestants and we didn't bring any supporters.. so when our team name was call out... we were like... "hmm... riiight that's us..." and we just sat there... i mean... why jump up and down screaming right? sooo... since noone knew who we were... no one clapped... and everyone just sat there going... hus that? sigh... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sigh... i dunno... not that i want to jinx it... but i don't think we have a good chance of getting into the finals... i mean... 10 out of 20 teams? i don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and now we changed the music... and changed the steps... and we have to master this in 1 day??? i don't think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nevermind... i shall hope for the best but just not be naive about it. i don't really think i'd be heartbroken if we didn't get into the finals. oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GO TEAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants to come despite this... its at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugis Junction&lt;br /&gt;(fountain area)&lt;br /&gt;3 to 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114542880122849900?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114542880122849900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114542880122849900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114542880122849900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114542880122849900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/04/uncle-pat-was-judge.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114482944375582708</id><published>2006-04-11T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:10:44.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't mind editing but when the computer keeps screwing up every 5 minutes, you get a little agitated... you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... the auditions are on sunday. jeez... i've never had to audition for a competition before... and if uncle pat is judging... *faint* i'll just die. ok... uncle pat was my very FIRST dance teacher and he was scary as hell. and i knoooow how critical he is so there. i'll seriously die. right now i'm praying and praying that he's not going to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its funny how i thought i'd never dance again... but now i'm dancing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... in the editing lab now and i'm hungry as hell so i'm gonna find some food for stephano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114482944375582708?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114482944375582708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114482944375582708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114482944375582708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114482944375582708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-mind-editing-but-when-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114474427199805949</id><published>2006-04-11T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:31:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance. edit. entertain. sleep. dance. edit. entertain. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very interesting, fascinating story of my life at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored, to a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am stressed of impending stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114474427199805949?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114474427199805949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114474427199805949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114474427199805949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114474427199805949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/04/dance.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114399866507664994</id><published>2006-04-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:42:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'll be your crying shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be love's suicide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'll be better when i'm older&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... alot has happened since the last time i blogged. my darling stace is gone... sob sob... and i've been to chiang mai and back. i have to say... it was a good trip but i'm so so so happy to be home. there really is no place like it. towards the end of the trip i was so damn homesick. riiight crystal?? *nudge nudge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shear: you rock babe! my companion throughout the trip especially on those looong bus rides. i'm gonna miss our very loud, very out-of-tune songs that we sang even tho we didn't even know the lyrics! yep... and camera whoring in all the same poses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sel and fizah: the two bestest roomies a gal could ask for. all those late night mangos are taking its toll cause i have the worst sore throat now. haha. i'm gonna miss our late night heart-to-hearts when we're all tucked snug under the covers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to crystal: all nonsense that we talked about was funny as hell and the vespa gang was dead fun. jumping infront of random trees and taking photos plus riding and driving (badly) on scooters were some of the highlights on the trip. you're "milonelion"! and next time, if you annoy me... i promise not to kick you in the stomach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to anto: you are a great gal. hope the problem sorts itself out cause if it doesn't, we'll go have another drink, and another and another.... until the problem isn't the main issue anymore. it would be walking straight! there's never a dull moment when you are around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to val and jas: gonna miss getting all emo outside danials room late at night. yea... all the pseudo philosophical nonsense. good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to danial: thanks for being my listening ear before, during and after the trip. what was your song record? 15? haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. right now... i'm thinking... dear god please don't let me have forgotten anyone. but if i have, you knooow i love you!!!!! *cheesy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... tmr.... we have our first dance practice... at EIGHT AM!!! freaking hell... so i'd better sleep. we really only have 2 week to choreograph it and perfect it so i'm thinking that if we actually pull this off, we all deserve a HUGE pat on the back. jeez... i dunno how we're gonna do this. at the moment, it seems pretty impossible. nvm... we shall try. but i'm not setting my sights too high.. sorry kenneth :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn its late... better sleep or tmr... i'll OVERsleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114399866507664994?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114399866507664994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114399866507664994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114399866507664994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114399866507664994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-be-your-crying-shoulder-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114200844514381136</id><published>2006-03-10T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:36:22.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Stacey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember all the times we've shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these past eleven years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember what we've all been through;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the laughter and the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll never forget when we had those talks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our own annual tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We fought alot, didn't we babe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But that's all insignificant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We've been through so much all these years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our weird and retarded phases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Curious Play to "THE" Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and our primary school bus "fiiiiiestas"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18th of August is our day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you're not going to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not for your birthday, not for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not even for New Years'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to miss you so much, hon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're like a sister more than a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take care of yourself, my darling Stace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until I see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight was the last time I'm going to see you this year and I'm so upset about it. I wish i wasn't leaving so i could give you a proper goodbye. I'M GOING TO MISS YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please don't follow any weird japanese men and don't come back all "ko-ni-chi-wa". most of all... DON'T LOSE YOUR PASSPORT or you won't be able to come back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;keep yourself intact and in one piece and come home soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;remember to write, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;write, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;write!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love you so so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(a hundred hugs and kisses XOXO)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114200844514381136?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114200844514381136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114200844514381136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114200844514381136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114200844514381136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-stacey.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114148816757228280</id><published>2006-03-02T04:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T08:02:47.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STACE: i can't believe you are leaving. a part of me is so so happy for you and i'm really so proud that you are doing this. but the other part of me feels like i'm letting my sister go off all alone. stackles, please be careful and take care of yourself. god... i'm so worried for you. ( i feel like a parent : ) But i really am proud of you and i really respect the fact that you are brave enough to take such a big step. i'm going to miss you so much. write and email and come back soon. i love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... ive submitted my photos for the commonwealth photo competition. i don't really know whats going to come of it but... i guess i'm not expecting anything... over 3000 entries and only 6 prizes?... i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not pessimistic... realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh... i guess i should actually start the dance sessions for the alumni girls. but this whole chiang mai thing is creating a huge gap in the schedule... so i guess i'll have to teach kim.. then get kim to teach the class. i miss dancing so much.. i mean... i used to dance everyday... and the steps kinda just flowed... but now... i have to think and think before a step comes to mind. choreography is not as easy as i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh... holidays are here but my life still seems as busy as ever. first, chiang mai. second, dance. third, the photo competition (thats over). okay.. so only 3 things.. but i still feel as tho i'm being stretched. i just don't know where my days go... i seem to be constantly doing something and then, i sleep... and i start all, over again. right now, i just want the pace of life to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorta tired, physically and mentally, and it's like i just need a pillar to support me. sometimes i feel like i'm all alone in a crowd of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114148816757228280?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114148816757228280/comments/default' 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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-20561117.post-114130220444634468</id><published>2006-03-02T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T04:23:24.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sooo sick. and this sickness just makes me annoyed and pissed off. and now, the sickness has made me too tired to be pissed which leads to the fact that i really can't be fucked.  just let the sickness have what it wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114130220444634468?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114130220444634468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114130220444634468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114130220444634468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114130220444634468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-sooo-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-114106200073470089</id><published>2006-02-27T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:04:04.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been AGES since i last blogged and now here we are, one day from polishing off first year. gosh, i can't believe it. just the other day we were at orientation with me feeling as though i'd be the most retarded, stunted, loner, friendless person in the whole level. but alots happened since then and i'm so glad that i've made the friends that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T103:&lt;br /&gt;you guys rock! i'm so sad that we'll all have to change classes now... i mean, its as though we only really got comfortable with each other. anyways, you guys got my poly life off to a great start just by being so super friendly and... well... you. thanks so much! i hope that well manage to still stay close despite the change of classes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... i stumbled across this stupid thing on friendster and thought it was really amusing so let's try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VIRGIN COUNTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus 1% for everything thatyou'ved one.Then repost as your %. [ start with 100%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Smoked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Drank alcohol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Cried when someone died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Been drunk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Been to a concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Been verbally sexually harassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Verbally sexually harassed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.&lt;/strong&gt; (embarrassing as hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriendbefore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Been cheated on by aboyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.Been to prom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Cried at school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Gotten lost in a WalMart or adepartment store.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Went streaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Given a lap dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Had someone of the opposite sex inyour room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.Had someone of the opposite sexsleep over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Slept over at someone of the oppositesex's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.Kissed a stranger.&lt;/strong&gt; (air kiss counted?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.Hugged a stranger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Went scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.Driven a car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.Gotten an xray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.Had a party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.Played strip poker. &lt;/strong&gt;didn't get very far tho. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.Broken a bone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.Eaten sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.Watched porn. &lt;/strong&gt;(but i swear to god it was an accident!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Made porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Frenched kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42.Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43.Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44.Laughed yourself to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Stabbed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46.Shot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Trash talked someone and then actedlike their best friend the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48.Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49.Been online for 9 consecutive hours. &lt;/strong&gt;(suprising but true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50.Watched an animal die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51.Watched a person die. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.Kissed and/or messed aroundsomewhere withat least 1 person present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53.Pranked somebody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55.Snuck into someone's room and/oryour ownroom after being out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56.Kissed somebody of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.Dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58.Dressed goth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59.Dressed preppy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Been to a motocross race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61.Avoided somebody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.Been stalked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.Stalked someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64.Met a celebrity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65.Played an instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66.Ridden a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67.Cut yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. &lt;/strong&gt;(reverse)&lt;strong&gt; Bungee jumped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.Ding dong ditched somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70.Been to a wild party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Got caught stealing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72.Kicked a guy in the balls. &lt;/strong&gt;(my dad... by accident... opps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from afriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.Went out with your friend's crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.Got arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.Been pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77.Babysat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78.Been to another country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.Started your house on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.Had an encounter with a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82.Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd to be asked out by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83.Cried over a member of the oppositesex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85.Sat on your ass all day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86.Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;(yep! then felt sick but satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87.Had a job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88.Gotten cut from a sports team.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89.Been called a wh0re. &lt;/strong&gt;(in a joking way... i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90.Danced like a wh0re. &lt;/strong&gt;(heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Been mistaken for a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93.Been told you have beautiful eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94.Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.Raped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96.Danced in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.Been rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.Walked out of a restaurant withoutpaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99.Punched someone/slapped someonein theface.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.Been raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm 45% virgin. hah... riiiighto... moving on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... well.. i actually should get back to studying. damn medisoc. i HATE it... but not as much as i hate marketing so i guess i'll just have to grin and bear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-114106200073470089?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/114106200073470089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=114106200073470089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114106200073470089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/114106200073470089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113776033934159519</id><published>2006-01-20T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:32:19.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures, Posts and comPlaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were our lovely dishes last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hor'deurves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ingredients for chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... all in all... was a pretty bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8.20..... and i was supposed to be in class at 8.... my heart was pounding so hard! i hate the feeling of waking up with a start. you can almost predict that its going to be a bad day (which it was). when i reached school, i swear to god, i had already had about 5 heart attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least our script got approved (phew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was marketing... 'nuf said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... there was no more salad OR teriyaki chicken sandwiches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crystal, val and i stayed in sch to do our web graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL!! lemme tell you that you are sooo lucky to have left when you did cos a little while later... VAL AND I GOT BOOKED FOR EATING IN THE LIBRARY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so retarded... the librarian just stood at the window looking in, arms folded and we all just looked at each other. there were wrappers EVERYWHERE! kinder bueno, m&amp;m's, biscuits, sweets. IN FULL VIEW! haha. val and i were just like... "shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... long story short, we got booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? here's the proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/mumbirthday%20and%20friends%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to say, despite being late, getting booked, having marketing... i'm still in a pretty good mood. i just can't wait to go home and sleep tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson: do not drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 3 bottles of champagne&lt;br /&gt;                 2 bottles or red wine&lt;br /&gt;                 2 bottles of white wine&lt;br /&gt;                 cocktails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have class at 8 the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo... gotta get back to making this damn phone look 3D. haha... IF i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired yet suprisingly cheerful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113776033934159519?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113776033934159519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113776033934159519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113776033934159519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113776033934159519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures-posts-and-complaining-these.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113768470795385141</id><published>2006-01-19T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T07:31:47.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's turning 54 today... god... so old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dad's like... 57 this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cooked for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menu for the dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hor'deuvres&lt;br /&gt;cream of mushroom soup*&lt;br /&gt;aglio olio&lt;br /&gt;steak&lt;br /&gt;salad*&lt;br /&gt;home made chocolate*&lt;br /&gt;NYDC cake&lt;br /&gt;coffee/tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*made by yours truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... so full!! too much to eat. cannot speak in full sentences. incoherent. blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news? no one got food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad news? since i didn't get food poisoning, i have to go to school (and marketing) tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satisfied and feeling a little sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113768470795385141?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113768470795385141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113768470795385141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113768470795385141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113768470795385141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-mummy-mums-turning-54.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113748783318728484</id><published>2006-01-17T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:36:09.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok... we're almost there... the sem is gonna be over in like a couple of weeks. i can see the light at the end of the long, dark tunnel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what else i can't wait for?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OASIS!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!! i'm super duper excited. what could be more fun than going for a great rock concert with friends??? &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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my lovelies, my friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/200/whatsit%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/whatsit%20028.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/200/whatsit%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/21stNov2005%20033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/200/21stNov2005%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/christmas05%20and%20stuff%20023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/200/christmas05%20and%20stuff%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/lala%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/200/lala%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/21stNov2005%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113748783318728484?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113748783318728484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113748783318728484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113748783318728484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113748783318728484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok_17.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113732195714223019</id><published>2006-01-15T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:47:50.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i love my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously... even tho we fight quite a bit.. we're really close. see... i'm not gonna walk on egg shells around my siblings... if they annoy me... i'll tell em off... and they can be grumpy with me when they've had a bad day cos they know that i won't take it personally. i mean... i can honestly say that we really love each other despite our tempers, mood swings and weird habits. we've seen the worst of each other and we kinda just accept that that is who you are and there is nothing we can do to change you no matter what. i love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents bought kim and i kick-ass blades today at east coast park! with my old blades, it was sooo difficult to get going cos they were sooo old and you had to use soo much energy to get to a reasonable speed. with these new ones... oh my god... its heaven on earth... the world kind of flies by you and you feel like you're in one of those badly made movies where people get kicks out stupid things. wind in your hair, sun shining. yep. it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went swimming at temasek club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh!!! i found the perfect place to film for Location Video. took lots of pics of the place so hopefully my lovely group will approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... got to find a place that develops medium format film... photo finish will reck my precious photos if i send them there for developing cos i don't even think that they know of medium format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to develop the pics from my super sampler and holga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. that's about it for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;healthy activities and unhealthy food&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113732195714223019?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113732195714223019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113732195714223019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113732195714223019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113732195714223019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-my-family-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113714798403062743</id><published>2006-01-13T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T02:26:24.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/107_church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/107_church.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget the cigerettes and drugs... the church will get the job done&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/091_knees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/091_knees.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your word for it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/088_handjobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/088_handjobs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again... i'll take your word for it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/086_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/086_water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no shit, sherlock&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/094_eat_here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/094_eat_here.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the warning! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/106_fuk_mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/106_fuk_mi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best sushi in the world&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/098_bat_cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/098_bat_cave.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, Robin. To the Batmobile!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/122_kidding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/122_kidding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kinda sign&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/092_mosquitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/092_mosquitos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marketing/advertising anyone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113714798403062743?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113714798403062743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113714798403062743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113714798403062743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113714798403062743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/hilarious-signs.html' title='Hilarious signs'/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113713976049789688</id><published>2006-01-12T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:09:20.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>facials are the most painful thing that a person could voluntarily put themselves through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain &lt;br /&gt;pain &lt;br /&gt;pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus with my crappy complexion there's so much squeezing and other painful stuff to do. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had loc vid today but our damn tape was screwed up cos there was no audio... we spent so much time figuring out the visuals that we totally forgot about the audio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word to the wise:&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT USE STATION 4&lt;br /&gt;it's sole, evil mission is to screw up your project and make you fail. &lt;br /&gt;its a bloody conspiracy. grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET YOYO... &lt;br /&gt;it's like he can't grasp the concept of ROMANCE. why must there be a conflict?&lt;br /&gt;we're CONSTRUCTING the MEDIA MESSAGE to make it seem as tho its a match made in heaven... &lt;br /&gt;but noooo... there must be a conflict.&lt;br /&gt;the TRUE path to cheap mediacorp productions&lt;br /&gt;what happened to quality and creativity?&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;the guy knows what he's talking about...&lt;br /&gt;in terms of shots, framing and all that jazz...&lt;br /&gt;he's just soo hard to explain things to cos &lt;br /&gt;HE DOESN'T LISTEN!!! &lt;br /&gt;nvm... i think our storyline is pretty interesting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**eww... am at my aunt's pace and her dog just farted. urgh... now the room stinks. gross*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was SUPPOSED to go for this briefing thing in school but the guy who called me didn't even tell me WHERE the briefing was and he called from a private number so it's not like i could call him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passive and can't be bothered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113713976049789688?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113713976049789688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113713976049789688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113713976049789688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113713976049789688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/facials-are-most-painful-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113704369186012268</id><published>2006-01-11T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:36:09.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm FATT!!! even jaime said so. he took this picture and i was like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ahh!! my arms are so fat!"&lt;br /&gt;"yar ah... they seem fatter than mine!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so upset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menreet and i are gonna work out non-stop during the hols. yes! i WILL lose weight. i'm telling you, australia weight is so difficult to lose. i mean... australia fat isn't just fat... it's like LARD! urgh! can just get liposuction NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why people think that that "dawn yung" chick is pretty. i mean... if she was born like that.. sure, she's pretty. but i can't help looking at her and just thinking that she is PURE PLASTIC. true beauty is natural and you can't reconstruct your face and be considered beautiful. it just doesn't work that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god... i just won't be able to handle the pain after the op. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate hospitals. i been there so often for so many different things that i have so many memories there. Even the disgusting clinical medicinal smell that all hospitals reek of trigger my thoughts. life is so short. at this very moment, I AM DYING. i am one second closer to my death as every breath passes. death just facinates me. i can't help it. no, i'm not going to commit suicide or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the media is a really bad business to be in. it's so unethical. how the hell am i going to sleep at night KNOWING that i trick people for a living. hah! marketing is the WORST. gawd.. i hate it sooo much. i mean... sure... i guess if i tried really hard, i could do it. but the fact remains that i hate the subject. i just would never ever do that as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113704369186012268?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113704369186012268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113704369186012268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113704369186012268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113704369186012268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-fatt-even-jaime-said-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113688290782455999</id><published>2006-01-10T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:48:27.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wouldn't mind dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i died tomorrow, i'd me absolutely fine with it. yeah, there are things that i wanna do but i wouldn't be shattered if i didn't manage to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen so much death lately that i figure it can't be all bad. i wouldn't care if i'm not remembered. i wouldn't care if noone attended my funeral. when you're dead, what does it matter right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens when you die?&lt;br /&gt;is it like falling asleep forever?&lt;br /&gt;do you just end?&lt;br /&gt;does your consciousness just stop existing?&lt;br /&gt;Is there an afterlife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could die just for a moment, to see what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i die and realise that i don't like being dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alive and i don't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113688290782455999?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113688290782455999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113688290782455999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113688290782455999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113688290782455999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wouldnt-mind-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113679063923120437</id><published>2006-01-08T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:10:39.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... i have been inspired after my long phone conversation with my darling soph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting... (not that you really need to know... i just feel like being random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my top 7 turn ons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheek dimples&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/wallpaper_chad02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/wallpaper_chad02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/anson_mount12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/anson_mount12.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Musician/singer&lt;br /&gt;(if only michael buble looked like he sounded. whatever. he's so sexy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/michaelbuble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/michaelbuble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tall&lt;br /&gt;4. Makes me laugh but not goofy&lt;br /&gt;5. Orlando and Johnny (oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/Johnny-Depp-Orlando-Bloom---Pirates-of-the-Caribbean--C10123798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/Johnny-Depp-Orlando-Bloom---Pirates-of-the-Caribbean--C10123798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. nice eyes &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/1600/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6175/363/320/chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. bad boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... i was gonna go for top 10 but i could only think of 7. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contented and smiley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113679063923120437?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113679063923120437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113679063923120437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113679063923120437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113679063923120437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113677044592810751</id><published>2006-01-08T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:34:05.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to fail marketing. i mean... i know it for sure. it's not like i'm going "i'm gonna fail, i'm gonna fail" but i end up with a C or something... i really am GOING TO FAIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. &lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabethtown was really bad. DO NOT WATCH IT. it had it's moments but for the most part... i was really bored. okok... it was really sweet but really weird too... so i don't think the sweetness can counter the weirdness. oh well... the company was good. *winks*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how IJ is doing... the new campus i mean... we spent our entire secondary school life doing fund-raising and we didn't even get to enjoy the fruits of our labour. yeah yeah... we all know it was for the "greater good of the IJ family" but i at least want to see how it turned out. was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to go for the open house on saturday.. but.... marketing blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already decided the occupations that i am NOT doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graphic designer (much to the disappointment of brother marc)&lt;br /&gt;web designer&lt;br /&gt;marketer&lt;br /&gt;advertiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... that pretty much covers it. sometimes i think that i should have taken FSV instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oblivious and ignorant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113677044592810751?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113677044592810751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113677044592810751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113677044592810751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113677044592810751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-going-to-fail-marketing.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113659434803587673</id><published>2006-01-06T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:44:50.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh... i am sooo tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home yesterday at 3... started studying at 5... went to sleep at 12... woke up at 5... and i'm still studying. gawd... marketing is not a "study at the last minute" subject. **yawn** i can't wait for this day to be over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... my new year's resolution of losing weight isn't progressing too well. and after today, i don't think the resolution of doing better in school is gonna be fairing too well either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need retail therapy... sigh... and now that i'm not working... i can't just slurge. blah. i just realised that half of the things that i buy are on impulse to make me feel better... then i realise that i don't really like the thing i bought so i get upset and go and buy someting else on impulse.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A VICIOUS CYCLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.... at the moment... the only subject that i can count on is CATS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my GPA is gonna be so low this sem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoyed and tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113659434803587673?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113659434803587673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113659434803587673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113659434803587673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113659434803587673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113644941100712963</id><published>2006-01-05T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:23:31.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>presenting my brand new blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... its been AGES since i last blogged and i have been hit by a sudden blast of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the work load at school is so heavy that i'm going to be crushed by the sheer pressure and stress of it. sigh... another new year in the same old life. i can't belive i'm turning 18. i still feel 14. growing up kinda sucks, ya know... i just wanna be a kid forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marketing, graph comm, web graph, blah blah blah... *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i heard something quite disturbing today. and my reaction was just like "huh?". i was in total shock! i mean... i'm not even pissed or anything... i'm more grossed out than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the most disturbing is that *** didn't tell person... *** told PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113644941100712963?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/feeds/113644941100712963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20561117&amp;postID=113644941100712963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113644941100712963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20561117/posts/default/113644941100712963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kris--.blogspot.com/2006/01/presenting-my-brand-new-blog-well.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659942601355416902</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-20561117.post-113644582932661900</id><published>2006-01-04T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:23:49.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>this is me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20561117-113644582932661900?l=kris--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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