<?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-31749745</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:46:38.652+08:00</updated><category term='myra'/><category term='guinea pig'/><category term='diet'/><category term='videos'/><category term='paper mache'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Special Places'/><category term='arts and crafts'/><category term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Life As a Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-7707497672169857736</id><published>2011-08-16T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:52:50.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>And So The Nightmare Begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eagh2cHSyo/TkqRm7enNzI/AAAAAAAAEKg/nAcn7cU2_hg/s1600/2011-08-16-18.44.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eagh2cHSyo/TkqRm7enNzI/AAAAAAAAEKg/nAcn7cU2_hg/s400/2011-08-16-18.44.31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641481581222115122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School has started! And I am finding it so hard to get motivated to study. Well wouldn't you find it hard too if you have a textbook like mine? Look at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was telling my dear friend Aarthi "Isn't it funny how we start school with the best of intentions to study, but by the end of semester we just can't be bothered to go to lectures?" Well with a textbook like that, all the good intentions in the world won't be able to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need to bring out my colorful highlighters and concentrate very intensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the torture commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-7707497672169857736?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/7707497672169857736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-so-nightmare-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7707497672169857736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7707497672169857736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-so-nightmare-begins.html' title='And So The Nightmare Begins.'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eagh2cHSyo/TkqRm7enNzI/AAAAAAAAEKg/nAcn7cU2_hg/s72-c/2011-08-16-18.44.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2798724156475302614</id><published>2011-07-18T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:33:35.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>Aging Scares Me</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone else has ever experienced this, and I don't know if I'm just being paranoid or overreacting. But I'm really afraid of aging. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a while ago, my family (extended with grandparents) went to the airport to send off my young uncle. He lives in Northern Ireland and comes every half a year or so he comes to Singapore for a month to visit us and his friends and especially his mom, dad and aunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently my grandmother sprained her spine twice in just one month. She is now unable to walk for any period of time, and now takes her meals upstairs in her room because it hurts her too much to walk down the stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was in Northern Ireland, every time I came to visit I was struck by how much she has shrunk. I certainly have not grown taller, and I chalked it up to imagining her as being bigger than she really is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However after spraining her spine I realised just how much she has shrunk. She has grown weaker, smaller. Obviously she's not able to do what she used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching my uncle say goodbye to my grandmother today has brought to my attention just how limited the time I have with my grandparents is. My usually cheerful uncle would stop smiling when he said his farewell to his mom. He knows just as well as we do that each time he leaves, there's a very real chance of it being the last time he ever sees her. Now, more than ever, there's a chance that this goodbye could be the very last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This scares me. On the ride home I thought about how much time I have left with my grandmother and grandaunt. Looking at the two tiny frames sitting beside me, I thought about the two women who raised me up. For the first 12 years of my life they were the most prominent people in my tiny existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not being stupid about this. I knew all along that Death would come to everyone eventually. I just did not realise that death would come to those so close to my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that my grandma is far from fit. She is certainly not fit enough to make the meatballs I love so much (I now have a scar on my lip because of those meatballs). And she is most certainly not fit enough to run after me while I escape with that extra slice of cheese when I was 6. Thinking about all those little things that my grandma and grandaunt did for me, it never fails to make me cry when I start thinking about how one day they will never be around again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As shallow as this is, I wonder if my grandmother ever thinks about how things were when she was young and fit. I wonder if they have anything that they regretted. And most of all, I wonder if I would be able to remember them when I am just as old as them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, as much as I want to start a family, I don't think beyond having a baby. It's just so hard to get my mind wrapped around having adult children. No matter how hard I try, I find it really hard to think about myself being in the same position as my grandmother is in now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before my mind gets blown, I have to remember that I'm still only 20 going on 21. I still have the first semester of the second year of university to go through (that'll be stressful). I still have to send Saheed off to army and wait for two years before he's a civilian again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a smaller scale, I have a little excess weight I want to get off. So I still have to go to the gym tomorrow. And I still have a teeny tiny gathering of three people after gym. We're going to go to a dimsum buffet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During times when I'm so very depressed and sad, sometimes I guess I just have to get through things one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2798724156475302614?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2798724156475302614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/07/aging-scares-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2798724156475302614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2798724156475302614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/07/aging-scares-me.html' title='Aging Scares Me'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2612375680381839320</id><published>2011-06-26T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:47:49.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>Fishy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4ZxsOMSQSw/TgcqZ4pyP8I/AAAAAAAAEHw/44vhifdrZWY/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4ZxsOMSQSw/TgcqZ4pyP8I/AAAAAAAAEHw/44vhifdrZWY/s400/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622509283988094914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was Delphian Rose's first gig in a long time and I was asked to help them photograph the event. It was a sorta band gathering, so it had a relaxed atmosphere and stuff. As great as the gig was, I found myself very distracted by the cute little fishies that were in the bar. So I took a couple of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfzXxwvwKEo/TgYP3zmPt-I/AAAAAAAAEHg/dxQCUAUMpG4/s400/DSC_0271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622198636236486626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine just how much rock those goldfish have heard in their lifetime? I have no idea if they enjoy rock but I guess they haven't really got a choice. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the way the tail looks so swishy in this picture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdUOhNMCXlY/TgYP4DULz7I/AAAAAAAAEHo/5R-uBAMT3Ys/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622198640455700402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2612375680381839320?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2612375680381839320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/fishy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2612375680381839320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2612375680381839320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/fishy.html' title='Fishy!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4ZxsOMSQSw/TgcqZ4pyP8I/AAAAAAAAEHw/44vhifdrZWY/s72-c/DSC_0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1635146576374016298</id><published>2011-06-14T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:26:40.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>Mmmm Foood..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHsfysH1_Zw/TfdE3Vk9XgI/AAAAAAAAEFI/RXdy2w5aawo/s1600/2011-06-12%2B16.03.09.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHsfysH1_Zw/TfdE3Vk9XgI/AAAAAAAAEFI/RXdy2w5aawo/s400/2011-06-12%2B16.03.09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618034777643638274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday was my cousin's wedding day. It was a really nice wedding, great ambience, so romantic and all that. But one thing that really caught me was the dessert. It was baked chocolate pudding.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I love chocolate as much as the other girl and after reading that on the menu I can't help but feel excited for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoVI3rA8IZ4/TfdE2waCm5I/AAAAAAAAEFA/j4NTlngv0K0/s1600/2011-06-12%2B16.02.57.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoVI3rA8IZ4/TfdE2waCm5I/AAAAAAAAEFA/j4NTlngv0K0/s400/2011-06-12%2B16.02.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618034767665732498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't disappoint. The outside was crumbly and warm, and in the inside was this irresistably rich, thick chocolate sauce that just blows you away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAGgQWb4okE/TfdE4PatvmI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/aFO0ZK8EQJM/s1600/2011-06-12%2B16.08.55.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAGgQWb4okE/TfdE4PatvmI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/aFO0ZK8EQJM/s400/2011-06-12%2B16.08.55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618034793169927778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day, was the first time I became speechless after I ate something. It was that good. I'm not kidding!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh, I've got my priorities right. Well done me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1635146576374016298?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1635146576374016298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/mmmm-foood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1635146576374016298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1635146576374016298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/mmmm-foood.html' title='Mmmm Foood..'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHsfysH1_Zw/TfdE3Vk9XgI/AAAAAAAAEFI/RXdy2w5aawo/s72-c/2011-06-12%2B16.03.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8064631526694576320</id><published>2011-06-06T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:05:02.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>Magic Hair!</title><content type='html'>Should I say it? I mean, it's a big thing to admit to...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think....that I have magic hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started back in NI when Nanny's grandchild came to visit. He was a grown up and he already had three children, one of whom was a baby toddler. He kept wanting to be carried by me, in spite of all the other people surrounding him with open, loving arms. But nooo, he chose me instead. Stretching out his arms towards mee! The moment he got into my arms he grabbed onto my hair and started playing. See? Look at how my wonderful hair attracts people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My magical hair can also work on animals. Eventually Auntie Heather got two Yorkshire terrier puppies. Everytime the jumped onto my lap, they'd go straight to my hair, chewing on it and whatnot. They were tiny! And soo adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came my guinea pigs. I realised that with both Toffee and Sweetpea, they love running towards my hair the moment they notice my hair is untied and they'd bury their heads in it. Cuteness is unbearable. Just an hour ago, during cuddle time with Sweetpea, she kept running towards he hair on my chest and putting her head in it. She likes to sleep lying on her side. Toffee, she would sit on my tummy and run up toward the hair on my shoulders, and sometimes even go to the back of my neck. She's an adventurous one ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh. Having magic hair is a large responsibility indeed :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8064631526694576320?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8064631526694576320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8064631526694576320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8064631526694576320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic-hair.html' title='Magic Hair!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6051749744772468512</id><published>2011-06-05T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:22:47.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Meal of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq_v_OqpdoY/TeuPg0VIL8I/AAAAAAAAEDw/tpLbUDnsNeY/s1600/2011-06-05%2B09.56.21.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq_v_OqpdoY/TeuPg0VIL8I/AAAAAAAAEDw/tpLbUDnsNeY/s400/2011-06-05%2B09.56.21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614739154413301698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I went grocery shopping with my mom, and at the "Bakery needs" aisle, (seriously? Bakery &lt;i&gt;needs&lt;/i&gt;? I guess flour is pretty essential in baking. But still..) I found a bottle of hundreds and thousands. When I was really young, like 5, my mom used to put hundreds and thousands into my bread just to make me eat it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom bought it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this morning I had hundreds and thousands on bread and butter for breakfast. It looks so happy! Look at all that happy colour. Ahhh...&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, my friends, is The Meal of Happiness. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6051749744772468512?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6051749744772468512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/meal-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6051749744772468512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6051749744772468512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/meal-of-happiness.html' title='The Meal of Happiness'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq_v_OqpdoY/TeuPg0VIL8I/AAAAAAAAEDw/tpLbUDnsNeY/s72-c/2011-06-05%2B09.56.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3729526223322838724</id><published>2011-06-05T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:22:58.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><title type='text'>I've Failed! :(</title><content type='html'>So I was looking at Toffee and Sweetpea's little claws right, and I decided to trim the claws down so that they won't scratch me so much. At past 12am in the morning. Cos I'm smart like that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...It went better than the last time. Since they've become more tame now, they kinda not move as much. Also, I find that when I hold the individual paw it's easier. Except! For the toes. See their little feet are kinda hard to get hold of. Also there's all that toe hair in the way obstructing my view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accidentally cut the quick on one of Sweetpea and Toffee's toes :'( Toffee especially, because she has so much more toe hair that covers the whole nail. It hasn't stopped bleeding in the past 2 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might just cry now. I feel like the worse owner ever. I made them bleed! Poor babies. I've put them back into the cage and according to a few people it'll stop bleeding on it's own and there's not much else to do. I hope it doesn't get infected!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3729526223322838724?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3729526223322838724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-failed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3729526223322838724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3729526223322838724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-failed.html' title='I&apos;ve Failed! :('/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8705475000582501256</id><published>2011-06-03T23:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:15:00.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><title type='text'>Taming the Guinea Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1wZh7KrdeI/Tej4xZhV-9I/AAAAAAAAECQ/c55fbxdsMAc/s1600/2011-05-30-09.52.43.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1wZh7KrdeI/Tej4xZhV-9I/AAAAAAAAECQ/c55fbxdsMAc/s400/2011-05-30-09.52.43.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614010463065340882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember in &lt;a href="http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/progress.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post when I was trying to tame my babies? Well I think I can safely say that I've succeeded. In less than 3 months I can now get them to sleep when they're just chilling on my lap.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbk8kB9BNOs/Tej4xsbGFgI/AAAAAAAAECY/hMDykwTfT8c/s1600/2011-06-01%2B00.25.16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbk8kB9BNOs/Tej4xsbGFgI/AAAAAAAAECY/hMDykwTfT8c/s400/2011-06-01%2B00.25.16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614010468139406850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping place #1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They love to sleep right next to my forearm. Today I tried having both of them on my lap then I realised that both of them need to be stroked or cuddled next to my forearm in order to settle down or sleep. I am flattered but it was slightly inconvenient cos it left me with no hands. Still! Love it when they sleep on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--MSqT5ebUxs/Tej4yHo_mjI/AAAAAAAAECg/OfMQuuO9NAA/s1600/2011-06-02%2B00.30.49.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--MSqT5ebUxs/Tej4yHo_mjI/AAAAAAAAECg/OfMQuuO9NAA/s400/2011-06-02%2B00.30.49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614010475445459506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chillin' place #1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occasionally when I put them on my large, soft, tummy, they will run up to my shoulder of chest and just sit there looking out at I don't know what. If I have my hair down, they'll be burrowing under my hair, or just sitting with their heads in it. I don't like to have them sitting there for too long. It'll be horrendous if they jump!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been struggling abit on what to write about. It's just so odd and I have no idea what to write about sometimes. I started this blog ages ago just so I could have a place to vent my frustrations and rant about stuff. It's my cyber diary. So now that I have a confidante, and now that I have someone to talk to about random things, sometimes I forget all the interesting things I come up with (don't worry you're not missing much). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo yea. Ha. Views on my nail blog has surpassed views on this blog. I'm quite proud of myself. Heehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8705475000582501256?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8705475000582501256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/taming-guinea-pig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8705475000582501256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8705475000582501256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/06/taming-guinea-pig.html' title='Taming the Guinea Pig'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f1wZh7KrdeI/Tej4xZhV-9I/AAAAAAAAECQ/c55fbxdsMAc/s72-c/2011-05-30-09.52.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-7949189369341978678</id><published>2011-05-26T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:07:47.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>Sunset at Pasir Ris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOrgNiYagzU/Td5slsN6whI/AAAAAAAAEA8/4w9UC3Yu6oc/s1600/2011-05-22%2B19.12.09.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOrgNiYagzU/Td5slsN6whI/AAAAAAAAEA8/4w9UC3Yu6oc/s400/2011-05-22%2B19.12.09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611041580530713106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm feeling a little lazy today so here's a photo of a gorgeous sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-7949189369341978678?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/7949189369341978678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunset-at-pasir-ris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7949189369341978678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7949189369341978678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunset-at-pasir-ris.html' title='Sunset at Pasir Ris'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOrgNiYagzU/Td5slsN6whI/AAAAAAAAEA8/4w9UC3Yu6oc/s72-c/2011-05-22%2B19.12.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8799644710195817541</id><published>2011-05-21T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T16:16:34.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>I'm FREEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey everyone! I'm finally free of my exams. It's such a wonderful feeling even though I'm still sick and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been gymming alot, and I haven't been controlling my diet so diet-wise...not so good. However! I went to gym yesterday and I realised I only put on 0.5kg which is pretty good considering I've been reaching out to potato chips and chocolate pretty much on a daily basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, the babies are doing great! Sweetpea is such a sweetheart. Toffee is really the more dominant one, so she doesn't seem as dependent on me as Sweetpea. But that's ok. Here's what they look like now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEgtqEJ6aQg/TddxlNAgTnI/AAAAAAAAD_8/M9KdnNdaqCU/s400/2011-05-16%2B21.18.54.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609076744874118770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGdxLIbiXh8/TddxlbT3oQI/AAAAAAAAEAE/w_U_sAHLTaw/s400/2011-05-16%2B21.45.18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609076748713435394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sweetpea sometimes sleeps on my chest and Toffee loves to stand on my shoulder and just look at everything. I heard guinea pigs are short sighted though so I cannot imagine what she could be seeing that's so interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of them are kinda toilet trained now. About 75% of the poop goes into the litter tray which is brilliant! And Sweetpea refuses to pee on me. Haha. I was sitting down with her while studying and she was just chilling in the folds of my very large shirt when suddenly she started fussing and running around. In spite of giving her a little treat (a tiny piece of apple) she still wouldn't settle. This went on for a good half hour before I put her back into the cage. After which she promptly backed up a few steps and started peeing. Such a good girl ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just done cleaning their cage and because both of them have been sitting in their weewee they need a little butt bath. Sweetpea hated it. She also hates that brush that I use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVXerXlP1KI/TddxkwrBTHI/AAAAAAAAD_0/OngGyQGcTNo/s400/2011-05-21%2B14.02.24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609076737267813490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again in other news! I rebonded my hair to make my fringe (and my mane)  more manageable. I kinda miss my curls. But who knows maybe I would wait till my real hair grows to an acceptable length and cut it really short. Maybe when I've lost enough weight so I don't look like a butch. I wasn't in the best of moods yesterday but let's not get into that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juJXMDOpfIA/TddxlqH7M8I/AAAAAAAAEAM/N3ZPefHLpeI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-20%2Bat%2B21.21%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juJXMDOpfIA/TddxlqH7M8I/AAAAAAAAEAM/N3ZPefHLpeI/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-20%2Bat%2B21.21%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609076752689869762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juJXMDOpfIA/TddxlqH7M8I/AAAAAAAAEAM/N3ZPefHLpeI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-20%2Bat%2B21.21%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got a new phone! A Samsung Galaxy Ace. Saheed chose it for me, seeing as I have no idea what to choose. There were so many choices! Here is the phone cover which I customised on my own cos I was bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd0w0vRcF4Y/TddxlyuegsI/AAAAAAAAEAU/bAYO8sFVZSo/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-20%2Bat%2B23.42.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd0w0vRcF4Y/TddxlyuegsI/AAAAAAAAEAU/bAYO8sFVZSo/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-20%2Bat%2B23.42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609076754999050946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have for today. For the one remaining reader who made it here, you get a prize!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLL-8i4eCl0/Tddz-CIQ-aI/AAAAAAAAEAc/IbJlVPQJTic/s400/IMG_8111%2B%255B800x600%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609079370473863586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a picture of a 3 week old white teddy guinea pig. Her name is Sheepy and she already has an owner. But the sight of her really makes me smile. Look at how fluffy she is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8799644710195817541?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8799644710195817541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-freeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8799644710195817541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8799644710195817541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-freeee.html' title='I&apos;m FREEEE'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEgtqEJ6aQg/TddxlNAgTnI/AAAAAAAAD_8/M9KdnNdaqCU/s72-c/2011-05-16%2B21.18.54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2521988706390086766</id><published>2011-05-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:36:17.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Pokemon Theme Song Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zRaL2T-BC4I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it! The chords are awesome heehee. Someone give him a medal. He deserves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2521988706390086766?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2521988706390086766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/pokemon-theme-song-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2521988706390086766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2521988706390086766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/pokemon-theme-song-cover.html' title='Pokemon Theme Song Cover'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zRaL2T-BC4I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2466891752157695484</id><published>2011-05-08T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:05:48.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><title type='text'>Hurtling towards adulthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htu0d1SzL28/TcaTUA_JU6I/AAAAAAAAD-c/KSZ2sNrVwhs/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My babies have grown so much! I've been training Sweetpea and Toffee to stand on command and now, I can proudly say that they have learnt how to stand! They need to have a nice juicy treat in front of them to be able to do the trick but still, I don't expect them to run after my fingers trying to eat/lick it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toffee has taken in sitting in her own pee. *sigh* It doesn't really cause her alot of harm, but I don't like seeing her tail fur all matted up. So I trimmed her fur at the back-end and give her bum a weekly bath. Surprisingly, she prefers cool water to warm water. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5h3i_ghiZo/TcaTHmYmwhI/AAAAAAAAD-E/38jLXDAvSqw/s1600/DSC_0207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5h3i_ghiZo/TcaTHmYmwhI/AAAAAAAAD-E/38jLXDAvSqw/s400/DSC_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604328545081278994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5h3i_ghiZo/TcaTHmYmwhI/AAAAAAAAD-E/38jLXDAvSqw/s1600/DSC_0207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My little baby after her weekly bath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to feed them as big a variety of vegetables as I can. They'll have at least two kinds of vegetables everyday! Lucky things. Both my little sister and mom commented that the babies lead better lives than us. Ah well what can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCmIUpfTTp0/TcaTH6TliGI/AAAAAAAAD-M/7JQg2JYmFN8/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604328550428936290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;An assortment of hay-containers have been tried, including a hay trough, which didn't work. Because the hay trough is so big, the babies are able to jump in and they poop and pee in it. More work for me = bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lT7YxERUR40/TcaTHXoaqzI/AAAAAAAAD98/i7OfNhJ27iE/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604328541121063730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Recently Toffee has taken to sitting in the litter tray looking really&lt;i&gt; round&lt;/i&gt;. See the photo below? It's only half as round as how round she looks when she sits there. She literally looks like a little ball with a face. As for Sweetpea, she loves to stretch out along the side of the cage or in a corner and just doze there. They are soo sweet and I love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htu0d1SzL28/TcaTUA_JU6I/AAAAAAAAD-c/KSZ2sNrVwhs/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htu0d1SzL28/TcaTUA_JU6I/AAAAAAAAD-c/KSZ2sNrVwhs/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604328758380680098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZIh-bi9jyo/TcaTT2MMnnI/AAAAAAAAD-U/dbM1BjUHqDs/s1600/DSC_0132.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZIh-bi9jyo/TcaTT2MMnnI/AAAAAAAAD-U/dbM1BjUHqDs/s400/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604328755482631794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've been pretty busy with exams and have been spending less time with the babies. I feel guilty but I do try to spend quality time with them in the morning when I feed them, when I get back to give them their supper and at night when I tuck them into bed. (Yea, I just put their bed into the cage. I take it out during day time so they have more space to run about in.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More updates soon! Can't wait till they're all grown up. Heehee. They've been growing so fast it's unbelievable! I always look at the pictures from when I first got them and it's so hard to imagine how far they've come. So proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2466891752157695484?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2466891752157695484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/hurtling-towards-adulthood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2466891752157695484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2466891752157695484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/hurtling-towards-adulthood.html' title='Hurtling towards adulthood'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U5h3i_ghiZo/TcaTHmYmwhI/AAAAAAAAD-E/38jLXDAvSqw/s72-c/DSC_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-846512200902604305</id><published>2011-05-08T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:58:41.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Nyan Cat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QH2-TGUlwu4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wants this as her ringtone, her message tone, her alarm, her reminders...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NYANCAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-846512200902604305?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/846512200902604305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/nyan-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/846512200902604305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/846512200902604305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/nyan-cat.html' title='Nyan Cat!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QH2-TGUlwu4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4173960099604042689</id><published>2011-05-03T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:52:18.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Adele Rolling in the Deep</title><content type='html'>Recently I've gotten into Adele's 'Rolling In The Deep'. Partly because of this parody from the Key of Awesome on Youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_dErAZL1Hr8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to find the original video and I found this! It's so good I love it so so much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4173960099604042689?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4173960099604042689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/adele-rolling-in-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4173960099604042689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4173960099604042689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/05/adele-rolling-in-deep.html' title='Adele Rolling in the Deep'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_dErAZL1Hr8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1886851950867259762</id><published>2011-04-29T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:56:19.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Stuff'/><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PEOjguzIQY/Tbrfa66QJYI/AAAAAAAAD9c/NvAeaQUcb7c/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-29%2Bat%2B23.41%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PEOjguzIQY/Tbrfa66QJYI/AAAAAAAAD9c/NvAeaQUcb7c/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-29%2Bat%2B23.41%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601034740171810178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, it seems like I'm an ex Singapore Poly student now heehee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, I just got that shirt from Saheed's place. It's so comfy and the laundry soap smells so amazing. I love the smell of fresh laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I might have accidentally pulled a muscle in my right leg. It really hurts and feels so uncomfortable. Hurts to walk down the stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are looming up like some poisonous pollution cloud. First exam is on Saturday! 7th of May to be exact. And between you and me, I don't feel prepared for it at all. Cue Toccata and Fugue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7U9qGFsDRvw/Tbrfa4PjW8I/AAAAAAAAD9k/YZ4pYIz_i9Q/s400/panic.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601034739455843266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just feel like blogging today. I didn't accomplish much, went to Saheed's and caught up with Season 4 of Big Bang Theory. Cos it's so much more important than some silly &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;final year exam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have rocks for brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However! Sheldon is so adorably annoying! It's so hilarious to see a socially handicapped genius call himself the "life of the group" or the "whimsical elf". Love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired tired. Why am I so tired! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, received some money for volunteering in a research yesterday. $115 in total for about 5 hours of sitting in an MRI scanner and performing tasks. It would have been fun if my stupid body would get better and not cough. You guys should try it if you're in need of money. The research is to find the causes of schizophrenia and you'll have to go for two sessions with a psychologist. For each session you get $50. Then there's the MRI scan which is $100 a session. They'll do the same thing every six months for two years. So it's...stable income? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea. If you're interested check them out. I personally did it for the money at first but now I'm really eager to know what happens when the research is all done. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lyriks/147867925228634"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to their Facebook page. If you're one of those odd people who don't believe in Facebook, &lt;a href="http://lyriks.com.sg/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to their official website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Seeing as I'm so terribly tired, I'm probably gonna try to go to sleep now. Nighty night y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1886851950867259762?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1886851950867259762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1886851950867259762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1886851950867259762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PEOjguzIQY/Tbrfa66QJYI/AAAAAAAAD9c/NvAeaQUcb7c/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-29%2Bat%2B23.41%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-5503968892899355920</id><published>2011-04-28T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:42:41.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>MUSIC PAINTING - Glocal Sound - Matteo Negrin</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MAY1UoQYMHk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just too good to not share. Sooooo good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-5503968892899355920?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/5503968892899355920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/music-painting-glocal-sound-matteo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5503968892899355920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5503968892899355920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/music-painting-glocal-sound-matteo.html' title='MUSIC PAINTING - Glocal Sound - Matteo Negrin'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MAY1UoQYMHk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6429471832765915671</id><published>2011-04-28T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:30:20.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Week 6</title><content type='html'>Again I haven't been gymming as much as I wanted. Due to laziness, and work work work. Exams coming up and I've been super super stressed! Who's the idiot who told me that uni would be a breeze?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Here're the measurements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 76.4kg&lt;br /&gt;Bust: 39.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 35.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 43 inches&lt;br /&gt;Right arm: 14 inches&lt;br /&gt;Left arm: 13.4 inches (-0.9 inches)&lt;br /&gt;Right thigh: 25.6 inches (-2.4 inches)&lt;br /&gt;Left thigh: 25 inches (-2.4 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of last post:&lt;br /&gt;Weight lost: 0.7 kg&lt;br /&gt;Inches lost: -5.7 inches (Maybe I measured wrongly, but still. YESSS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total result:&lt;br /&gt;Weight lost: 2.9 kg&lt;br /&gt;Inches lost: 9.2 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm close to the 75kg mark now! Awesome awesome! I think I might have measured wrongly for my thighs but still, I'll take my victories as they come. Heehee. So happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6429471832765915671?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6429471832765915671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-week-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6429471832765915671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6429471832765915671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-week-6.html' title='Diet Week 6'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-7482740335768712080</id><published>2011-04-26T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:06:29.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Coming Home Cover - Boyce Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/owsiC7Uay9A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is so awesome, it makes me want to take a deeper breath and appreciate every moment life has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-7482740335768712080?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/7482740335768712080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-home-cover-boyce-avenue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7482740335768712080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7482740335768712080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-home-cover-boyce-avenue.html' title='Coming Home Cover - Boyce Avenue'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/owsiC7Uay9A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4955156803589872595</id><published>2011-04-22T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:56:23.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fur Mites! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I brought them to the vet last Wednesday because I wanted to make sure they were in the pink of health. The previous week they seem to be squeaking when they poop which I take to be a bad sign. They've since stopped doing it, and I expected the vet to say they were ok. But instead, they have &lt;i&gt;fur mites&lt;/i&gt;! I googled it at home and trust me, you don't want to go to google images for&lt;i&gt; that. &lt;/i&gt;Because they're so small, they can't go for treatment till they're 2 and a half months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for their treatment to start in June so I can get the bloodsucking bastards off my babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, the babies have grown loads! Just compare the two pictures below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVxjr21NjYc/TbEz474vQhI/AAAAAAAAD8o/hHygnCGe6ks/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVxjr21NjYc/TbEz474vQhI/AAAAAAAAD8o/hHygnCGe6ks/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598312865039598098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz5Be2hjdKI/TbEz4r7qsRI/AAAAAAAAD8g/zQTFx05rX0g/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598312860756914450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, they seem to enjoy being picked up and held close to my chest. They also love chewing on the rubberband I wear on my wrist. So that helps haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them so much. Starting to give them sweetcorn leaves and silk (the furry part in sweetcorn) which they &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;, and they also love red peppers. I try not to give too much fruit. Don't want them to get too much sugar. Apparently carrots contain sugar too, and too much can result in tubby guinea pigs. I don't mind having tubby guinea pigs, I just don't want them to be unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's end with an adorable picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vfX-4ydn8sg/TbE0cdegx3I/AAAAAAAAD8w/_7kSPjBc5xc/s400/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598313475351824242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are my pride and joy ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4955156803589872595?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4955156803589872595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/fur-mites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4955156803589872595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4955156803589872595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/fur-mites.html' title='Fur Mites! :('/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVxjr21NjYc/TbEz474vQhI/AAAAAAAAD8o/hHygnCGe6ks/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4098107244055910891</id><published>2011-04-20T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:13:47.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Canary Island Sky Time Lapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22439234" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22439234"&gt;The Mountain&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/terjes"&gt;Terje Sorgjerd&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. My. &lt;i&gt;Goodness!!!! &lt;/i&gt;So GORGEOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4098107244055910891?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4098107244055910891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/canary-island-sky-time-lapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4098107244055910891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4098107244055910891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/canary-island-sky-time-lapse.html' title='Canary Island Sky Time Lapse'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-5284046610199963555</id><published>2011-04-20T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:43:28.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Diet Week 5</title><content type='html'>I haven't been to gym as regularly as I would have liked for the past two weeks. Hence, I didn't lose alot of weight between the last post and now. Also, my measurements are all weird. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're the measurements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 77.1kg&lt;br /&gt;Bust: 39.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 35.5 inches (-1 inch)&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 43 inches (+0.4 inches)&lt;br /&gt;Right arm: 14 inches (+0.2 inches)&lt;br /&gt;Left arm: 14.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;Right thigh: 28 inches (+0.8 inches)&lt;br /&gt;Left thigh: 27.4 inches (+0.4 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of last post:&lt;br /&gt;Weight lost: 0.1 kg&lt;br /&gt;Inches lost: +0.8 inches (I sure hope it's muscle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total result:&lt;br /&gt;Weight lost: 2.3 kg&lt;br /&gt;Inches lost: 3.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so close&lt;/span&gt; to the 76 kg mark now! Soon I'll be on the low end of 70! Better buck up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-5284046610199963555?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/5284046610199963555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-week-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5284046610199963555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5284046610199963555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-week-5.html' title='Diet Week 5'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2867098180636050926</id><published>2011-04-19T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:21:56.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Places'/><title type='text'>Singapore Flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday I went to the Singapore Flyer with Saheed and his family again, this time we're reviewing the new Interactive Room. Basically it's this very science-y, techy room where you get to see super space age stuff and get to read random facts about the Flyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What impressed me most was this HUGE screen, which took up nearly a wall, and it's got lots of stuff projected on it. This one has turning wheels, the rest has like cherry blossoms in bloom, looking at animals in the forest that kind of thing. It creates this sense that you're in another world. I was totally mesmerised by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHRfEhI0xIU/Ta2mK76tTeI/AAAAAAAAD8I/ActY8vXJ5Ds/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597312618704227810" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" /&gt;After that, you go through a few other rooms and corridors, which I will not touch on. Really, the first room is the most impressive. The rest of the rooms just didn't really catch my attention. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting onto the Flyer was pretty impressive. It takes about half an hour to go one full round, and it may seem like it's going reeeaaallly slowly, but in actual fact it goes pretty quickly. Slightly faster than an escalator. Right, so here is the Flyer as I see it from the cabin I was in. At night they have lights lighting it up and the light slowly fades into different colours. I think it's to add more variety, cos to be honest there's not an awful lot to look at during night time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dL1moVs6ZC8/Ta2mLdXGXmI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/ot4xjk42QlY/s400/DSC_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597312627681680994" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It would probably have been more stunning if we managed to come during sunset. Here are a few night pictures. I'm quite proud of them heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5F0eeXbFMk/Ta2mLhoxyrI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/BzFGMwrbOn8/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5F0eeXbFMk/Ta2mLhoxyrI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/BzFGMwrbOn8/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M5F0eeXbFMk/Ta2mLhoxyrI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/BzFGMwrbOn8/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597312628829571762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl_T7Tg7HdY/Ta2kyrFEJNI/AAAAAAAAD8A/KuswpY0nLK8/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pl_T7Tg7HdY/Ta2kyrFEJNI/AAAAAAAAD8A/KuswpY0nLK8/s400/DSC_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597311102355776722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ4BFKNU-tk/Ta2kyGc7puI/AAAAAAAAD74/p6dtguFjnts/s1600/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ4BFKNU-tk/Ta2kyGc7puI/AAAAAAAAD74/p6dtguFjnts/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597311092523771618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RB8U2ySAaFI/Ta2kxVwcgVI/AAAAAAAAD7w/TNIH6IGDz9c/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RB8U2ySAaFI/Ta2kxVwcgVI/AAAAAAAAD7w/TNIH6IGDz9c/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597311079452279122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite picture is the second one. It's easily the best night scape picture I've ever taken. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2867098180636050926?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2867098180636050926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/singapore-flyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2867098180636050926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2867098180636050926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/singapore-flyer.html' title='Singapore Flyer'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHRfEhI0xIU/Ta2mK76tTeI/AAAAAAAAD8I/ActY8vXJ5Ds/s72-c/DSC_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6637520481976623160</id><published>2011-04-17T17:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:22:31.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Places'/><title type='text'>Universal Studios Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to Universal Studios with Saheed and his family on Friday, and it was pretty awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we went on a few rides, first one was at Ancient Egypt. It was part haunted house, part roller coaster. Ahhh so scary. They had fire and stuff inside which was cool and because it was completely dark, you never know what's coming. So every acceleration and drop felt so much more scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second ride was the one that made me feel pretty sick. I went on the ever-insane Battlestar Galactica ride in the Sci-Fi zone. In Human mode of course. The drops were CRAZY! It was so shocking, I forgot to scream and I kinda felt detached from my body. Weird. I heard Cylon was good though. Saheed said it wasn't as scary, but I don't believe him. Think I'll try it next time I'm going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the stomach lurching ride, Saheed's sister, mom and me went for the sci-fi version of the teacup rides. We all got really giddy haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after walking around lots, we finally went to Far Far Away. Easily my favourite part. Cos I'm so child-like and whatnot. We went to a 4D movie which was GREAT! Then to a kid roller coaster which was not SO kiddy that it didn't contain any thrill. I loved it but Saheed thinks it was pretty boring. We were all laughing because compared to the Battlestar Galactica ride, this was nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the rides we pretty much felt like we've had enough, so we went to fetch our bags from the lockers and took pictures with a few iconic cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---b88aYbCZM/Taq8-ZRDJdI/AAAAAAAAD7A/d2VAaaI-1oc/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---b88aYbCZM/Taq8-ZRDJdI/AAAAAAAAD7A/d2VAaaI-1oc/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596493267081569746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went into random shops without buying a single thing. Things are SO expensive there. Even the food, they were selling turkey legs at $10.80 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1B0-BeEfeA/Taq8-GNI86I/AAAAAAAAD64/r_4KQHepGvk/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1B0-BeEfeA/Taq8-GNI86I/AAAAAAAAD64/r_4KQHepGvk/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596493261964899234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to watch the Monster Rock show. We thought it was a REAL rock concert and got pretty pumped up. But it turns out, it was a bunch of people dressed as legendary monsters like Frankenstein, Dracula, Mummy, She-wolf and stuff. They were modernised and they sang and danced to rock hits. Fireworks and pyrotechnics were great. But in terms of rock and roll, abit of a let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XV4QtwkdsWE/Taq897GpDHI/AAAAAAAAD6w/KfqfVp_lF7w/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XV4QtwkdsWE/Taq897GpDHI/AAAAAAAAD6w/KfqfVp_lF7w/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596493258984852594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even more pictures before we go, too bad we didn't think if taking our cameras with us and just checking it into lockers before the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-woI55Y9GWZ0/Taq7HpAKQ8I/AAAAAAAAD6o/4R89GM1Oe1I/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-woI55Y9GWZ0/Taq7HpAKQ8I/AAAAAAAAD6o/4R89GM1Oe1I/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596491226901267394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just outside of Universal Studios is easily my new favourite place. It's the Hershey's shop! Saheed loves this bar of chocolate heehee. It was 6kg! World's Largest Bar of chocolate apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Th6SxWCWxN0/Taq7HFkAfgI/AAAAAAAAD6g/3yYqc5NZXXM/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Th6SxWCWxN0/Taq7HFkAfgI/AAAAAAAAD6g/3yYqc5NZXXM/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596491217387945474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaand I got my Reese's Peanut butter Cups! Awesome stuff. The mascot was so nice. There was this one girl who just hit the back of the mascot's head. Awful person. She should be slapped a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiIEfEsbz8s/Taq7G1f_RpI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/BhOzXIQAc5k/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiIEfEsbz8s/Taq7G1f_RpI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/BhOzXIQAc5k/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596491213076121234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so ends my day at Universal Studios. Think I'll go again one day after 6pm, just to take pictures and watch the fireworks at 9pm. Should be good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6637520481976623160?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6637520481976623160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/universal-studios-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6637520481976623160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6637520481976623160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/universal-studios-singapore.html' title='Universal Studios Singapore!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/---b88aYbCZM/Taq8-ZRDJdI/AAAAAAAAD7A/d2VAaaI-1oc/s72-c/DSC_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1809534809036879297</id><published>2011-04-16T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:39:45.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Diet Week 4</title><content type='html'>Because of stupid projects and presentations, I have not been able to go to the gym till Thursday. However, I still lost weight! Though not as much as I would have liked. But still! Awesome stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here're the measurements:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 77.2kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bust: 39.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waist: 36.5 inches (-0.5 inches)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hips: 42.6 inches (-1 inch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right arm: 13.8 inches (-0.2 inches)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left arm: 14.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right thigh: 27.2 inches (-0.4 inches)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left thigh: 27 inches (-0.2 inches)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of last post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight lost: 0.7 kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inches lost: 2.3 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight lost: 2.2kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inches lost: 4.3 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! I'm nearly hitting 76 kg! Come on now, don't lose hope! I went to the Singapore Flyer today and had Popeyes Chicken for dinner. Sooo good. I love fried chicken. Also I haven't been exercising on the days I don't go to gym but I am watching my diet most of the time. I think eating a little more is helping to boost my metabolism too, cos that means my increased metabolism actually has something to burn. Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1809534809036879297?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1809534809036879297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-week-4_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1809534809036879297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1809534809036879297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-week-4_16.html' title='Diet Week 4'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8763418292333607377</id><published>2011-04-09T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T01:43:26.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><title type='text'>Taming my Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvVVS9dPLOA/TaCSB_DFIyI/AAAAAAAAD6I/aMfSuOkYVEg/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvVVS9dPLOA/TaCSB_DFIyI/AAAAAAAAD6I/aMfSuOkYVEg/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593631299996033826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I got them to eat out of my hand, it was time to pick them up and start having 'cuddle time' as I call it. Basically I pick them up and place them on my lap and pet them. When they're comfortable with that, I moved on to putting them at my table.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jkGS61LnA4/TaCQvbX9T_I/AAAAAAAAD6A/djiFG8TKLms/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jkGS61LnA4/TaCQvbX9T_I/AAAAAAAAD6A/djiFG8TKLms/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593629881670651890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I got them a new toy! It was messy at first, but now it's ok. They're not crazy about it but it's something to entertain them with when I'm away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxYVgSLoRSo/TaCQvDP5p7I/AAAAAAAAD54/ywUD89kgFuc/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxYVgSLoRSo/TaCQvDP5p7I/AAAAAAAAD54/ywUD89kgFuc/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593629875194406834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They love sitting in the hay when I put fresh hay into the litter tray! It means that I might waste some hay, but at least they're happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojyUObawmvU/TaCMzmxa73I/AAAAAAAAD5w/2pQ61hOWb0w/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ojyUObawmvU/TaCMzmxa73I/AAAAAAAAD5w/2pQ61hOWb0w/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593625555403206514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweetpea on my table. She solved this! Hahahaha. Now they're really tame when they're on the table. Sometimes they can be really hyper and start popcorning on my table, exploring all the nooks and crannies. But sometimes they'll settle down and start cooing or looking sleepy. I love it when that happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4SRAJICBKaw/TaCMzZ-LiMI/AAAAAAAAD5o/SarT-WrWWWQ/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4SRAJICBKaw/TaCMzZ-LiMI/AAAAAAAAD5o/SarT-WrWWWQ/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593625551967062210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here they are starting to explore. They're so adorable! I get my daily overdose of cuteness from them. Heehee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8763418292333607377?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8763418292333607377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/taming-my-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8763418292333607377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8763418292333607377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/taming-my-babies.html' title='Taming my Babies!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvVVS9dPLOA/TaCSB_DFIyI/AAAAAAAAD6I/aMfSuOkYVEg/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3886166854421732439</id><published>2011-04-04T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:05:43.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Diet Week 3</title><content type='html'>I haven't been as conscientious as last week. Temptation is starting to overwhelm me! I had friend chicken on Wednesday, and then KFC on Saturday followed by a heavy dinner. The diet is definitely working though. My appetite has decreased and even a small amount of food can bloat me. This is not good when I get my nibbly moods, but I just chug down water and bear with it. Let's get on with the results shall we?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 77.9kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right arm: 14 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left arm: 14.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right thigh: 27.6 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left thigh: 27.2 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bust: 39.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waist: 37 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hips: 43.6 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of last week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight lost: 0.5 kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inches lost: 1.1 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight lost: 1.5kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inches lost: 2.1 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I have gone below 78kg! I'm in a precarious position. The next time I weight myself I might be 78kg again (NOOOOO!). So happy :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, I shall be strict with my diet again, and also snack on almonds with I have my nibbly moods. Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3886166854421732439?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3886166854421732439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-week-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3886166854421732439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3886166854421732439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-week-3.html' title='Diet Week 3'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-5183708210663914672</id><published>2011-04-04T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:00:05.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper mache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts and crafts'/><title type='text'>Paper Mache - Drainage container</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So as I mentioned not long ago &lt;a href="http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-things.html"&gt;in this post&lt;/a&gt;, I have been working on a paper mache drainage container for my little Hoyakerrii. Here is how I did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96wCn3veGbg/TZnaF9LhYEI/AAAAAAAAD5A/BPLaOMLKDVI/s1600/DSC_2171.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96wCn3veGbg/TZnaF9LhYEI/AAAAAAAAD5A/BPLaOMLKDVI/s400/DSC_2171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591740208214270018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, after I bought their little shelter for the babies I was left with two boxes that I won't really need, so I decided to make a paper mache container out of it. Cos I can't really bear to throw good cardboard away (I'm odd like that) and I haven't done paper mache in a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyjsTuxMs-g/TZnYszLZluI/AAAAAAAAD44/AgH9Si7WBdo/s1600/DSC_2173.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyjsTuxMs-g/TZnYszLZluI/AAAAAAAAD44/AgH9Si7WBdo/s1600/DSC_2173.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyjsTuxMs-g/TZnYszLZluI/AAAAAAAAD44/AgH9Si7WBdo/s400/DSC_2173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591738676521047778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all I drew out the net. I had a 3 inch square as a base, and the sides are about 1.5 inches high. I made it a little bit slanted so it won't look so weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khmjpN2-XVI/TZnYsm0j_rI/AAAAAAAAD4w/zB_pyvGLc1U/s1600/DSC_2174.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khmjpN2-XVI/TZnYsm0j_rI/AAAAAAAAD4w/zB_pyvGLc1U/s400/DSC_2174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591738673204035250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I cut out the cardboard and stuck it together with masking tape. It doesn't really matter if the masking tape is old, or if it doesn't stick very well anymore. It just has to keep the thing together till you put your first layer of paper mache on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKO22gTK27Q/TZnYsHAuzsI/AAAAAAAAD4o/iHTkzcRnqII/s1600/DSC_2175.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zKO22gTK27Q/TZnYsHAuzsI/AAAAAAAAD4o/iHTkzcRnqII/s400/DSC_2175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591738664665140930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now cover all the plastic-ky sides with masking tape. This will help the paper mache stay on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdE5jbZ-yUM/TZnYr4SSmFI/AAAAAAAAD4g/3TCcNwOd6L8/s1600/DSC_2176.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdE5jbZ-yUM/TZnYr4SSmFI/AAAAAAAAD4g/3TCcNwOd6L8/s400/DSC_2176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591738660712257618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get out your newspapers, make your paste and get messy! I used rice flour and boiling water to make a paste for this one. But it doesn't work as well as plain flour and water. Just mix plain flour into water till you get a smooth thick paste. Like cake batter. (Yummy) Stick on the newspaper strip by strip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6HADGf_0uI/TZnYrcqhpfI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/1QQDAxGGpiE/s1600/DSC_2177.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6HADGf_0uI/TZnYrcqhpfI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/1QQDAxGGpiE/s400/DSC_2177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591738653297714674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Till you get something like this. Let each layer dry completely before you put on the next layer. I did it on different sides. For example, I'd layer the inside with newspaper and let it dry for about a day and then layer the outside. Do this for about three layers on each side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EogtM104FSA/TZnVODVAV1I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/uNZuHRf2PGc/s1600/DSC_2239.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EogtM104FSA/TZnVODVAV1I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/uNZuHRf2PGc/s400/DSC_2239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591734849745475410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's time to paint it! To make it water proof, use acrylic paint. I suggest using white paper as the last layer, or putting a few layers of your paste mixture with white acrylic paint over the container before painting (let each layer of paste dry before putting another layer). To cover the newspaper, it took me about 5 coats of yellow acrylic paint! My pot of yellow paint is now half gone *sigh*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLQjDF2fzF8/TZnVN46hsdI/AAAAAAAAD4I/wF5_9M5MyFc/s1600/DSC_2241.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLQjDF2fzF8/TZnVN46hsdI/AAAAAAAAD4I/wF5_9M5MyFc/s400/DSC_2241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591734846950060498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's time to decorate it. I used some of my nail art stuff to decorate the container, simply because I am terrible at painting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0I_9puy7waY/TZnVNXUTK9I/AAAAAAAAD4A/gZ3RLVHuB6w/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0I_9puy7waY/TZnVNXUTK9I/AAAAAAAAD4A/gZ3RLVHuB6w/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591734837931355090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to make sure it's extra waterproof, I spray-painted the whole container with about 3 layers of clear varnish. Again, make sure each layer is dry before spraying on some more. I didn't do that and my varnish got really sticky at one point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOrF-omd_vw/TZnVMxbgioI/AAAAAAAAD34/z9cbXtKzDQg/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOrF-omd_vw/TZnVMxbgioI/AAAAAAAAD34/z9cbXtKzDQg/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591734827761044098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spray painting, you're done! Look at my hoyakerrii, isn't it just so cute! This took me about a week to make. But it could have been done alot faster obviously. There was no time to paint because of school and stuff. And also I couldn't just sit at home waiting for the varnish to dry, so I just did it in the morning and at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-5183708210663914672?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/5183708210663914672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/paper-mache-drainage-container.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5183708210663914672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5183708210663914672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/paper-mache-drainage-container.html' title='Paper Mache - Drainage container'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96wCn3veGbg/TZnaF9LhYEI/AAAAAAAAD5A/BPLaOMLKDVI/s72-c/DSC_2171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4934140408167417101</id><published>2011-04-03T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:19:34.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>BAD DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a normal day, and it turned out badly. First of all I woke up at 8am which was all right and good. After I cut up the veg for my babies and put fresh food onto their bowls and watched them 'popcorn' a little, I set up a behavioural shaping program. Which I will expand on in another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I had tuition in the afternoon so I had a few hours of play and then it's off to tuition with me. Tuition was bad. In all sense of the word. My student would not listen, he'd been dropping the F-bomb on facebook and I am not happy with it. So, during lesson, he copied answers for a few questions which was not cool. After that, I realised that he still had school work to do. So I had to sit there and wait for him to finish or till time's up for tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really all fine and good for me, considering I took my lecture notes out with me to revise for the exam I had tomorrow. But still, I would like to know that I have made some form of progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got home, to find that my sister has been messing things up in the babies' cage for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one, she had put the shelter back over their bed. I had taken away all shelters except for the one above the toilet so that they'll be encouraged to use the toilet. Also, this is to ensure that they're used to the open space so they can tell that there is really no danger here in spite of what their instinct tells them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, she has swept up all the poop. I know it sounds like a good thing, but I've been trying to toilet train them, so I deliberately NOT sweep up the poop when I saw it before I left. So that I can tell if the toilet training regime has been working. Geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, she took all the fresh veg that I have put in the middle of the cage, and placed it in the litter tray, where they like to hang out. This is just encouraging them to stay in the shelter at all times. The hay and pellets are already right by the litter tray, they have to know that even if they come out to eat yummy carrots, an eagle would NOT swoop down and pick them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea. I'm annoyed. I have faced so much resistance from everyone when I first said that I wanted guinea pigs and now that I have them, they're all over them. As if I have not been the one to pay for EVERYTHING. I'm sorry. I sound materialistic. But the fact of the matter is, I have fought hard to get my babies here. My babies are to be trained the way I want to train them, and be handled only when I allow you to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In spite of the smell, I love my babies. That is why I am acting like such a She-Hulk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cmKEnetvdA/TZiT75s4KxI/AAAAAAAAD3w/FFrw7ZwW8CQ/s400/DSC_2243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591381594691087122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I not love them?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it all off, I just did my nails in hopes of putting myself in a better mood. It looks horrible. I hate it. Frigging icing on the frigging cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4934140408167417101?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4934140408167417101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4934140408167417101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4934140408167417101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/bad-day.html' title='BAD DAY!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_cmKEnetvdA/TZiT75s4KxI/AAAAAAAAD3w/FFrw7ZwW8CQ/s72-c/DSC_2243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-5239502271166337420</id><published>2011-04-03T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:31:59.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><title type='text'>Progress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SljoKuVRUs4/TZdNAp68t1I/AAAAAAAAD3o/e4Z5NWONj3g/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SljoKuVRUs4/TZdNAp68t1I/AAAAAAAAD3o/e4Z5NWONj3g/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591022136052201298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they look so cute just sitting there? At first they won't come out of the sleeping bag, so according to the suggestion from the seller, I took away all the shelters except for the one above the toilet during the day so they will get used to the open-ness and also be encouraged to use the litter tray.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say first day is pretty successful? They basically didn't really poop anywhere except around the hay dish and in the litter tray. As for pee, I can't really see but I do know they peed at the side of the hay dish. (because I accidentally touched it when clearing poo for them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1_SERHeeao/TZdNARPTYGI/AAAAAAAAD3g/IyRf9JGkIMo/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1_SERHeeao/TZdNARPTYGI/AAAAAAAAD3g/IyRf9JGkIMo/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591022129426686050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also I got Sweetpea to put a paw onto my hand when eating. I find the she loves apples alot more than carrots. I have been trying to feed them carrots (which are what they're used to), caixin (a local green leafy vegetable), peppers and apples. Sweetpea adores apples. She's a more adventurous eater. She tried the caixin but wasn't too keen. I guess it's too bitter for her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to name the brown one Toffee. She is more tolerant when I pet her, but somehow she won't eat from my hand today. She seems to only accept food from me at night, and Sweetpea accepts food from me during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got Sweetpea to eat from my hand I tried to pick her up and pet her, after which she started to struggle. I put her down immediately and she was really frightened and won't take food from me again. I feel so bad! Have to try again tomorrow. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC1Pnntlkqk/TZdNAFbDpDI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/CZ-XOO2hbkY/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC1Pnntlkqk/TZdNAFbDpDI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/CZ-XOO2hbkY/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591022126254761010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I took the shelters away, this is basically where they stayed the whole day sorta. I hope they're not plotting to escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-5239502271166337420?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/5239502271166337420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5239502271166337420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5239502271166337420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/progress.html' title='Progress!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SljoKuVRUs4/TZdNAp68t1I/AAAAAAAAD3o/e4Z5NWONj3g/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1229747914817495047</id><published>2011-04-01T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:32:11.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><title type='text'>Babies are here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--YqoX4moLUI/TZXbSepQ5AI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Tu3dz4FPB70/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--YqoX4moLUI/TZXbSepQ5AI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Tu3dz4FPB70/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615622960604162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My babies are here! Aren't you so excited! I sure am! The people who brought them here were to nice, they came and they help me to set up the cage, everything! She even taught me how to look after them and told me how much to feed them and stuff :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Sweetpea, she ran into the bumblebee sleeping bag thing. I took her out eventually because Brownie (her temporary name till Saheed names her) looked really lonely just sitting in the cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4QnXOEKSJk/TZXbR5Zcz1I/AAAAAAAAD3A/yAlh7IqJuAg/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4QnXOEKSJk/TZXbR5Zcz1I/AAAAAAAAD3A/yAlh7IqJuAg/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615612962164562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how lonely Brownie looks? She's much more friendly (or more tolerant of what I do). But when Sweetpea left, she was just sitting there not moving for AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fa7OtT1mkQk/TZXbRrapFrI/AAAAAAAAD24/BQvFqd635Lw/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fa7OtT1mkQk/TZXbRrapFrI/AAAAAAAAD24/BQvFqd635Lw/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615609209067186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of them abit earlier, Sweetpea seems to like sitting in the hay dish. Ah well. Little joys. It must be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj5a-Pl627c/TZXbREj5V2I/AAAAAAAAD2w/HP_Ujw756sg/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fj5a-Pl627c/TZXbREj5V2I/AAAAAAAAD2w/HP_Ujw756sg/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590615598778898274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, this is kinda what they're doing. I think they're tired. I'll continue making friends with them tomorrow heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bomYUs54kM/TZXc9BnsKiI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/v03fkzxtk6c/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590617453415377442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love them so much. They're simply adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1229747914817495047?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1229747914817495047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/babies-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1229747914817495047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1229747914817495047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/babies-are-here.html' title='Babies are here!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--YqoX4moLUI/TZXbSepQ5AI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Tu3dz4FPB70/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8900002273965387366</id><published>2011-04-01T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:22:24.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>The Awesome Four Chord Song</title><content type='html'>I was a little upset, cos there was no one here to share the excitement of my babies' arrival with me. But my lovely friend Aarthi posted this video on Facebook and it literally made my day. Oops! Babies are here. I'm so excited my heart is pumping so fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5pidokakU4I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8900002273965387366?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8900002273965387366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/awesome-four-chord-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8900002273965387366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8900002273965387366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/awesome-four-chord-song.html' title='The Awesome Four Chord Song'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5pidokakU4I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2499103350385857364</id><published>2011-04-01T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:52:36.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Accidental Incest</title><content type='html'>By Matt Mulholland. Do not watch if you are easily offended. Nice music though ^^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="680" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aVuQ-juC654" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2499103350385857364?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2499103350385857364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/accidental-incest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2499103350385857364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2499103350385857364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/04/accidental-incest.html' title='Accidental Incest'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aVuQ-juC654/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6998737613482011846</id><published>2011-04-01T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:55:32.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><title type='text'>Guinea Pigs' Cage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The view of the whole cage. Doesn't it look adorable! Check out the furry bed on the inside of the cube. I love the colours, it just makes the whole cage so vibrant! All I need to do now is lay down the bedding and put up the grid for the water bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_f9nkLbC0/TZS0zqiopFI/AAAAAAAAD2o/DrxHSKNfG2s/s1600/DSC_2235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_f9nkLbC0/TZS0zqiopFI/AAAAAAAAD2o/DrxHSKNfG2s/s400/DSC_2235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590291837159515218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the litter tray and their little dishes. The shapes of the dishes are so cute aren't they? I'm planning on toilet training the babies, so wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8N-5piRMmis/TZS0zKYKCWI/AAAAAAAAD2g/1wHYT1Z7UTE/s1600/DSC_2234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8N-5piRMmis/TZS0zKYKCWI/AAAAAAAAD2g/1wHYT1Z7UTE/s400/DSC_2234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590291828525631842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their little beds! See the furry bed? You can flip it inside out and you can have a 'cool' side for the guinea pigs so they don't get overheated! I will have to buy another one and extend the cube when they get bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyDjfNQZ0BA/TZS0y4cBljI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/uS8c874G1QM/s1600/DSC_2233.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyDjfNQZ0BA/TZS0y4cBljI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/uS8c874G1QM/s400/DSC_2233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590291823710017074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait for my guinea pigs to come tomorrow! This is all so exciting I shall take pictures of them and put it up. Also I will be working on the drainage container. Think I shall paint it in a really cute way. It feels like I'm somehow making up for all the lost time of being a little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6998737613482011846?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6998737613482011846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/guinea-pigs-cage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6998737613482011846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6998737613482011846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/guinea-pigs-cage.html' title='Guinea Pigs&apos; Cage!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_f9nkLbC0/TZS0zqiopFI/AAAAAAAAD2o/DrxHSKNfG2s/s72-c/DSC_2235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-7845768966542499647</id><published>2011-03-30T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:53:01.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Danny the Crab</title><content type='html'>Haha! I literally laughed out loud at this. It's so hilarious!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="680" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L-xDn2Dtrgw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-7845768966542499647?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/7845768966542499647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/danny-crab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7845768966542499647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7845768966542499647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/danny-crab.html' title='Danny the Crab'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L-xDn2Dtrgw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3330739395685559889</id><published>2011-03-28T20:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:56:45.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Diet Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Week 2 of the diet! I have been conscientiously dieting and not overeating and drinking lots of water. I have also been going to the gym (when there is time in my timetable), and walking for at least half an hour when I don't go to the gym. Here is the result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Weight: 78.4kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Right arm: 14.5 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Left arm: 14.5 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Right thigh: 28 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Left thigh: 27 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bust: 40 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Waist: 37.5 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hips: 43 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Weight lost: 1kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Total inches lost: 1inch (0.5 from waist and hips each)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm so motivated right now. I will continue dieting and gymming as much as I can now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3330739395685559889?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3330739395685559889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet-week-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3330739395685559889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3330739395685559889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet-week-2.html' title='Diet Week 2'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1195213024086584062</id><published>2011-03-27T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:28:40.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!</title><content type='html'>Hi! I have successfully purchased two baby guinea pigs. They're expensive, but that's ok cos I know they're healthy and pretty tame. Heehee. One is a short haired brown, and the other is a short haired orange and white. They're female sisters. So awesome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures will be up next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1195213024086584062?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1195213024086584062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1195213024086584062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1195213024086584062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-news.html' title='Great News!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-5581239037833194014</id><published>2011-03-27T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T03:51:35.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things!</title><content type='html'>In the space of two days, I have acquired three new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a new friend&lt;br /&gt;2) a new guinea pigs cage (or old? It was second hand)&lt;br /&gt;3) a new drainage container&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend! It's odd because I don't normally go all out to make friends on my own, but my best friend's cousin turned out to be a super extrovert. And now TADAAA~ I have a new friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new guinea pig cage is actually a tub. It looks ADORABLE with all the accessories I bought for it inside. I gotta buy some bedding though. So I can finally bring my little babies home. Pictures of the tub tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drainage container is for my new Hoyakerrii (aka Sweetheart Hoya). I don't have a drainage pot, so I'm sorta making one out of paper mache and water-proofing it using acrylic paint (which I can't find!!) and clear varnish. First coat will be completed tomorrow morning! Needs three layers to make it firm and strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life. Yes it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update about the photo contest, I'm losing. I must be in fourth place now. And to add insult to injury, the photo in first place is a photo that is clearly not of the same quality as mine. I kid you not. It's true! It's not as nice as mine! Other photos were not nicer too. It's all a popularity contest. See who responds more to your pleas for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not popular guyz. NOT. AT. ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-5581239037833194014?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/5581239037833194014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5581239037833194014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5581239037833194014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-things.html' title='New Things!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3206611442094719802</id><published>2011-03-25T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:01:13.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Stereotypes Song!</title><content type='html'>This is the Stereotypes Song by Ray Willian Johnson (aka Your Favourite Martian) Haha I love his songs they're all so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wCgx8zM3woQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3206611442094719802?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3206611442094719802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/stereotypes-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3206611442094719802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3206611442094719802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/stereotypes-song.html' title='Stereotypes Song!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wCgx8zM3woQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2128069085592119287</id><published>2011-03-25T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:36:34.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi! Something exciting has happened! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to start a new blog just for my nails. For the past year or so, I have pretty much been obsessed with my nails. I love going nail polish shopping, and when I get bored, I search Youtube for nail art videos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos I'm awesome like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://lustfornails.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lustfornails.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and give it some love! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2128069085592119287?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2128069085592119287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-then-there-were-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2128069085592119287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2128069085592119287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-then-there-were-two.html' title='And then there were TWO'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1177316627326332167</id><published>2011-03-25T10:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:05:37.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Aurora Timelapse</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21294655" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21294655"&gt;The Aurora&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/terjes"&gt;Terje Sorgjerd&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Auroras are formed by the collision of charged particles directed by the Earth's atmosphere. It's mostly found closer to the polar regions, particularly at the North Pole. And it occurs at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would love to see auroras for myself one day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1177316627326332167?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1177316627326332167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/aurora-timelapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1177316627326332167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1177316627326332167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/aurora-timelapse.html' title='Aurora Timelapse'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3652616118918534274</id><published>2011-03-24T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:58:38.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Needed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi guys, another day when I regret not blogging regularly for the past few months :( I now need your help! I've taken part in a photo taking contest in Facebook, and the photo with most 'Likes' wins. I really hope you guys help me to vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150130033114385&amp;amp;set=a.10150129892944385.284781.108770674384&amp;amp;theater"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to vote. You might have to like the person's page first before voting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm not above asking for votes here and there. Rest assured, you will be spammed by my twitter. 'Command-C' and 'Command-V' will be pressed so many times, the keys will be unrecognizable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a virus I swear. In case you're wondering, my photo looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi23MBU9pmw/TYtbchkBBXI/AAAAAAAAD0g/X2KfmOFZPLs/s400/DSC_2170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587660308287128946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not too shabby in my humble opinion, so please take a few minutes to vote for me. It would mean the world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3652616118918534274?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3652616118918534274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/help-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3652616118918534274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3652616118918534274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/help-needed.html' title='Help Needed!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi23MBU9pmw/TYtbchkBBXI/AAAAAAAAD0g/X2KfmOFZPLs/s72-c/DSC_2170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4807688979293693138</id><published>2011-03-24T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:11:24.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have served my admirably for the past 20 and a half years, and I thank you for it. You came into this world whole, fresh, and untainted. However, years spent on this planet has taken it's toll on you. You have given me shoulder aches for the past two years, and I accept it without a word. Sure, I put  the nasty smelling muscle rub stuff in hopes of relieving the pain. But still, I accept it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to shoulder pains, you have recently plagued me with knee pains. Why, oh WHY would you give me knee pains? I was trying to whip you into shape! But noooo, you gave me knee pains, so I can't run anymore. And it hurts to go up and down steps if I'm carrying something heavy You didn't stop at the knees did you? Oh no, you have to give me more! Here comes lower back pains. From carrying an extremely heavy shoulder bag. Inexplicably, here comes pain at this really weird place that's between my lower back and butt. Ow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry alright? I'm sorry! Can we stop this war now? I want to diet and exercise so that I can be healthy again! You will accept going to the gym nearly everyday, and walking for half an hour on days with no gym. You will accept it, and like it! You will eat healthy foods and not crave for junk! I will beat you into submission if I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a day when I can once again run wildly in a field with no pain. Do you want that dream? Dream with me, Body. We can do it together. Stop this war against me because both you and I know it's futile. You cannot fight me. Do you know why? Because I will end up like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXRBPZ7PwnQ/TYtCh3-PLDI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/cat6ydpnbiE/s400/fatwomen123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587632912411339826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want that? I surely don't. My confidence is fragile as it is. I don't want people running away from me because they can't stop bleeding from my eyes. I want friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the purpose of this letter is to say that...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW6sr4LMP6g/TYtCiPGpbGI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/3hLmrlqOnB4/s400/DrPhilYoureFat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587632918620630114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px; " /&gt;Yes, you are fat. Or rather, WE are fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna change it together. I know I can be mentally strong enough to resist temptation. I've done it once, I can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be strong together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Owner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4807688979293693138?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4807688979293693138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4807688979293693138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4807688979293693138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-body.html' title='Dear Body'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RXRBPZ7PwnQ/TYtCh3-PLDI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/cat6ydpnbiE/s72-c/fatwomen123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4566575405678819544</id><published>2011-03-22T12:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:17:17.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Stop Motion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21119709" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21119709"&gt;(notes on) biology&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/ornana"&gt;ornana films&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is too awesome to not share. Heehee. It's sooo cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4566575405678819544?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4566575405678819544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/stop-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4566575405678819544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4566575405678819544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/stop-motion.html' title='Stop Motion!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-9024131004220172216</id><published>2011-03-21T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:14:14.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Sunset at Woodlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ie6BDGN90O8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish all my days ended like that. I had alot of fun shooting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-9024131004220172216?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/9024131004220172216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunset-at-woodlands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/9024131004220172216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/9024131004220172216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunset-at-woodlands.html' title='Sunset at Woodlands'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ie6BDGN90O8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-5517492386932763687</id><published>2011-03-21T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:49:02.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>Diet Week 1</title><content type='html'>Ohoho! See I'm blogging again! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went revising which was nice. I'm surprised I actually got anything done. Gotta admit though, my rate of learning slowed down when Saheed arrived. Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day I start my new diet and exercise regime! Everyone's been calling me fat recently. Which is a shame because I have never felt more confident in my life. When someone calls me fat it really spoils my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with the measurements shall we? Every Monday I'm going to note down my weight and my measurements. (Bust, waist, hips, thighs arms)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right arm: 14.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left arm: 14.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right thigh: 27.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left thigh: 27.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bust: 40 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waist: 38 inches (I just drank alot of water. Honest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hips: 43.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also weigh 79.3kg at the moment. Which is an improvement! For some reason about a week ago I was above 80kg. It was upsetting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't judge me! It was hard resisting to suck in my tummy. But I have to be honest with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise regime: get in at least a solid half hour of exercise everyday be it brisk walking or stretching. I'll also be going to gym for about an hour or so three times a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diet: On weekdays, drinking two cups of water and eating a handful of food at a time. This is to increase metabolism. Also this will prevent me from overeating. Weekends, I can't do it cos I'll be with my family, but I'll only eat ONE PORTION when I eat out. Nothing more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today! Byeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. : Any fat comments and I'll slap you across the face -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-5517492386932763687?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/5517492386932763687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet-week-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5517492386932763687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5517492386932763687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/diet-week-1.html' title='Diet Week 1'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1005140905753444931</id><published>2011-03-20T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:17:01.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must! Study!</title><content type='html'>OK, so now I've decided to post more on this blog. That way, if I need any help from readers (not that I have any), I can just post on this blog! Wheee! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this mid-term test coming up and I really can't be bothered to study for it. It's STATISTICS! And statistics is just about as appealing as wading into a swamp filled with poo. But I gotta do it! It's the last module of statistics I have to take to complete my degree (Hallelujah!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to studying then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on guinea pigs, I went to post a discussion on this really cute guinea pigs website called Happy Guinea Pigs. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Happy-guinea-pigs/180814691957349"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I posted about wanting to get a pair of free female guinea pigs and the person who created the page was like "you're looking for free baby guinea pigs to adopt?" And I was like YES YES YES! OK maybe I was less enthusiastic. But still, I hope she has contacts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I don't really care if the guinea pig is a cavy (purebreed). All I want is a sweet pet to look after. I would love a kitten, but I can't keep them in cages and it's more demanding. Also, guinea pigs are larger than hamsters, and less active. They're also very vocal. Like me. Somehow I feel that they fit my personality more. Next to cats of course. Cats/dogs will always be top on my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another update, I found this website for brilliant recipes. I love love love it! Awesomely amazing. It's just a website where you can check out loads of tried and tested recipes, from salads, to appetizers, to main courses, to baking. You get the idea. Check it out &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Default.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I gotta change my blogskin soon. Not being able to see my mouse when I scroll over the boxes is just driving me crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to study now. Maybe I'll post tomorrow, maybe I won't. Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1005140905753444931?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1005140905753444931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/must-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1005140905753444931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1005140905753444931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/must-study.html' title='Must! Study!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8704406190903816723</id><published>2011-03-19T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:49:17.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinea pig'/><title type='text'>ADOPTING A GUINEA PIG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi everyone. Wow it's been SO LONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I'm looking for two baby guinea pigs to adopt so if any of you happen to know anyone whose guinea pigs have just given birth and want to give them good homes. PLEASE LET ME KNOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited to get a furry pet that's bigger than a hamster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lneUdIUC4JI/TYTPOfMKHWI/AAAAAAAADzg/9MZMCACVSP4/s400/guinea_pig1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585817285643869538" /&gt;It's so cute and fluffy I could DIE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I regret not posting for so long cos I highly doubt people would read this :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS! If you know anyone (or if YOU) are giving away baby guinea pigs (or even young guinea pigs) please let me know. You can either call/sms me at 97245757, or email me at amberyam@hotmail.co.uk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T tag me or comment cos I rarely go to the blog itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8704406190903816723?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8704406190903816723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/adopting-guinea-pig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8704406190903816723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8704406190903816723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2011/03/adopting-guinea-pig.html' title='ADOPTING A GUINEA PIG!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lneUdIUC4JI/TYTPOfMKHWI/AAAAAAAADzg/9MZMCACVSP4/s72-c/guinea_pig1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3234365448696103902</id><published>2010-10-14T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:32:34.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornrows!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TLaxfexOiOI/AAAAAAAADzM/8UH_IjQpxz8/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-14+at+15.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TLaxfexOiOI/AAAAAAAADzM/8UH_IjQpxz8/s400/Photo+on+2010-10-14+at+15.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527800747037460706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TLaxfAD_wAI/AAAAAAAADzE/__GmCJ5TOdw/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+22.31+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TLaxfAD_wAI/AAAAAAAADzE/__GmCJ5TOdw/s400/Photo+on+2010-10-13+at+22.31+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527800738794684418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yey! I got cornrows last night. It's gooood. And it's so fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3234365448696103902?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3234365448696103902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/10/cornrows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3234365448696103902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3234365448696103902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/10/cornrows.html' title='Cornrows!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TLaxfexOiOI/AAAAAAAADzM/8UH_IjQpxz8/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-14+at+15.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6554765135083184607</id><published>2010-08-23T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:47:17.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Froggies?</title><content type='html'>I've only JUST noticed. My two previous posts were about frogs! Kinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6554765135083184607?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6554765135083184607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/08/froggies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6554765135083184607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6554765135083184607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/08/froggies.html' title='Froggies?'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1916035231732911412</id><published>2010-08-22T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:26:14.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frog Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/THFOoM-lJvI/AAAAAAAADys/7aDtdnXmTbU/s1600/Barbaro-2782-full.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/THFOoM-lJvI/AAAAAAAADys/7aDtdnXmTbU/s400/Barbaro-2782-full.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508270271836268274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right girls, almost all of us have been brought up to believe that we will one day fall in love with Prince Charming. It'll be love at first sight, naturally, and la-di-da, you and your prince will live happily ever after. The End.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty sure some of us will have inevitably gotten into our first relationship consumed with expectations and with the assumption that somehow, this lucky frog that we have kissed will be magically enhanced into a Prince. Yet some of us will eventually find that with an almight croak, the Prince will be reduced back to the frog he once was and hippity hop back to the pond he came from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes the deafening crash of all your hopes, dreams and expectations. What had went wrong? It all felt so right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Felt&lt;/i&gt; would be the essential word here. Over the past few years, I have come to realise that things cannot be set in stone just because you &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; it. Somehow or the other, you will need something more solid, more...reliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when experience comes in. Be it from friends, relatives or even from yourself, you'll just have to use the experience you feel is best. According to the Law of Attraction, what you truly believe in will come true. So choose your advice carefully and be &lt;i&gt;absolutely sure&lt;/i&gt; of what you really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though truth be told, I think your own judgement cannot be trusted. So do what I do and trust in God to do the best for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to love myself, believe in my self value and realise that the only person who can make me feel better about myself is me (and God come to think of it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's off to the pool so I can at least feel better about myself in the knowledge that even if I'm not skinny, at least I'm fit...kinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1916035231732911412?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1916035231732911412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/08/frog-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1916035231732911412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1916035231732911412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/08/frog-prince.html' title='The Frog Prince'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/THFOoM-lJvI/AAAAAAAADys/7aDtdnXmTbU/s72-c/Barbaro-2782-full.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6894878305431329432</id><published>2010-08-12T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:49:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TGO1XssiF2I/AAAAAAAADyk/ah8hibiSNT8/s1600/cute-animals-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504442588316440418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TGO1XssiF2I/AAAAAAAADyk/ah8hibiSNT8/s400/cute-animals-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo made me smile immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6894878305431329432?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6894878305431329432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/08/awww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6894878305431329432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6894878305431329432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/08/awww.html' title='Awww'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TGO1XssiF2I/AAAAAAAADyk/ah8hibiSNT8/s72-c/cute-animals-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4885733334943943185</id><published>2010-08-12T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:44:05.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><content type='html'>I've been ignoring this blog haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Anyways, I found &lt;a href="http://ultimatepapermache.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website and it's amazing. Might do a few things from there sometime. If Emma is reading this, I think Ollie might like a doing the crafts with you when he gets older ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nommy nom nom. I feel awfully arty and full of information about how to make a present for someone very very special :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4885733334943943185?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4885733334943943185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4885733334943943185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4885733334943943185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-blog.html' title='My Blog'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1821255963554648323</id><published>2010-07-29T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:48:45.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papercut!</title><content type='html'>Papercuts will always be one of life’s little things that will always baffle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a cut so small hurt so bad?! I have a cut in the webbing between my thumb and index finger and it’s small but deep. And it hurts and itches at the same time. Everytime I open my hand too widely it hurts. Or itches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAHH! Curse my need to handle large stacks of freshly printed paper at my job. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1821255963554648323?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1821255963554648323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/07/papercut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1821255963554648323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1821255963554648323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/07/papercut.html' title='Papercut!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3300879468073708541</id><published>2010-07-21T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:27:09.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LLAMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TEa9XT--yaI/AAAAAAAADyc/L6pPqIhgKdw/s1600/tumblr_l4r0k43A9x1qa1suqo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496288603451345314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TEa9XT--yaI/AAAAAAAADyc/L6pPqIhgKdw/s400/tumblr_l4r0k43A9x1qa1suqo1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3300879468073708541?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3300879468073708541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/07/llama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3300879468073708541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3300879468073708541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/07/llama.html' title='LLAMA!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TEa9XT--yaI/AAAAAAAADyc/L6pPqIhgKdw/s72-c/tumblr_l4r0k43A9x1qa1suqo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-76473989181119367</id><published>2010-07-21T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:05:14.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiouser and Curiouser</title><content type='html'>Either my right foot has suddenly shrunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my right shoe has suddenly gotten bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now when I walk, my right shoe is in danger of falling off. Funny how it was fine an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I'd do if my right foot really shrunk. Maybe I'll have to buy two pairs of shoes just so I can wear shoes that fit both my feet nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be so costly! Maybe I'll go hippy and not wear shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-76473989181119367?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/76473989181119367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/07/curiouser-and-curiouser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/76473989181119367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/76473989181119367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/07/curiouser-and-curiouser.html' title='Curiouser and Curiouser'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-5614610229166471542</id><published>2010-06-30T08:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:12:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to a Malaysia 'Adventure Tour' with my family for a few days last week. It was actually alot of fun. Basically, we had a few destinations in mind and we just cruised around, dropping off occasionally to take a closer look at any place that looks interesting. There is ultimate comfort, and you get to see alot. Plus, you can sleep if you ever feel kinda tired. ^_^ Ain't it the best? Here are three of my favourite pictures from that trip. Brought my Nikon D5000 along and I was so happy. I have learnt quite alot about my camera. D5000 and I have really bonded during the time we spent together. Yepz. We're best buds now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCqKDSeXzSI/AAAAAAAADxo/kWEykJPWPlA/s1600/wheaty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488350885007838498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCqKDSeXzSI/AAAAAAAADxo/kWEykJPWPlA/s400/wheaty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Above picture) I love that picure. It just really...makes you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488350799154933634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCqJ-Spcb4I/AAAAAAAADxg/x3X17lggoi0/s400/fluffies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Above picture) FLUFFIIIEEES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCqJ5ibKmvI/AAAAAAAADxY/epT0I7SnDas/s1600/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488350717490666226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCqJ5ibKmvI/AAAAAAAADxY/epT0I7SnDas/s400/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Above picture) Saw the sunrise on the first morning. As amazing as the sunrise it, I was too lazy to get out of the hotel room. So I took this with my camera on full zoom from the balcony ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is turning into a photo blog. Like Ryan's. And I have noticed that no one really tags me now &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ah well it doesn't matter cos I am just keeping this blog for kicks and giggles. ^^ It'll be fun a few years from now to read and laugh at myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I SHALL BE COOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-5614610229166471542?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/5614610229166471542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5614610229166471542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5614610229166471542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCqKDSeXzSI/AAAAAAAADxo/kWEykJPWPlA/s72-c/wheaty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-7280093641725004077</id><published>2010-06-25T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:22:46.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCOIWTVJWnI/AAAAAAAADxQ/IwKz7L6XKJg/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486378687794862706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCOIWTVJWnI/AAAAAAAADxQ/IwKz7L6XKJg/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCOIVuqLOoI/AAAAAAAADxI/efqmiSfKlFE/s1600/20969_1308522787837_1073606538_962931_7767598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486378677950954114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCOIVuqLOoI/AAAAAAAADxI/efqmiSfKlFE/s400/20969_1308522787837_1073606538_962931_7767598_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok I'll be straight. I really only put these pictures up so that I will be able to get these pictures onto my work computer using "Save As". But these are some of my proudest pictures. No actually my proudest picture is the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! Maybe I'll put some more photos up. Sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-7280093641725004077?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/7280093641725004077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunsets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7280093641725004077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7280093641725004077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunsets.html' title='Sunsets'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TCOIWTVJWnI/AAAAAAAADxQ/IwKz7L6XKJg/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-9124029042390177804</id><published>2010-06-17T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T17:37:48.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Metal Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TBnrJh0jmxI/AAAAAAAADxA/nsPxdEldUrw/s1600/Full%2520Metal%2520Alchemist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483672570230446866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TBnrJh0jmxI/AAAAAAAADxA/nsPxdEldUrw/s400/Full%2520Metal%2520Alchemist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have finally finished reading the whole Full Metal Alchemist. It was absolutely brilliant. Very touching too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I read it while I was in work and it was a bit odd when my eyes filled up at particularly touching parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I also know that the last chapter of Full Metal Alchemist was released a week ago but I completely forgot about it and only remembered now. No harm done. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I realised?&lt;strong&gt; I get paid to sit on the internets! &lt;/strong&gt;(and drink copious amounts of green tea) Sure, Facebook, MSN, and nearly all the gaming websites are filtered out. But there's always &lt;a href="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/"&gt;todaysbigthing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;MLIA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amirite.net/"&gt;amirite&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://failbook.com/"&gt;Failbook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.omnomnomnom.com/"&gt;omnomnomnom&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, don't you envy me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this so much better is that the coffee shops here sell good and cheap food. I'm gonna be such a fattie by August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys will still love me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better, or you're all fat-ists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me look for more interesting websites. I shall need them to keep myself from sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-9124029042390177804?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/9124029042390177804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/full-metal-alchemist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/9124029042390177804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/9124029042390177804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/full-metal-alchemist.html' title='Full Metal Alchemist'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/TBnrJh0jmxI/AAAAAAAADxA/nsPxdEldUrw/s72-c/Full%2520Metal%2520Alchemist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2618996778851662740</id><published>2010-06-17T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:06:31.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POOOWWEEERR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=3215&amp;fullscreen=1" width="640" height="360"&gt;      &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;      &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;      &lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=3215&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;     &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;'&gt;See more &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;TBT Videos&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;Today's Big Thing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me laugh SO MUCH! P-p-p-p-p-p-POWER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2618996778851662740?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2618996778851662740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/pooowweeerr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2618996778851662740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2618996778851662740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/pooowweeerr.html' title='POOOWWEEERR!!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-228269050160670106</id><published>2010-06-16T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:22:14.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAZ A MACBOOK!</title><content type='html'>And it's beautiful. I got him on Saturday (yes, I have decided that my Mac is a boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac will also be Nikon's new baby brother and they shall be the best of friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am downloading all seasons of the Big Bang Theory and all seasons of Friends. It's gonna take forever but it shall be worth it!!! Mac will be a bundle of fun once it's all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I HAVE SPORE! Have been wanting to play it forever and it's so so cute! Tried it for about half an hour yesterday. It's so fun and I can't wait to play it again. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly, my boss just came to have a chat with me. He just found out that I live in NI for two years and his comment was "No wonder why you are...of some stature." HAH! Second fat comment from him in two weeks. &gt;&lt; First one was "Why are you wearing a jacket? I thought you have extra insulation? Like me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-228269050160670106?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/228269050160670106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-haz-macbook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/228269050160670106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/228269050160670106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-haz-macbook.html' title='I HAZ A MACBOOK!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4652223028740481110</id><published>2010-06-03T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:03:16.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!　＞＜</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm blogging from my new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's catch up ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a full time job, with Eu Yan Sang, a traditional chinese medicine company. Basically I do like invoices and stuff. Most of the time I can just sit here and get paid to read MLIA. :) I am a Sales Administrative Assistant! So important! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I met someone new. He's so nice. :) And I am no longer single. While I realise that I shouldn't really be in a relationship till I can feel whole on my own, it is still nice to be able to have that companionship I once had. Nom! Such a sweet guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new goal for this week: Take a stop motion movie with my Nikon D5000. Of the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sourced for a spot to set up my tripod last Sunday, and I found the perfect spot. The view is absolutely breathtaking. No idea what to do with my stopmotion movie once it's done. Maybe I'll just make another one of the sunsetting in another place. Hmm. It could be my 'thang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something I wanted to say but I forgot :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I got accepted into university! It was such a relief 'cos frankly, I was getting worrid. Especially whenever my friend comes up to me saying I should give them a call, spaces are running out, etc. Never thought I'd be so happy knowing I'd be able to study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something? I'm getting a Macbook Pro soon. Yes! A Macbook Pro! ^^ And with the student offers now, I can get an iPod Touch for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I can set my sights on a Blackberry instead of an iPhone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working full time is no fun you know. Well, it's alright for me cos basically I get paid even though I'm doing nothing (sometimes there's literally nothing for me to do). But when you get home after a long day of work, somehow, getting onto the internet to Facebook, or Farmville. It just kinda loses importance. Like see, I probably haven't touched my Farmville, Pet Society, or Hotel City in easily more than a week. One of the only reasons I go onto Facebook is cos people have commented on my photos, or just to upload my Project 365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 365. Now there's something else. I'm not making excuses for myself here, but then it is kinda hard to remember to take photos when you're half asleep most of the time. &gt;&lt; So yea, my photos end up being pretty crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Saturday! Going to make a stop motion movie of the sunset. Basically I set up my tripod in the late afternoon, and take a photo every 30 seconds or one minute. Which reminds me. Gotta check how big my memory card is. It'll be pretty poo if it runs out halfway. *sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me rambling on and on. I guess I do have things to say when I really put my mind to it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4652223028740481110?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4652223028740481110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4652223028740481110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4652223028740481110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/06/oops.html' title='Oops!　＞＜'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4333890867688779218</id><published>2010-05-09T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:50:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Hiiii I've been lazy with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything to say. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be a student again! So I don't have to work so much. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4333890867688779218?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4333890867688779218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4333890867688779218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4333890867688779218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2857343638554234476</id><published>2010-04-30T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:14:30.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okaay...</title><content type='html'>So last Thursday I set three tasks for myself to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only completed one. I feel like such a failure! Made a video and uploaded it today. I wasn't even gonna do that! But I received my prize from a friend of a friend on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9muZKmdjwI/AAAAAAAADw4/8I7TljKnx1I/s1600/15008_1385018300177_1073606538_1162109_5758593_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9muZKmdjwI/AAAAAAAADw4/8I7TljKnx1I/s400/15008_1385018300177_1073606538_1162109_5758593_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465591370156445442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I was super excited. The guy enclosed a letter and asked me to make a video response and take a photo of it. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair trimmed. Cut my fringe cos it has been covering my right eye for ages and my right eye actually feels half-closed. So yes. The hairdresser thinned my hair out so much that my hair volume has been reduced by half. No worries though, it'll grow back in no time. I will get my mangy mane back. She hacked off about three inches when I only asked for a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; trim&lt;/span&gt; though. Doesn't a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trim&lt;/span&gt; kinda mean just one inch off the length? I even specifically asked for just one inch off the length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting about my hair is done. I like my fringe though, had to cut an annoying curl away at the side. Satisfied with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a ham and mustard and cheese sandwich. Mmmmm...nom nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new job. It's as an administrative assistant, pays $6 per hour and the hours are 8.30am-6pm every Monday to Friday. Good stuff. This pays so much more than my current job. And training is provided too, which means that I will be making less mistakes. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; means, I get scolded less!! Yippeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why I have been blogging more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos for some reason I feel quite empty inside. There's hardly anyone to talk to most of the time. And that's why, I turn to blogging. Really, I should get back to writing so I can really spill my soul. But oh well. It's hard starting to write again. Used to be able to write for hours on end but now my hand cramps after 10 minutes. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm this post has been long enough. I shall stop here and maybe go get ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2857343638554234476?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2857343638554234476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/okaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2857343638554234476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2857343638554234476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/okaay.html' title='Okaay...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9muZKmdjwI/AAAAAAAADw4/8I7TljKnx1I/s72-c/15008_1385018300177_1073606538_1162109_5758593_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8617131381845393673</id><published>2010-04-28T13:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:58:20.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9fMbMS1JGI/AAAAAAAADww/FIArc26WP9M/s1600/1206409464X4DK13I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465061440366126178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9fMbMS1JGI/AAAAAAAADww/FIArc26WP9M/s400/1206409464X4DK13I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, don't you just feel so helpless? There are times, when you watch someone go through a particularly tough time in life. And you just can't do anything give them the best advice you can and just pray that they'll come through fine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I just want to jump into their shoes for a little while, long enough to fight their battles for them and then jump back out. Just so that they don't have to suffer that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, I can't. They will have to fight their own battles. The choices they make will be their's and their's alone. Ultimately, it's their life and I really can't force them to make the choices that I feel is best for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a funny thing. I believe in universal love. Essentially, you love everyone. Doesn't mean you like them all the time, but you love them all the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know who you are.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I know you read this thing)&lt;/span&gt; I love you, and I hope you make the 'right' decision. Do what you think is right but make sure you think it through. All the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8617131381845393673?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8617131381845393673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/helpless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8617131381845393673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8617131381845393673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9fMbMS1JGI/AAAAAAAADww/FIArc26WP9M/s72-c/1206409464X4DK13I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1842528288434085380</id><published>2010-04-27T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:43:50.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9ZPQKQfEJI/AAAAAAAADwo/B6pDmRmI_70/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9ZPQKQfEJI/AAAAAAAADwo/B6pDmRmI_70/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464642336910676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wondering around on Youtube, watching ShaneDawsonTV2, when suddenly I stumbled across &lt;a href="http://skelanimals.com/meet-us/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skelanimals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plushies are so so cute, and the tote bags and wallets look so amazing too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I like Kit and Jae best for the plushies. And a Diego tote bag and wallet set would be just spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's on the 1st of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the hint yet? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1842528288434085380?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1842528288434085380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1842528288434085380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1842528288434085380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wants.html' title='I Wants!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S9ZPQKQfEJI/AAAAAAAADwo/B6pDmRmI_70/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3811334155678516244</id><published>2010-04-26T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:01:21.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first day I decide to get off my butt to finally get on to doing the surveyor job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all sums up in one word: Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve a trophy for the pain I had to go through. Could hardly stand straight cos of my back. Eh? YOU try to carry a ginormous bag and a binder file full of paper and walk up and down a 13 storey building for three hours. For my efforts I got a quarter of the quota done. A FREAKING QUARTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to be able to finish this job by the deadline that is for sure. My $180 are crying out to me... "Please Amber! Throw us to the job agency! We want to save you the pain and suffering, just sacrifice us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just take their advice. But then, another good shot on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping something drastic happens to me which renders me incapable of doing that job before then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3811334155678516244?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3811334155678516244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3811334155678516244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3811334155678516244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6424207455858740136</id><published>2010-04-22T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:34:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hello!</title><content type='html'>I just realised that I have two followers! I'm not too sure if they've always been there, or if I just didn't see the thing on my dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello anyway. Both of you know me already so let's dispense with the formalities. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat is getting better. I can now eat crackers without pain!! My life currently revolves around food and sleep. It's way to primal. I have to get out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money, no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Things I will accomplish no matter what by next Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make a video that has some effort put into it.&lt;br /&gt;2) Take a picture with my Nikon D5000 outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;3) Go on the swings for at least 15 minutes. Unless some poor kid is waiting his turn. Then I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Three things should do it. It's not like it's a Herculean feat or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job that I didn't really want. It's as a freelance surveyor. Basically, I have to go house to house trying to successfully interview people. I will have to interview 120 homes in two weeks! The job doesn't even pay all that well. Thank goodness it's only for two weeks. But for these two weeks I'll have to work really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm talking about my job, let me update you on what's really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my business developer job? Currently I work three full days a week. Since it's part time it really pays peanuts. ($5 an hour excluding lunch hour). So I'm considering really just going full time. Might get a higher pay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm doing home tutoring. Just one student at the moment. Can't squeeze in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this hard work WILL pay off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6424207455858740136?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6424207455858740136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6424207455858740136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6424207455858740136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-hello.html' title='Oh Hello!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-7000964442425372025</id><published>2010-04-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:43:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem</title><content type='html'>I have a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-7000964442425372025?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/7000964442425372025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7000964442425372025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7000964442425372025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahem.html' title='Ahem'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-407697078626671562</id><published>2010-04-17T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:31:03.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want My Powers Please</title><content type='html'>Everybody likes to think they are special. Agreed? It is generally agreed that each and every human being is a miracle. The complete random-ness at which the sperm seeks out the egg, the specific level of nurture and nature that can only happen to you. There is a very high chance that while there are so many of us, none of us will be exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are unique. Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I'm unique too. When Harry Potter came out, I was actually sorely disappointed when Dumbledore forgot to send me a letter on my 11th birthday requesting for me to report at Hogwarts for the next school year. I would have made a good addition to Hufflepuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving up on my powers developing at 11, I decided, instead to wait for my mage powers to evolve. Being fairly certain that I was a weather mage, I waited patiently. Afterall, the powers normally manifest in mid-teens right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. As you can see, I'm still here. And the weather has not changed. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So I'm not a weather mage. Don't worry! There's the Xmen! Maybe I can teleport just by looking at a photo of the place. Like in the movie Jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S8iPYgOcJEI/AAAAAAAADwg/c4bAZRxpnk4/s1600/jumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S8iPYgOcJEI/AAAAAAAADwg/c4bAZRxpnk4/s400/jumper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460772199316857922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my X gene to mutate and manifest so I can have my powers. Maybe I was too immature before. But I am pretty sure I'm ready for my powers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any day now. It'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait and see. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-407697078626671562?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/407697078626671562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-my-powers-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/407697078626671562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/407697078626671562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-my-powers-please.html' title='I Want My Powers Please'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S8iPYgOcJEI/AAAAAAAADwg/c4bAZRxpnk4/s72-c/jumper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-5713629690572488846</id><published>2010-04-16T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:58:49.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>Oh dear...I haven't been updating much but I have been real busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assure you I am very much alive as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is my explanation why I am so busy. You'll see why very soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Interview/Work/Me-time&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Swimming (if I'm lucky), Tuition, Me-time&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Work&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Work&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Work&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Tuition, Family time&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Family time/Friend time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Also, the computer has had a virus and is still going VERY slowly. It's pretty shit to be honest. On the laptop at the moment. But seriously, admit it. If the computer is going at snail's pace, would you WANT to talk about your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwk I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so flippant. But life has been so hectic! I am supposed to have lots of time but I have no idea where it all goes! See, it's just like how I budget everything out with my money, but then it all seems to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not in a great mood today. So yes, till we meet again, stay happy and safe yea? I still need people to read my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-5713629690572488846?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/5713629690572488846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5713629690572488846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/5713629690572488846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/04/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3847483394704094540</id><published>2010-03-24T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:50:16.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerald Isle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6ouMTAXXDI/AAAAAAAADwY/cMOMgd-2EF0/s1600/15360_1266969029019_1073606538_844723_8208593_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6ouMTAXXDI/AAAAAAAADwY/cMOMgd-2EF0/s400/15360_1266969029019_1073606538_844723_8208593_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452221087680519218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said in deviantART, this photo contains the essence of my trip there. Why? Because it has be perfume (which I wore everywhere while I was there) and a card from my aunt (who was a huge part of my life in NI).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll have left Northern Ireland for 9 months. Like I've mentioned before also, nine months ago I was so reluctant to leave, that I concentrated on the leaving and nothing else. I never really gave a thought about what I would do when I was in Singapore. It was the immediate future. I didn't think about what I would be doing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; now&lt;/span&gt;. At this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things that have changed. For one thing, I kinda took for granted that I'd still be with my other half. Now I'm single. Have been for quite a while now, can't be bothered counting months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I realised that I can feel really good in one day, then really crap the next day. But I'm working on it. I'm working on feeling fulfilled as a person and as a whole instead of being part of a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become more selfish. I used to do lots of things for people and be devastated for them. And then I met Greg. Who claims to have a heart made of stone but is really a softie. Anyway, he basically told me I need to harden up and think for myself sometimes. Because while going all out for people is good, it's only good sometimes. So yes, I've become more selfish in the sense that...I won't really talk to you much if you don't talk to me. If you want me you'll have to call/text me. I mean, my number is on your phone right? No excuse there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to say but no one really reads this do they? Bottom line is, I still cry whenever I think about my friends and family in NI. That's how much I love and miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family and friends here too. I put aside a day (Saturday) for them even though it might cost me job prospects. That's how much I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3847483394704094540?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3847483394704094540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/emerald-isle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3847483394704094540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3847483394704094540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/emerald-isle.html' title='Emerald Isle'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6ouMTAXXDI/AAAAAAAADwY/cMOMgd-2EF0/s72-c/15360_1266969029019_1073606538_844723_8208593_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1268300017867942737</id><published>2010-03-21T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:11:33.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga Over Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6XhvF3R2eI/AAAAAAAADwI/ouZ4s6xJcBc/s1600-h/Lady_GaGa_Bad_Romance_Remixes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6XhvF3R2eI/AAAAAAAADwI/ouZ4s6xJcBc/s400/Lady_GaGa_Bad_Romance_Remixes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451011123145988578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not one to conform to pop culture. Especially not to Lady Gaga who I thought was a one-hit wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I watched her on Youtube though, damn, she's good. I really admire her for being her own weird self. While I might not enjoy the weird ballet slippers she had in Bad Romance, or the ridiculous costumes she had in Telephone, it is refreshing to see someone dare to be different. It's like releasing her inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm not telling anyone to start dressing up like Gaga what with her n**ple tape as clothes (that was ridiculous) and cigarette hat thing in Telephone. But tis good to see someone being themselves for a change. Saw her interview on the Jonathan Ross show and she's mad as a hatter but damn she's a great performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch her live performance. I'm sure it's floating on Youtube somewhere cos I saw it. Her emotions poured into the performance were surreal. (it was 'Speechless' she performed. I nearly cried.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Romance has been stuck in my head all day. Most of the parts were spectacular but those few seconds at the end freaked me out D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must...not...conform...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Children Of Bodom. Their videos are disturbing too but what the heck! They have brilliant hair and they help me dissipate my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6XhvjxTYdI/AAAAAAAADwQ/m5SylYTCkUA/s1600-h/Children20Of20Bodom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6XhvjxTYdI/AAAAAAAADwQ/m5SylYTCkUA/s400/Children20Of20Bodom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451011131173986770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did research today and heavy metal is not bad for your brain. It also does not influence their listeners to take drugs, nor does it induce violent behaviour. In fact, it helps to dissipate anger and negative feelings in the listeners. This is especially true if the listeners have a lower self esteem. Also, listeners have quite a high intelligence level. (Disclaimer: this will only be effective if you actually like heavy metal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me go on! Better go off now. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1268300017867942737?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1268300017867942737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1268300017867942737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1268300017867942737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady.html' title='Gaga Over Gaga'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6XhvF3R2eI/AAAAAAAADwI/ouZ4s6xJcBc/s72-c/Lady_GaGa_Bad_Romance_Remixes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2235070569307626106</id><published>2010-03-17T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:58:20.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6DR1F-6GoI/AAAAAAAADwA/v1UoNBvAv9Y/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6DR1F-6GoI/AAAAAAAADwA/v1UoNBvAv9Y/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449586259187604098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll look good as an emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have blue hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2235070569307626106?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2235070569307626106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/emo-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2235070569307626106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2235070569307626106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/emo-me.html' title='Emo Me!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S6DR1F-6GoI/AAAAAAAADwA/v1UoNBvAv9Y/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-250110054394156098</id><published>2010-03-15T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:08:07.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 Fan Girl</title><content type='html'>Ooooh I watched 300 for the first time today. Immediately after I watched it I want to watch it again!! Definitely going to get the DVD. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55clRXUtlI/AAAAAAAADv4/0uW0MjBBnyI/s1600-h/shout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55clRXUtlI/AAAAAAAADv4/0uW0MjBBnyI/s400/shout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448894394551023186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scar on the eye really adds a nice touch. :) Apparently most of the movie is computerised but it's so darn good! The sharpness is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Leonidas: SPARTANS!! WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers: HOO-AH HOO-AH! HOO-AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55clB5U1yI/AAAAAAAADvw/wxfIe6kjQNo/s1600-h/persian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55clB5U1yI/AAAAAAAADvw/wxfIe6kjQNo/s400/persian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448894390398670626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xerxes: I will make you the warlord of all Greece. You will have riches beyond your dreams...All I ask if that you kneel before me.&lt;br /&gt;King Leonidas: This is an offer only a madman would refuse. But you see, while slaughtering your men, I have this...thing on my leg. So there will be a slight problem with the kneeling. (or words to that effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lol-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55afTMaARI/AAAAAAAADvo/vxRrNzFv-Ic/s1600-h/300Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55afTMaARI/AAAAAAAADvo/vxRrNzFv-Ic/s400/300Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448892092939632914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Persian Messenger: This is blasphemy! This is madness!&lt;br /&gt;King Leonidas: Madness...?&lt;br /&gt;King Leonidas: *shouts* THIS IS SPARTA! *epically kicks messenger into the well*&lt;br /&gt;Me: YAAAAY! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55adGjJrNI/AAAAAAAADvI/S24hZht6qQs/s1600-h/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55adGjJrNI/AAAAAAAADvI/S24hZht6qQs/s400/300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448892055185632466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;King Leonidas: Ready your breakfast and eat hearty...for tonight we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dine in hell&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55ad_az6pI/AAAAAAAADvQ/TQIzqpcP0Lw/s1600-h/FCJG300-0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55ad_az6pI/AAAAAAAADvQ/TQIzqpcP0Lw/s400/FCJG300-0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448892070451473042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have the best pecs I have ever seen on the big screen. Apparently they went into an intensive 8 week training and never did the same exercise twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing stuff. I shall be shouting "THIS IS SPARTA!" for ages after this. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-250110054394156098?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/250110054394156098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/300-fan-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/250110054394156098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/250110054394156098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/300-fan-girl.html' title='300 Fan Girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S55clRXUtlI/AAAAAAAADv4/0uW0MjBBnyI/s72-c/shout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6316218328458777648</id><published>2010-03-15T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:14:25.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon D5000!</title><content type='html'>Today has been quite an exciting day. The maid was hospitalized because of a sore in her esophagus or something, and so I volunteered to sweep and mop the whole house. Didn't sleep till 4am the night before because be the time it hit 1am, I knew I was gonna wake up feeling crap and I didn't want to wake up feeling crap. So...instead of trying to sleep as much as possible I tried to drag it out by not sleeping &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sweeping the whole house and mopping the stairs with a cloth, my dad found me a mop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UhLKFsrI/AAAAAAAADuQ/aAwnyIb9i-A/s400/26936_1344264641361_1073606538_1051944_599219_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533684351513266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then turned into a woman with a mission. Mission? To mop the floors with as dry a mop as possible so that the old folks won't slip and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished by the way.&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to dye my hair back to black. Blue-black to be exact. Used the hair-dye Emma sent me. I must say, the coverage is excellent and the conditioner is phenomenal. (Ryan I know you read this so pass my thanks to her again) Loreal should totally just sell the hair colour conditioner on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I burnt my scalp really badly cos I used it even though they said "Do not use if your scalp is irritated". Well, I have been scratching at my scalp the pass few days (I do it when I'm bored) and my scalp was feeling rather sensitive. Once the hair dye touched my scalp I just went "It was a mistake!". After a minute or so of wondering if I should remove the dye, I quickly went to wash the dye off my scalp. All the while I was crying "It burrrns!!" in my head. The ammonia stung my eyes and my scalp. Ammonia is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So, because my roots are already black, I decided to just put the dye a few inches from my scalp. Dying long hair on your own is pretty tricky. I managed to destroy a towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom will not be happy about the towel when she finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UhiHmQsI/AAAAAAAADuY/e7ttZJz7vII/s1600-h/26936_1344264561359_1073606538_1051943_833675_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UhiHmQsI/AAAAAAAADuY/e7ttZJz7vII/s400/26936_1344264561359_1073606538_1051943_833675_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533690515079874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also managed to leave blue splotches in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UiKAOczI/AAAAAAAADug/BJfsMWZ8bwE/s1600-h/26936_1344264321353_1073606538_1051942_279581_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UiKAOczI/AAAAAAAADug/BJfsMWZ8bwE/s400/26936_1344264321353_1073606538_1051942_279581_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533701221577522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I did try to kill the cheeky wee things with big splotches of toilet cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UieDrm9I/AAAAAAAADuo/XgXOyItxXxA/s1600-h/26936_1344264001345_1073606538_1051941_5741406_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UieDrm9I/AAAAAAAADuo/XgXOyItxXxA/s400/26936_1344264001345_1073606538_1051941_5741406_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533706604780498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do have the blackest hair I've ever seen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UiwM0M9I/AAAAAAAADuw/JR7YdPsxDmI/s1600-h/26936_1344642530808_1073606538_1053375_5183093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UiwM0M9I/AAAAAAAADuw/JR7YdPsxDmI/s400/26936_1344642530808_1073606538_1053375_5183093_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533711474930642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I will get someone else to dye my hair for me. Cos it's just  too hard doing it with long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met up with my family to go to the IT fair and bought my Nikon D5000!! I have yet to pay my mom the complete sum. But it shall be cleared in three months.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50YSPdytYI/AAAAAAAADvA/mGR820uqEWs/s1600-h/26936_1344642210800_1073606538_1053374_5932154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50YSPdytYI/AAAAAAAADvA/mGR820uqEWs/s400/26936_1344642210800_1073606538_1053374_5932154_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448537825856370050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just the most amazing thing you've ever seen? I shall try it out tomorrow. Maybe take pictures of the stocks with it tomorrow if I visit the outlets for work. Still pretty confused as to how it works, I am too used to the D1. But I shall study the manual intently. Should be a breeze. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for today. Wasn't it quite an adventure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6316218328458777648?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6316218328458777648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/nikon-d5000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6316218328458777648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6316218328458777648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/nikon-d5000.html' title='Nikon D5000!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S50UhLKFsrI/AAAAAAAADuQ/aAwnyIb9i-A/s72-c/26936_1344264641361_1073606538_1051944_599219_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3400394233121909515</id><published>2010-03-12T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:35:44.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Odd...</title><content type='html'>Today is quite an odd day. Went to the Herbalife weight loss challenge. I lost 1.5kg in a week! That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not good is that I came home to stuff myself cos I was bored and cos my mom bought da bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home today was nice. My neighbour's dachshund followed me today. Then I made a fuss over him, doggy talking and whatnot. ("Who's the good boy?", "Yes! Yes! You're the best aren't ya?") So, I walked home and he was waiting a while away. I was waiting for someone to come to unlock the gate and was feeling lonely so I squatted down and patted my knee. Needless to say he came bounding over looking like the happiest dog in the world (awwwww).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doggy talked some more ("Yes! That's my house! You're a good boy, you are!"). Then someone came to unlock the gate and his ears just perked right up. But I couldn't let him in! (cos he's the neighbour's dog remember?) So...I went in and he sat outside for a full 5 minutes staring at the door before leaving. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soo bad! And whenever I went in to tell my mom and dad that he's there, my dad went mad and told me to smack him cos he was the one poo-ing on our grass. I'm not gonna smack a dog that's only ankle high!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea..that's all I wanted to say. Pointless post, but meh. It's my blog :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3400394233121909515?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3400394233121909515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-odd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3400394233121909515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3400394233121909515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-odd.html' title='How Odd...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1922379778553906369</id><published>2010-03-09T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:15:23.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S5ZJ5cNvL_I/AAAAAAAADuI/j7eqrxq_UWs/s1600-h/3818544943_3fedaecc4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S5ZJ5cNvL_I/AAAAAAAADuI/j7eqrxq_UWs/s400/3818544943_3fedaecc4a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446622050526375922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My death will also be your death," He proclaimed as he dashed towards his foe with his sword unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight was short, but brutal. After being stabbed in the liver by his foe, he took out his dagger and with his dying breath, carved out his foe's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his foe breathed his last, our hero unleashed a raw, primal cry of victory and collapsed like a lifeless doll onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mission is accomplished and he dies a peaceful death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1922379778553906369?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1922379778553906369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/creative-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1922379778553906369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1922379778553906369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/creative-writing.html' title='Creative Writing'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S5ZJ5cNvL_I/AAAAAAAADuI/j7eqrxq_UWs/s72-c/3818544943_3fedaecc4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-3493900549433375853</id><published>2010-03-06T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:01:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Dream</title><content type='html'>I had a really freaky dream the other day. It was just so scary at that time! Basically it started with me in a place with a commander, and there was a coffin in front of the door. The commander was saying how the Animorphs (people who can change into animals and things) are trying to invade this building and how we have to stop them. So it was night time and I had to go to search the whole house for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the commander was talking though, he went to the coffin and opened it and talked. It was his grandma's body in it. When I asked why she's still here, he said "It was her wish to never be seperated from this house." Creepy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the staircase and started searching the rooms. As I searched, I realised that this house is just like my house! Only neater, emptier, and it has four levels. Walked all the way up and I started from the top. Didn't turn on the light (don't know why). But as I got to the second floor, (where my parents' room is) I felt a presence in the room... Suddenly! Bats started flying towards me. Surprisingly, I managed to catch nearly all of them mid-flight and tear them up Ozzy Osbourne style (ie with my bare hands) before they got out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walking Oreos started attacking me!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S5E1DYqSzoI/AAAAAAAADt4/qrtYAX-8qfM/s1600-h/oreo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S5E1DYqSzoI/AAAAAAAADt4/qrtYAX-8qfM/s400/oreo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445191756743364226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to crumble them up real quick too. But there were just so many! They were clinging to my arms and climbing up to my shoulders and I can't just sweep them away cos I have to kill them. I could feel the scratches from the Oreos and bats cos you know, they're tough. Somehow, they managed to get past me, then I ran down and my grandparents were there. I was yelling at them to GET OUT OF THE WAY!! DON'T TOUCH THE KOOKEYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared of Oreos for a while after that. But my work provided the solution for me today. See, my boss bought Oreo cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S5E1EEQeoLI/AAAAAAAADuA/x6oWQplJFwc/s1600-h/xinyi-oreos-mango-strawberry.005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S5E1EEQeoLI/AAAAAAAADuA/x6oWQplJFwc/s400/xinyi-oreos-mango-strawberry.005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445191768446247090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating it, I feel much less afraid of Oreos now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn did that cupcake taste good. Revenge is indeed sweet. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-3493900549433375853?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/3493900549433375853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3493900549433375853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/3493900549433375853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Freaky Dream'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S5E1DYqSzoI/AAAAAAAADt4/qrtYAX-8qfM/s72-c/oreo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2455079587346827945</id><published>2010-02-27T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:19:37.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Well now. There're so many things and I'm so confused so I shall thrash it all out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: As you all know, I am now working for Drinkdings as a business developer. Basically what I do is, I go to shopping malls and I search for shops which might be interested in selling our Drinkdings products. So, after they're interested of course I will handle the stocks going in every week or so. Also, I will have to call clients and travel round alot. Pay is $5 an hour, and my transport will be paid for, with 1% commission from the stores. Altogether it'll probably be $400-500 a month. So...as the pay is..not so great, I want to be able to earn a better monthly income. But as things are just starting to pick up for me, I will feel a little guilty leaving the company. I do hope they still let me do part-time bar tending. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Not so many of you will know, that I have applied for a job in Goody Books (where Low Kay Hua works). My duties will be very pressurized, and there will be lots to learn as well as lots to do. I will also get bonuses if I manage to meet my targets regularly. For the first month, I will be getting $850 basic pay. Plus bonuses and all, they claim that I will be able to get $1000 and above a month. Now. That is amazing and it means I will be able to get my guinea pig and Nikon D5000 soon. But I am really afraid of the stress and what it will do to me. I will ne extensive training because of my lack of experience in this field. I'm totally green! Also, if I don't do well in the first month I might just be fired. That will leave me financially crippled. D: Anyway, there is no point worrying now cos I have got an interview for the job on Monday. Did someone say nervous? You bet I am. Oh..my mom said not to count on the company paying me $1000 with the bonuses but yaknow, it still pays more than my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Also something not many of you would know. (I think only about 5 people know) I have started on a diet with some huge company. They claim to help you to lose weight and there are real life examples who I have actually met and spoken to. So, I am on the Herbalife diet. And I have just become a distributor. Like, I have signed up for the 25% discount and I realised that I can also sell my products to people and earn 25% off them. Now that is a very good deal and would come in handy when I stop work and go to uni. However, the thing is, I will be able to get my products at 50% off if I invest more money. So..should I? I have looked at the brochures and magazines that come with being a distributor and have come to a conclusion that I should not sell anything till I become a success story myself. It will also be worthy to note that I can sell through the internet which doesn't require me to work full time. Also, those who do full-time eventually get enough customers do earn up to $40 000 a month. I don't really aim for that much cos it's not what I want to do in life but a few hundred could come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, all of my life's problems kinda put on the table. It's all about work and I am just quite confused. For the Herbalife, I should just not get the 50% off first till I am a success story myself and have enough money in the bank. Yes, I will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there is anything you want to add in, let me know alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2455079587346827945?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2455079587346827945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2455079587346827945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2455079587346827945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-518427099460623724</id><published>2010-02-23T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:30:31.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show and Tell Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to teach tuition as before. Actually, all I wanted to say was, I have decided to make "Nom nom nom" sounds in my head whenever I eat. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deciding factor? &lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com"&gt;MLIA&lt;/a&gt; It's an amazing website which I absolutely love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://toddlerawesome.blogspot.com/search/label/Show%20and%20Tell%20Tuesday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4379847442_29bf2e9b33_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-518427099460623724?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/518427099460623724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/show-and-tell-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/518427099460623724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/518427099460623724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/show-and-tell-tuesday.html' title='Show and Tell Tuesday'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2894289614429349714</id><published>2010-02-16T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:43:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S3qg6xZUR9I/AAAAAAAADtw/ZxV0s1JWhPo/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S3qg6xZUR9I/AAAAAAAADtw/ZxV0s1JWhPo/s400/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438836431555676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahoy me mateys! I be a pirate! Arrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to brush up on my olde English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2894289614429349714?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2894289614429349714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/arrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2894289614429349714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2894289614429349714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/arrr.html' title='Arrr!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S3qg6xZUR9I/AAAAAAAADtw/ZxV0s1JWhPo/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8801881564168655396</id><published>2010-02-16T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:53:18.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S3l2dbZuXHI/AAAAAAAADtI/jckdhX2ggWU/s1600-h/17469_1321420150263_1073606538_995310_6223102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S3l2dbZuXHI/AAAAAAAADtI/jckdhX2ggWU/s400/17469_1321420150263_1073606538_995310_6223102_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438508272970521714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! I went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chun Dao He Pan &lt;/span&gt;(Spring at the Riverside?) and had malt candy which was amazing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S3l7tE1E1WI/AAAAAAAADtQ/YmoF8eoJzGM/s1600-h/17469_1321416950183_1073606538_995301_4290735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S3l7tE1E1WI/AAAAAAAADtQ/YmoF8eoJzGM/s400/17469_1321416950183_1073606538_995301_4290735_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438514039347271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad I dropped it before I finished it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days, I've learnt that:&lt;br /&gt;-trying to wear fitting denim can be abit of a b1tch when my thighs are damp from the shower, sweat, or a mixture of both.&lt;br /&gt;-trying to wear clothes in general can be abit of a b1tch when I'm damp from the shower, sweat or a mixture of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my appetite has really dropped drastically. I'm very sure that this time last year I will have eaten at least four times at much as I ate this year. I'm sure it's a good thing. Maybe now I will be able to lose weight.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered a new smiley. It's a huggy smiley. (&gt;^_^)&gt; See? It's reaching out for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;^_^)&gt; &lt;(^_^&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna hug. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(&gt;T_T)&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That smiley wants a hug. Awwww .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Byee and have a great Year of the Tiger! RWAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8801881564168655396?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8801881564168655396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8801881564168655396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8801881564168655396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year_15.html' title='Wheee!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S3l2dbZuXHI/AAAAAAAADtI/jckdhX2ggWU/s72-c/17469_1321420150263_1073606538_995310_6223102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8647721136941487009</id><published>2010-02-14T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:23:08.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>On New Year eve, I have (in chronological order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Showered&lt;br /&gt;-Tidied up my bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;-Tidied my table&lt;br /&gt;-Tidied my sister's dresser&lt;br /&gt;-Tidied our shelves&lt;br /&gt;-Tidied my sister's table&lt;br /&gt;-Completely wiped down my room&lt;br /&gt;-Re-arranged the glow-in-the-dark stars and whatnot all over my room&lt;br /&gt;-Took that dusty old crane and fish from the ceiling (it's been there for about 6 years)&lt;br /&gt;-Read X-men on Marvel comics&lt;br /&gt;-Watched my mom cook our reunion dinner and helping her&lt;br /&gt;-Cleaned the dining table (under the glass and all) with my mom&lt;br /&gt;-Wrapped the dining table up with my mom&lt;br /&gt;-Displayed mandarin oranges with my mom&lt;br /&gt;-Showered&lt;br /&gt;-Changed me and my sister's bedsheets&lt;br /&gt;-Flipped the mattress over on both beds&lt;br /&gt;-Changed my mom's bedsheets for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it so far, I have to go downstairs when my mom has finished her shower so that we can decorate the cookies. I also have to do my nails too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8647721136941487009?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8647721136941487009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8647721136941487009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8647721136941487009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8311518229134136535</id><published>2010-02-09T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:32:54.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>Mother Nature dropped me a charming little present,&lt;br /&gt;Right onto my lap in the middle of a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;How charming.&lt;br /&gt;How inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle repeats itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8311518229134136535?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8311518229134136535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8311518229134136535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8311518229134136535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_09.html' title='Mother Nature'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1507849149007393123</id><published>2010-02-07T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:21:22.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Imperfections</title><content type='html'>It kinda bothers me how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right calf is smaller than my left calf but my right thigh is bigger than my left thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right forearm is smaller than my left forearm but my right upper arm is larger than my left upper arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me when my stomach wobbles while I walk (sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me that my hips are so large, even XXL sizes can't fit me in jeans. And those which do, don't look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me how I have incredibly stubby fingers which will not look good with rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me how my hair will look dry and scruffy no matter what I do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things bother me and I can go on and on. But I just have to try to change the parts that I can change, and accept the parts that might not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos that's all I can do ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1507849149007393123?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1507849149007393123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-imperfections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1507849149007393123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1507849149007393123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-imperfections.html' title='My Imperfections'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4709137315772810774</id><published>2010-02-05T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:59:25.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I've got the positions of the archives sorted! ^_^ I might just take a screen shot of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for those who have been long-time followers, Mao Er is back!! Yaayy. I missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one cute kitty that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4709137315772810774?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4709137315772810774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4709137315772810774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4709137315772810774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-652498471060744355</id><published>2010-02-05T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:17:23.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>I've got a new blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, for the amount of times I've changed it I should really archive all the blogskins. Just in case I want to go back to it for old times sake. Well I shall start tomorrow. It's 12.16am and I have to wake up in less than 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I even managed to figure out how to position the boxes and change the font size. The position of my archives are really bothering me though. My profile should be up there first, then my wish list, then my tagbox and finally the archives.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-652498471060744355?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/652498471060744355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/652498471060744355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/652498471060744355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4849245400811984538</id><published>2010-02-04T23:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:02:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S2riBSm5iqI/AAAAAAAADtA/2JIftt32y9Q/s1600-h/yawning-is-contageous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S2riBSm5iqI/AAAAAAAADtA/2JIftt32y9Q/s400/yawning-is-contageous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434404412178664098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let me tell you guys something. Yawning without covering your mouth is NOT attractive. I saw a woman standing in front of me yawning hugely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's just say that it was not a pretty sight. I could see waay past the ridges on the top of her mouth, and into the tonsils near her throat. Now, hardly anything ever turns my stomach. But the sight of that made me want to heave the contents of my breakfast (bread, cheese and water) on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To make things worse, she started to pick at the dry skin on her lips. Excuse me while I puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*pukes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I watched a piece of dry skin flutter down onto the ground. I feel a rising urge to shout at her. Oh, nothing much. Maybe something along the lines of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"What on earth are you doing?! Have your parents ever told you that it's such bad manners? More over, it's totally and utterly DISGUSTING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;s, that's the gist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have already blogged on my tumblr account (about the same topic). So I guess I better go here. Still gotta wake up bright and early for work tomorrow. (Yippeee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4849245400811984538?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4849245400811984538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/yawning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4849245400811984538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4849245400811984538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/yawning.html' title='Yawning'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/S2riBSm5iqI/AAAAAAAADtA/2JIftt32y9Q/s72-c/yawning-is-contageous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6686011459163398183</id><published>2010-02-02T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:27:20.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>I don't quite know why, but I feel so unsettled! Like I want to eat and eat and eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so frustrated like there's something I've forgotten but I can't remember what it is and everything that needs to be done is pretty much done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame my mom for telling me to do things again and again until I keep thinking there's something I've left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. My. I. Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to be happy we have to be slightly more selfish. (apply where appropriate)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6686011459163398183?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6686011459163398183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6686011459163398183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6686011459163398183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8999969736136965425</id><published>2010-01-31T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:02:23.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Today has been a great day. I don't think I'll need to expand on it cos well..people who read this know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is..I've got a Tamagotchi now!! It's V5. YAY! You know, me and Si Rong and Ying Hao and Baby all got one. Guess who was the most enthusiastic about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: The oldest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's me. I'm bordering on 20 but yet I'm acting younger than before. It's almost as if time has opposite effects on my body and my emotional self. I feel about seven at the moment even though my body says "You're old! Your knees creak and your ankles hurt every time you hop and jump! Stop bouncing around!" But my heart is like "You've worked hard. Enjoy yourself! Bound around if you want. Bounce off the walls! Enjoy life! You deserve it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Guess who I listen to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint again: The impractical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a child. And I love it! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8999969736136965425?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8999969736136965425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8999969736136965425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8999969736136965425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-1490166061235043791</id><published>2010-01-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:16:00.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-1490166061235043791?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/1490166061235043791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1490166061235043791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/1490166061235043791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-6263519368004405287</id><published>2010-01-22T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:31:29.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it feels like the entire cosmos is against me. How come I'm denied the right to slap a guy across the face when I'm angry? He's nearly halfway around the world -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to remember to try not to rely heavily on anyone. Ever. Human error has to be taken into account. The only thing I can rely on is my MP4 for my music. (if it breaks down, I'm screwed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sun will rise tomorrow, tomorrow will be a new, clean day. Life will go on as it is,and I should look ahead. I am young and life is good!! (kinda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep telling myself that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-6263519368004405287?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/6263519368004405287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6263519368004405287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/6263519368004405287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2720106449617537037</id><published>2010-01-04T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:18:32.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Epic Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=2720&amp;fullscreen=1" width="640" height="360"&gt;      &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;      &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;      &lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=2720&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;     &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;'&gt;See more &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;TBT Videos&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;Today's Big Thing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously epic. Please watch and listen to all of it. I could NOT tear myself away from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2720106449617537037?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2720106449617537037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/pure-epic-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2720106449617537037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2720106449617537037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/pure-epic-music.html' title='Pure Epic Music'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-8002331696509826655</id><published>2010-01-03T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:04:05.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well well...</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to blog about! Hmm...feeling a tad confused about a few things but I'm kinda praying it'll all work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, my mom reads this..and so while I used to openly declare my woes and joys on my blog, now I'm just gonna blog a little more carefully from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Mommy! *waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-8002331696509826655?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/8002331696509826655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-well-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8002331696509826655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/8002331696509826655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-well-well.html' title='Well well well...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-2669897004633140084</id><published>2009-12-30T10:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:11:27.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Okay so this has been really late and I know I neglect my blog. (that's an understatement) But anyhow, things are looking up for me and I'm really glad there's someone I can rely on to talk to now. Even though he does lurk in the cyber space and is on the other side of this great globe we call Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought hair straighteners the other day, for S$160 even though my head says no. But the sales person was all "You &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; this for your hair! It'll be the best thing you can do for your hair! All the hair cream you put in your hair? It's cooking your hair everytime you go out into the sun." And so, me and my friend broke under the pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I wanted to do was grab her brochure and read it. I realised now that I didn't even get to see the brochure :( Went onto the internets and realised the reviews there weren't too great. Oh dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tried the hair straighteners and for now, they're great :) I'm gonna take great care of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420856040039371298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Szq_2PUT0iI/AAAAAAAADsg/sniIE0JsWnc/s400/20169_1281129183014_1073606538_883032_271031_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I rock this hairstyle. I should do this everyday &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, I got what I wanted for Christmas. See, back in NI I've been having a flowering seasonal plant nearly all the time and I really miss seeing flowers bloom in my room. So I requested for my sister to get me a miniature plant. An orchid, preferrably. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I practically chanted "Miniature orchid! Christmas! Taka!" into her ear. I'm super subtle. Just ask my friends.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420856042230635042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Szq_2Xev2iI/AAAAAAAADso/7KFL7-khArE/s400/20169_1279915472672_1073606538_878656_2106447_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aren't they beautiful? I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See how wonderful it is? I tidied up my table and dresser recently and I love it! It makes me feel to much happier to be able to sit at my table. :) Well not that I do that much anyway but it's nice to be able to. Teehee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! Did my nails with nail art for the first time. I must say, it's pretty good. It's also helpful if I'm patient enough to sit still and not poke at my nails every 30 seconds once I put the nail polish on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420860680374523490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/SzrEEV6bFmI/AAAAAAAADs4/VpudswiSjw8/s400/DSC_0318.JPG" /&gt;I'm liking this new girly me. Maybe I should make it a habit to straighten my hair and do my nails regularly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes! After a period of deep thinking &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and my mom's constant complains about me being fat)&lt;/span&gt;, I've decided to jog at least one round around my neighbourhood &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which takes 2-4min)&lt;/span&gt; everyday and do a minute's worth of sit ups &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(currently about 30 sit ups) &lt;/span&gt;every night. So yes, hopefully, I shall slim down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met my friend the other day and she said that I've put on weight since she last saw me. Funny how everyone sees it but me. The weighing scales say the same thing though, I can't imagine how I can look fatter to everyone but still weigh the same. But anyway, I had my moment of glory when she went to buy bras..and realised the smallest size is too small for her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well I told her that anyway and it's true)&lt;/span&gt;. Then, I went on to say how I'm a B/C now. And she's like "I'm a B too!! .....Sometimes." Ahahaha! So what if I'm not stick thin! At least I have boobs! ....I'm such a pervert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, in short, that's what you missed with me so far. And I shall try to blog more frequently. It's just hard cos now I'm doing Project 365 on Facebook, which means I upload a photo everydya and I just blog there. Like talk about my day. So by the time I get round to blogging I'm fresh out of ideas. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-2669897004633140084?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/2669897004633140084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2669897004633140084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/2669897004633140084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Szq_2PUT0iI/AAAAAAAADsg/sniIE0JsWnc/s72-c/20169_1281129183014_1073606538_883032_271031_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-7215160269600394577</id><published>2009-12-18T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:02:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad and worried</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling kinda down, and very very worried about the Free Hugs Campaign tomorrow. Mom doesn't know. So cousins! SHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if no one comes up to hug me? Darn. I'll just suck it up and get on with it. Like AK said, if they don't, they're the one who's wrong in the head. Not me. What's there not to like about hugs right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-7215160269600394577?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/7215160269600394577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-and-worried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7215160269600394577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/7215160269600394577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-and-worried.html' title='Sad and worried'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-197722574063658443</id><published>2009-12-17T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:24:49.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well...</title><content type='html'>My body is not co-operating with me, neither is my emotional self. I fell and twisted my ankle in Malaysia. In addition to that, my emotional self is telling me that I should be with Ryan and that I should go go GO! get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm all issue-y like that. I like it better when I'm free and stuff. So...I shall pray for everything to sort itself out. I mean, I'm so pathetic! I should stop listening to my heart. As much as I want to, I have to stop. Cos my heart is too soft. She gets me into trouble and pain. Fine, I wouldn't have had such an amazing time in NI if I didn't listen to my heart and got together with Ryan. But then again, what if I ignored it? What if...I didn't get together with him? We might've just been friends and been much happier now. I guess. But would I have been &lt;em&gt;happier&lt;/em&gt;? That's the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. There's no sense in dwelling in the past. Now I shall just try to move on the best I can. I did! But he f***ed my mind up. Seriously, it ain't fair. But I shouldn't have been so dumb to think he'd still love me that way. Damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis all my fault so it is. I seriously want to cry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I wish I would stop being such a crybaby :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-197722574063658443?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/197722574063658443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/197722574063658443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/197722574063658443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-well.html' title='Well well...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-902086285362195822</id><published>2009-12-09T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:05:11.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Miss NI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Sx-uTWudgWI/AAAAAAAADsY/xTL5qNVAYO8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413236924663824738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Sx-uTWudgWI/AAAAAAAADsY/xTL5qNVAYO8/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found these two things when I was tidying my table today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after reading that card and sniffing the perfume I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That card was given to me by Auntie Carol on the day I left. Even now I still cannot read it without crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sniffing the perfume brought be back to school mornings when I would spray myself with it and look forward to school knowing that my special someone will be there with a huge hug waiting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously miss NI and I'm getting more and more depressed. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-902086285362195822?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/902086285362195822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-miss-ni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/902086285362195822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/902086285362195822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-miss-ni.html' title='Totally Miss NI'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Sx-uTWudgWI/AAAAAAAADsY/xTL5qNVAYO8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-4744455951576809705</id><published>2009-12-08T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:37:59.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye's on Google!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Sx27_uvLv2I/AAAAAAAADsQ/G-b1ZbOA05c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412689030721290082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Sx27_uvLv2I/AAAAAAAADsQ/G-b1ZbOA05c/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's Popeye the sailorman!~ Toot toot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-4744455951576809705?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/4744455951576809705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/popeyes-on-google.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4744455951576809705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/4744455951576809705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/popeyes-on-google.html' title='Popeye&apos;s on Google!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2cDB81CH4I/Sx27_uvLv2I/AAAAAAAADsQ/G-b1ZbOA05c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31749745.post-847250451779297140</id><published>2009-12-07T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:50:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ma Crap Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1f9f982e9067e46" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1f9f982e9067e46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330345321%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D839ED8A60258A2467758E24C4598BE9775578D63.667D49DA9A100B5C8269C79E6F02E272CCE32458%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1f9f982e9067e46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DobU_BWAbNASQHOzl-6jwT5sjbpc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1f9f982e9067e46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330345321%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D839ED8A60258A2467758E24C4598BE9775578D63.667D49DA9A100B5C8269C79E6F02E272CCE32458%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1f9f982e9067e46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DobU_BWAbNASQHOzl-6jwT5sjbpc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am such a crap teacher, but instead of typing out a huge passage, I've decided to upload the video I made instead. It's on Youtube too ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31749745-847250451779297140?l=amberyam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/feeds/847250451779297140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/ima-crap-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/847250451779297140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31749745/posts/default/847250451779297140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberyam.blogspot.com/2009/12/ima-crap-teacher.html' title='I&apos;ma Crap Teacher'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12843590759660087582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvXZKYJCo0c/Td58abeRROI/AAAAAAAAEBE/64kGkjlsjvE/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-25%2Bat%2B12.47%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
