<?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-32103720</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:13.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachael's words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116472160016819038</id><published>2006-11-28T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T05:46:40.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was my reason</title><content type='html'>' Why do you find it so hard to believe that you're loved?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116472160016819038?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116472160016819038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116472160016819038' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116472160016819038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116472160016819038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/11/she-was-my-reason.html' title='She was my reason'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116401276193132402</id><published>2006-11-20T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:54:25.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memento</title><content type='html'>The last two weeks have been excruciatingly tiring and yet strangely enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette slept over at my house almost every other night and we'd stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching telly. Ahem. I mean, the taiwanese drama serial Meteor Garden. I know it's kind of outdated( if 6 years can be counted as that) but I never really enjoyed chinese shows especially since I was waging war with Chinese when this particular show started garnering viewers. I just have to note this down-YAN CHEN XU and ZHOU YU MIN are the hottest chinese bods around. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, both of us would be watching telly, eating instant noodles and sleeping on couch. We'd be waken up at 7 a.m by my Sis and Christian, have to bring Poopie to look at the pitiful terrapin(I swear I never want to become a terrapin) and then change out of our PJs and leave for breakfast with my wonderful Sis and Poopie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two weeks have flown by so fast I can hardly remember what we did. My Sis took the whole 2 weeks of to look after Poopie since my parents left for Jerusalem. A vacation. And you thought your parents were holy. My Dad , by the way, has quit smoking! I am so proud of him. I'm ecstatic. WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the past few days with my Sis has really brought me closer to her. She's been so busy with her work and I've been caught up with school that we never really have had the time to talk. She's such a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette is so jolly and ridiculous and she has definitely helped lighten me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were rummaging through my Sis' stuff in my brother's room which my Sis and I use to share when I discovered these little pieces of paper where my sis would print photos of adorable animals on and be wishing me good luck for my PSLE. Just brings back memories. A wave of nostalgia washed over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping for Christmas clothes many times. I got mine when my Sis, poopie and I went to Raffles City. Derek met the three of us last Thursday at Paragon where Nette was supposed to shop for shoes but sadly... none caught her fancy. So she's currently shoeless for Christmas. If you see a girl walking around barefoot you know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;Nette and I were playing with Poopie while my Sis and Derek were sitting at a bench, chatting when we realised that Poopie'd pooped so we pushed him to Derek who was clueless and only suspected that something was wrong when we burst out laughing. Boy, Poopie's poop can really stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette was running around with him at home yesterday when he ran past her and she caught a disgusting whiff of rotten eggs. No guesses from whom the smell came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to our gallivanting adventures at Paragon. We had some coffee at Coffee Club when Poopie fell asleep and decided to sit there till Jon's work was done for the day so he could relieve us of the ultra active tyke. Bernard also came later on so it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my parenst have returned, I'm starting to miss the hilarious and fun days with Poopie and Nette and my Sis and Bernard. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that my Sis whipped up some amazing Botham burgers, mashed potatoes and tiramisu two Saturdays back? It was Yummy-licious! Ben, Kalene, Derek, Jon and Sean came over and we just gorged on the food. Thank you Sis! It was great! Later on in the night, Nette and I decided to sneak into the room where my Sis was putting Poopie to sleep and he was talking to himself, calling out my parents' names. Haha! It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mama,woah woah(he calls my Dad that)! Mama,woah woah, Ma woah!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we set out the Monopoly board and Nette, Derek, Jon, Sean and I played. Intitally we were playing by the rules until Derek gave up and allowed the whole if-you-don't-notice-that-someone's-landed-on-your-land-then-sucks-to-you technique. Sean was so blur, he didn't notice even when everyone was eerily silent. Thanks to Jon, I became bankrupt while Nette, Jon and Derek( with all his bloody hotels) were brimming with cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard also played with Nette and I a few nights before that and he lost. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Christmas now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A shoutout to CRYSTAL, GEN, GEE, PECK YI, ERNY, PRIS, VIC, CHERYL, NEL, WC, RACHEL, SHERRIE, IZZA, CLARE, SIEW SHUAN, ETHEL, ALLY, WZ, SAMMY and STEPH.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BEEN A WONDER SPENDING THIS WHOLE YEAR WITH ALL OF YOU. YOU ARE THE ONES THAT GIVE ME A REASON TO LEAVE THE FRONT DOOR EVERY MORNING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116401276193132402?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116401276193132402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116401276193132402' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116401276193132402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116401276193132402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/11/memento.html' title='Memento'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116315380799215854</id><published>2006-11-10T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:16:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Ball</title><content type='html'>I have been extremely tied up with helping my sister 'look after' Christian. Ahem. I mean, screaming and laughing with him and pressing our faces against doors. Thus, I haven't been able to attend several parties/ events especially the class reunion.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fun spending my whole week with my sister, Christian, Nette and Bernard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother surprised me on monday morning at 6.45 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother: WAKE UP! It's 6.45...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I've no school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother:HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:I've no schOOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother: WHAT?! I can't hear you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I HAVE NO school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Anyway, do you want to go for Notre Dame De Paris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother: Sure? I'm going to book the tickets you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall back to sleep and wake up later with fishfloundering in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFING CRAP! I'M GOING TO WATCH NOTRE DAME DE PARIS! YEEEEEEEAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to make Nette jealous by rubbing it in because she was dying to go too. But she got her ticket too. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the zoo last week with my classmates and we were so excited, it was stupid. Can't blame someone who hasn't been to the zoo since she was 11. Gen, Erny, Peck Yi and I sat in the cool air-conditioned room after we were done with our project and people- watched. It was funny. I love people-watching. Typical girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116315380799215854?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116315380799215854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116315380799215854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116315380799215854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116315380799215854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/11/crystal-ball.html' title='Crystal Ball'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116313664090601881</id><published>2006-11-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:55:37.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear teacher...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mdm Gammar,&lt;br /&gt;when I first entered class in 2005 and you were introducing yourself to us, my cousin passed the classroom and I waved vigorously at her. I got scolded and at that moment I swore to myself that you were going to be on the INSIGNIFICANT list.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to sound really cliched but my opinion of you did change within a month. You profoundly influenced me. You helped me to appreciate Literature. Your presence was comforting- resting your weight on one leg with your hand on the table during Literature lessons, the rich and infectious laughter at your own jokes which no one would understand at times, when you told us to ponder our big dreams for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I appreciate you so much because I did well for Literature for the whole of last year. Maybe it's because you made me want to delve deeper than I usually would into my studies. Whatever it is, you're a brilliant teacher and you defied the 'laws of being a teacher'. You were brutally honest with us and encouraged us to laugh at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Right, this sounds so tacky but thank you. It comes down to two words. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being that one person who made me work my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave messages for Mdm Gammar at Comments, if you wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116313664090601881?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116313664090601881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116313664090601881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116313664090601881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116313664090601881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-teacher.html' title='Dear teacher...'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116160531756442818</id><published>2006-10-23T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:08:37.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overrated</title><content type='html'>And they keep saying that family is everything. Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116160531756442818?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116160531756442818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116160531756442818' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116160531756442818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116160531756442818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/overrated.html' title='Overrated'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116152240250233005</id><published>2006-10-22T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T06:06:42.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the old songs</title><content type='html'>I don't fully understand the purpose of me attending school when no lessons have been conducted for the past few days but since my Dad insists for no sensible reason, I have been holding it out in the impossibly cramped and hot school hall. I think I might suffer from claustrophobia. Anyway, the main point is, attending school for the past few days has helped enlightened me on the serious issues that the world is afflicted with.&lt;br /&gt;Poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Exploitation of women in developing countries.&lt;br /&gt;The rising statistics for pre- marital sex and underage pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many websites and newspapers have already highlighted these issues. So here's a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not our abilities that show who we really are, it is our choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I couldn't be any more preachy)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116152240250233005?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116152240250233005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116152240250233005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116152240250233005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116152240250233005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-of-old-songs.html' title='One of the old songs'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116090506079023123</id><published>2006-10-15T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:37:40.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I Afraid To Tell You Who I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;‘Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we to be brilliant, beautiful, talented, and fabulous. But honestly, who are you to not be so?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You are a child of God, small games do not work in this world. For those around us to feel peace, it is not example to make ourselves small. We were born to express the glory of god that lives in us. It is not in some of us, it is in all of us. While we allow our light to shine, we unconsciously give permission for others to do the same. When we liberate ourselves from our own fears, simply our presence may liberate others.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116090506079023123?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116090506079023123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116090506079023123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116090506079023123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116090506079023123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-am-i-afraid-to-tell-you-who-i-am.html' title='Why Am I Afraid To Tell You Who I Am'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116080064336394014</id><published>2006-10-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:37:23.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skylarking (We can be what we want to be)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/we%20are%20weirdoooos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/ernygenrachcrysgret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/erngencrysgretrach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/erngencrysgretrach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/dumbass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/dumbass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/classic(=.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/classic%28%3D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116080064336394014?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116080064336394014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116080064336394014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116080064336394014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116080064336394014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/skylarking-we-can-be-what-we-want-to.html' title='Skylarking (We can be what we want to be)'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116063651552691854</id><published>2006-10-11T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:01:55.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Upside Of Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The upside of falling is that you give your friends a chance to catch you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are OFFICIALLY over. I thought I'd recount the whole exam period just so I can look back next year and think "And I thought exams then caused haemorrhages!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English- The papers were all right. I'm not confident about my essays but I think the comprehension questions for the comprehension passage were not too bad. The Oral exam was... well... I said "Blah, blah, blah" and I was totally mortified when the examiner wrote it down in her comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- Fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature- I wrote absolute junk for the Macbeth essay questions but I loved the Unseen poem! The other paper on poetry was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Math- Not too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Math- Two words, TOTAL LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics- I KNOW I flunked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History- I'm going to drop from the 1st in the last exam to last for this semester's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies- Hopefully, I'll do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*                                       *                                          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slip inside the eye of your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch a film with the girls yesterday because the tickets were sold out so we went shopping. I didn't get anything for myself(sadly) but I did buy Izza's birthday present. We were walking around town for 7 hours straight. My legs were really jelly by the time we left. It reminded me of the time when my Sis and I stayed in town from 3pm to 10pm. I seriously think the cells in our feet were starting to crenate from excessive strain and lack of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee and Genny Bib bought bags. Gee's bag's from Le Coq Sportif and it looks like a mailbag. Very cute and interesting. Genny Bib's bag is huge and brown. It resembles a Puma bag but it's really nice and tanned. She was saving up for another bag actually but it wasn't in the shop anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, Prissy and Gee also bought printed tees. &lt;br /&gt;Erny was loaded with cash but she couldn't find anything she liked, which is crazy. Hur! Hur! But she is quite picky afterall. She did see a pair of faded grey skinny jeans in Topshop but they didn't have it in her size. Mind- boggling. Topshop only had these jeans from size 34(Or was it 32)onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an oversized black top at Esprit, which I am going to GET. I also tried on a lovely black turtleneck cottton dress, which looks like the one Kate Bosworth wore to one of the red- carpet events and I fell in love with it. Besides the dress and top, I saw a few wide belts at a vintage shop that Erny refused to leave and I also want a white ribbed cardigan. Oh! And we entered Zara and Gee and I started trying on the shoes and at Mango, Gee burst out laughing when she saw those comfortable stretchable flats, whatever they're called. I started laughing because she just wouldn't stop and we were resembled two maniacs laughing hysterically on the parquet floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen also almost walked into a worm when we were alighting the bus. Maybe she did. She DID start screaming and running her fingers through her hair and tousling it. Embarrassment 101.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee got Mrs Teo one of those cute round badges in Topshop and it says brain with a picture of a bird below it. Bird brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel couldn't understand what our Chinese teacher(who was her examiner) was saying during the Oral exam. Tough luck. She's so funny though. Nel actually said "It's allright" in Chinese our teacher, implying that she understands that she has to get a fail mark.&lt;br /&gt;But Nel's Math is marvellous so I guess that's the downside of having a Math brain and being Eurasian. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Vic and Cheryl and Sonia, you guys didn't manage to join us but I hope you have a wonderful rest before we receive our results tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee! Rrie and I are going to be okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Rachie, how were the exams for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116063651552691854?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116063651552691854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116063651552691854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116063651552691854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116063651552691854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/upside-of-falling.html' title='The Upside Of Falling'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116046882551263064</id><published>2006-10-10T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:27:05.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they say...</title><content type='html'>"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The *fuzzed up* are over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE *fzzzzed up* are over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAAAAAA..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE EXAMS ARE OVER DURR-BRAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Oh yeah. OHMYFREAKIN... Hee. Cheers everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams have damaged my cerebrum. I have lost all intellect and intelligence. By that I mean I've wiped off every information of every subject I've studied this year. Ain't life grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole week of therapy planned out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th October- Drown myself in popcorn and flashing images in plush seats with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th October- Izza's birthday party! &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Izza!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th October- Interview for a 'job offer'. Pray for me. My first time trying my chops at working. Excited much. Thank you sista! Plus, hopefully Paula and Beatrice will come over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th October-Probably off to the zoo with the girls. Nette's birthday bash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th October- Spending whole day with Nette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th October- Cheryl's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st October- Luncheon at Aunt's house. Missing catechism. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st October- Halloween! Whip out the gory masks and cauldrons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really pissed Rrie off and I've been a real idiot to many people. It frightens me because i don't really know what I've been doing. So, I'm going to take full control of my life. By that I mean- be nicer to people and be less selfish (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Beatrice and Paula and NY! I sound silly. But I can't help it. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist and to-do list for end of 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone in class will forgive each other and put aside all amneties.&lt;br /&gt;2. Catch up with my childhood bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone has a wonderful end to a wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;4. To love everyone to the fullest extent. (Okay...)&lt;br /&gt;5. To have secret knowledge on the ending of the last Harry Potter book. (I think I'm going to die of suspense. )&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy Nel the Me-To-You bear I've owed her since her 14th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;7. To get Whiskey back.&lt;br /&gt;8. To make snow angels with Poopie. (I guess this can wait though)&lt;br /&gt;9. Smoke a cigar&lt;br /&gt;10.Get absolutely drunk on Christmas night.&lt;br /&gt;11.Get a lovely, huge Christmas stocking.&lt;br /&gt;12.Get presents for the girls and more girls and family.&lt;br /&gt;13.Give a huge hug to everyone I love at the end of the school year and on Christmas night.&lt;br /&gt;14.WC will come back.&lt;br /&gt;15.Meet Mark Ruffalo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116046882551263064?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116046882551263064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116046882551263064' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116046882551263064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116046882551263064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-they-say.html' title='And they say...'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116037226291246761</id><published>2006-10-08T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:37:43.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't buy the necessities of life with cookies</title><content type='html'>Alex Yoong won the A1 cup. That's the Grand Prix. Or not. I'm not too sure. For that, strongly advised to approach my bro-in-law, Bernard. I reckon he must see the roads in Singapore through a race driver's eyes because he drives pretty darn fast. For the standard in Singapore. Which is pretty cool except for the occasional bout of motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the winner- my Sis and I think he's really, quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Grates: "Have I stepped over some line in the sands of coolness with you? Because excuse me if somebody doesn't know the secret handshake with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy Dyer: "There's no secret handshake. There's an IQ prerequisite, but there's no secret handshake."- Reality Bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NETTE!(It's on the 12th but oh...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116037226291246761?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116037226291246761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116037226291246761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116037226291246761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116037226291246761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-cant-buy-necessities-of-life-with.html' title='You can&apos;t buy the necessities of life with cookies'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116011296932253042</id><published>2006-10-05T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:36:09.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessed soul</title><content type='html'>My family's housekeeper, Anne, was telling me about her younger sister who passed  away last year just before she turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and her sister were very close and she adored Anne's daughter. One day, she started 'speaking' in a coarse and low voice. She refused to eat. She was sent to 5 hospitals but none of the doctors could diagnose her with any malignant disease or sickness. She would lie on the hospital bed with a rosary around her neck but everytime the devil possessed her, everything would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her usual cheery voice would switch abruptly to a rough, menacing one and she'd wrench the rosary from her neck. After a bout, she'd return to her normal self and ask where her rosary was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She refused to eat and wouldn't fall asleep and nightly she would shake convulsively pointing everywhere, saying that there were devils in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for Anne's family to afford the hospital fees, her father had to sell their farmhouse but Anne's sister insisted against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "I've accepted my fate. Don't sell the farm."&lt;br /&gt;The father replied "I'm going to. I have to do all I can to cure you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne's sister died two days before the farmhouse was to be sold and she pecked Anne on the cheek before leaving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne's parents, bewildered, approached their friends with questions about their daughter's strange death. They said she had been cursed by a witch. One of their aged friends lit a candle and performed some 'magic' and found out that some of Anne's sister's friends had visited a witch. They had been jealous of the attention that the beautiful girl received and their green monsters cost the life of a wonderful and lovable girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne's mother could not speak for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And here I am being a self- absorbed girl, getting annoyed when the world doesn't revolve around me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116011296932253042?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116011296932253042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116011296932253042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116011296932253042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116011296932253042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/possessed-soul.html' title='Possessed soul'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-116002609368242449</id><published>2006-10-04T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:47:42.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking by</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Rachael Anne Goh-9-3-5.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for stealing interesting, eye- catching things from my friends' blogs. Anyway, I got this from Gretl's lovely blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yipee! I'm done with &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the Math, Literature, English and Chinese (Oral examinations not included), Social Studies and Biology examinations! I can't wait for next Wednesday! That liberating feeling that will wash over me in 6 days (Yes, I can predict my future) is going to be wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone can join me in drowning themselves in the red sea. NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE right?&lt;br /&gt;Of course everyone has to pay for their own plane tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss WC. Leaving me behind while she flies off to Australia. Wrenched my heart out. Yes, another heart grew back. You know... cells reproduce... all that... Heh! But I still miss her terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Felton has a blog. No, I'm not a fanatic but I just happened to stumble across it. &lt;em&gt;Accidentally.&lt;/em&gt; All right, I was being a snoop. What's a bogged-down-by-exams girl got to do? I'm sure Clare Ee and Amelia will be very appreciative anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of Harry Potter, I was wondering if I could ever write such amazing books the way JK Rowling, Sophie Kinsella, Jane Austen, Victor Hugo, Emily Bronte, Tony Parsons do. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen has been having an awful week. She's one of my close pals. Can't imagine having a watered-down week on top of all the exams. Must really stink. Pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the Beemer(BMW) Expo. First time at a car convention. Nette and I got into the first convertible we saw and I, having this symptom known as Itchy Fingers, opened the compartment below the dashboard and couldn't get it to close. Started to panic. Nette and I rushed out of the car and beamed angelically at my sister , who appeared just as we got out of the car. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, would anyone like to join me for Tennis lessons?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-116002609368242449?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/116002609368242449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=116002609368242449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116002609368242449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/116002609368242449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/10/walking-by.html' title='Walking by'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115952095280624426</id><published>2006-09-29T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:09:12.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/vheryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/vheryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/rag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/rag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Geetu and Peck Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/rachh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/rachh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Nel's birthday surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/rachael.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/rachael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/rachael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Sonia and Nel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/rachae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/rachae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             3/6 of 2006, CHIJKC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/rach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/rach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   I, Cheryl and Gen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/rac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/rac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Nathalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Erny,I,Gen,Sonia,Peck Yi,Stephanie and Geetu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/gen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/gen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Palm fortune teller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Gretl,Crystal and Erny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/erny"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/erny%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Gen's predictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/crys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/crys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Priscilla and Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/womad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/womad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Womad Festival&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115952095280624426?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115952095280624426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115952095280624426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115952095280624426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115952095280624426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/09/snippets.html' title='Snippets'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115828307182201489</id><published>2006-09-14T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T18:17:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most beautiful baby in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/6_sept_tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/6_sept_tiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are photographs of Poopie as Baby Tigger!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: No animals were harmed in the process of the shooting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S: I am currently in  myChemistry lesson. I am so attentive. Aren't you proud of me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115828307182201489?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115828307182201489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115828307182201489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115828307182201489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115828307182201489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/09/most-beautiful-baby-in-world.html' title='The most beautiful baby in the world'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115822112469364590</id><published>2006-09-14T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:21:56.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen secrets</title><content type='html'>( )-smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( )-done weed&lt;br /&gt;( x)-kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( x)-drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been in love&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been fired&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )-Snuck out of a parents' house&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( )-Made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( )-Gone out on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Had a crush on an older person&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Seen someone or something die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )-Had a crush on one of your Friendster friends&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( )-Thrown out for drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count:1 (Depressing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( )-Met someone because of Myspace&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been moshing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;( )-Like someone now&lt;br /&gt;( )-Laid on your backa nd watch cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;( )-Made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Built a sandcastle&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Played dress-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )-Jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( )-Gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;( )-Cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Been lonely&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Fallen asleep at school/work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( )-Used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Watched the sunset&lt;br /&gt;( )-Experienced an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( )-Killed a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( xxx)-Been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been robbed&lt;br /&gt;( )-Robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( )-Pet a reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( )-Been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Had detention&lt;br /&gt;( x)-Been in a car or motorbike accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total count: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from Clare Ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Squashed tomatoes and glue. You- look- like- a- monkey- and- you- act- like- one- too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115822112469364590?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115822112469364590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115822112469364590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115822112469364590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115822112469364590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/09/stolen-secrets.html' title='Stolen secrets'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115779273361083669</id><published>2006-09-09T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T02:05:33.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>The one- month- old baby a year and 14 days ago is now a year and 14 days old. And boy, is he one ball of energy. You know how people always say 'Oh yes, toddlers are a total nightmare'? Well, I thought that belief was quite cliche and the norm but I have to say, it's very true. Well, to a certain extent. See, Christian aka Poopie is fantastic! He's so funny and he cracks me up all the time and he's incredibly loving. If anything at all, he teaches me to love. Although I won't say that I'm the most loving and sweet person around. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has Poopie been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- He seriously runs on ,like, a never-ending supply of Diesel. He stands up confidently now and walks to you when you call him. He looked a tad like a drunkard initially trying to walk in a straight line but staggering a little because he wasn't that steady. Now he really is walking. Eery time he walks I start to imagine when he learns how to run... what fun! We can play Tag all day long. Excuse for skiving my studies and schoolwork. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-He just talks non-stop. And it's not the irritating yammering that I do. It's well... extremely endearing. Here's what he can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy-Na nee, Na nee! (Then he proceeds to run to her and pulls at my Sis to carry him)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy-Daaddy&lt;br /&gt;Ma ma-Ma ma(I still think Na Na would sound cuter)&lt;br /&gt;Ball-Baaaaaaaall&lt;br /&gt;Moo-Mmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Woof woof!-Ef Ef!&lt;br /&gt;Banana-Nanana&lt;br /&gt;Please-Pppppfff...(well, he hsan't got to opening his mouth for that but, commendable effort)&lt;br /&gt;Car-Car!&lt;br /&gt;Vroom, Vrroom!-vvoom&lt;br /&gt;Bao bao(That's 'carry' in Mandarin)- Bao bao&lt;br /&gt;Mum mum(That's 'food' in I-have-no-idea-what language)-Mum Mum!&lt;br /&gt;Nan nan(That's'milk' in once again, some foreign language unknown to me)-Nan nan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Both of us also have screaming competitions in which he starts by widening his eyes and opening his mouth and then 'AAAAAAAAaaaaaahhh!'. his whole face flushes and his eyes seem to convey this' Ha! Beat that!' I naturally scream back. Until my Sis asks both of us tostop screaming at each other. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-He also lays his head on a pillow if there is one in sight and you ask him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Like his parents, he seems to adore snacking. He eats Haagen Daz's and B&amp;J's ice-creams. And a whole lot of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-He has caught on with the nursery rhymes. Uber adorable. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best thing that's happened to us. (I think I'll show him this entry when he's 15 and embarrass him. If computers are still in existence then.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115779273361083669?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115779273361083669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115779273361083669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115779273361083669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115779273361083669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115762125366987104</id><published>2006-09-07T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:29:48.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imogen Heap addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what the hell is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the dust has only just begun to form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crop circles in the carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sinking, feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spin me 'round again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and rub my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this can't be happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when busy streets a mess with people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would stop to hold their heads heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hide and seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trains and sewing machines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all those years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they were here first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oily marks appear on walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where pleasure moments hung before the take over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sweeping insensitivity of this still life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hide and seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blood and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they were here first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooom what'dcha say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;emmm that you only meant well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well of course you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooom what'dcha say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emmm that's all for the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;emmm what'dcha say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm that it's just what we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you decided this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmmm what'dcha say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm what did she say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ransom notes keep falling out your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outsspeak no feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, I don't believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit(hide and seek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ransom notes keep falling out your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs(hide and seek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;speak no feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, I don't believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't care a bit,you don't care a bit(hide and seek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh no, you don't care a bit no, you don't care a bit(hide and seek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh no, you don't care a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't care a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't care a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:;" href="javascript:jsOpenhWnd(" logo_image="Fulep-0149-300x300&amp;lang=EN&amp;amp;mpf=0')&amp;quot;" a="lyrics007&amp;f=c_15&amp;amp;type=15&amp;id=10973&amp;amp;son_nom=Kiss"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:;" href="javascript:jsOpenhWnd(" logo_image="Fulep-0149-300x300&amp;lang=EN&amp;amp;mpf=0')&amp;quot;" a="lyrics007&amp;f=c_15&amp;amp;type=15&amp;id=10973&amp;amp;son_nom=Kiss"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115762125366987104?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115762125366987104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115762125366987104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115762125366987104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115762125366987104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/09/imogen-heap-addict.html' title='Imogen Heap addict'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115735754995697458</id><published>2006-09-04T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:16:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Asked THE Big Guy Above...</title><content type='html'>To persuade my Sis to whip up her FANTABULOUS tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;My prayers were answered. Finished the WHOLE cake with a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; help from Nette in a record, TWO days! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give me some life.&lt;br /&gt;My prayers were answered. Been watching Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Goblet Of Fire in our religious classes every Tuesday. Mr. Jega is officially my favourite teacher. Yes, my life revolves around films, films and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whisper or rather shout in WC's ear with one of those impossibly annoying loud hailers.&lt;br /&gt;My prayers were answered. She called on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;'Hi Rachael?'&lt;br /&gt;'Hi, h... OHMYFREAKING! HIIII!!!'&lt;br /&gt;Sis and bro-in-law rushes out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;'Whaa? Oh.'&lt;br /&gt;(I'm laughing inside about now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;My prayers were half answered. Well, I didn't get a Kitkat. But I did get the one week break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help me understand people.&lt;br /&gt;My prayers were answered when I dressed up as a Powerpuff girl with Gee and Gen onstage. It was totally, beautifully mortifying. But I did it with the best people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Kranji War Memorial with my classmates and it was th most beautiful place I've ever been to. Maybe I'm socially deprived but I felt so much emotions, which should be usually impossible for a sane person. Especially when you're a self-obsessed-angsty-whirlwind-like-15-year-old. There was this immense sadness that just swallowed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men and women and children who left this world to give US a chance to experience the world are absolute angels. Heroes. As our guide said, TO THE WORLD THEY WERE BUT SOLDIERS,TO US THEY ARE THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is the greatest. I love you Daddy, Mummy, my one and only Sis, my Big Bro, my incredibly lame Bro-in-law, gorgeous Christian and Nette. Not forgetting my best friends-my 4 cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of best friends. WC,Rachel,Beatrice,Paula,Clare,Nel,Cheryl,Gen,Gee,Vic,Crystal,Priscilla,Sonia,Peck Yi,Erny, Ally and the MIA N.Y, you are more than I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, enough with the cheese factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All geared up for exams in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the big girl I should be. Up the geek factor, down the... well, down the childish factor. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me that Miu Miu coffer bag. And maybe a pair of Gucci suede platforms. And of course a pair of Chanel shades. Then get me a joint and some coke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115735754995697458?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115735754995697458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115735754995697458' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115735754995697458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115735754995697458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-asked-big-guy-above.html' title='I Asked THE Big Guy Above...'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115554793691989359</id><published>2006-08-14T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T02:41:35.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a world, eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Since my posts have been pretty dreary. Words, words and more words. Here are a few pictures. Feel free to drop comments on how atrociously stupid I look. Feel free to send me photos of group outings that I've been on with you or just any pictures that have inspired you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: Crystal, I would like some of our photos. :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Oh and I was dreaming of Snow Patrol and Keane and The Killers. HINT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSC00627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSC00627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile like you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/YAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/YAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to know about cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSC01284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSC01284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Grand Copthorne. After the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSC01283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSC01283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderellies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSC01289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSC01289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then in January at SJI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSCN4377dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSCN4377dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:), Michelle, I and Rrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSCF0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSCF0598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherrie is loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSCF0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSCF0549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign at our dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSCF0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSCF0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school before the gala night performance.&lt;br /&gt;Don't we look like flower fanatics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/1600/DSCF0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5202/2271/320/DSCF0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dressing room. The good, the bad and the&lt;br /&gt;ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115554793691989359?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115554793691989359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115554793691989359' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115554793691989359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115554793691989359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-world-eh.html' title='What a world, eh?'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115501466733309786</id><published>2006-08-08T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:24:27.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oranges For Christmas</title><content type='html'>Gen wants to contribute to the blog. She will be taking the reins for this entry and all thoughts and words are by her. Once again, courtesy of Genevieve. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good afternoon to one &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;i am truely grately for this opportunity to be able to contribute an entry for my beloved friend, the one &amp;amp; only most georgeous, Rachael Anna Goh.&lt;br /&gt;she has loved me too much &amp; realised the only way to show her love for me is to allow me to hearby post an entry for her.&lt;br /&gt;she seems absolutely estatic that she has resorted to wack me on my hand &amp;amp; give a cheeky laugh. geeezz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okays. national day's celebration (ow she wacks me again) was a bore.&lt;br /&gt;well except for the mass singing/dancing.&lt;br /&gt;(OW AGAIN she wacks me cause she loves me just tooooo much. yes you see she expresses her love through violence. i promise to teach her some manners soon)&lt;br /&gt;a variety of multi-racial songs were sung led by the girl scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;FOR ONCE,&lt;br /&gt;school finished at 10AM! HOORAY! ALAS CALOOH CALAY. (&lt;-jabberwocky)&lt;br /&gt;breakfast at macs where a mini food fight occurred&lt;br /&gt;the rest of our time have been spent fruitfully at the library looking at people's friendster accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAKE HOUSE later.&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY. (outburst of cheering)&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay colonel fazackerly butterworth-toast&lt;br /&gt;ends it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;i truly &lt;b&gt;LOVE ANNA GOH TRUCKLOADS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gosh it pays to love her)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115501466733309786?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115501466733309786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115501466733309786' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115501466733309786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115501466733309786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/08/oranges-for-christmas.html' title='Oranges For Christmas'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32103720.post-115458260364200590</id><published>2006-08-02T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:23:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart is a small miracle</title><content type='html'>My stomach feels horrible. I can't eat anything without regurgitating it. Brilliant. I have to have these frustrating cow-like symptoms on a school holiday. It couldn't have occured yesterday. Aren't I the luckiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to change this blog's template because I tried changing the original one to a brand new, pretty one and being the techie idiot I am... Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the past two weeks have been insane. I finally ran without stopping(Okay, maybe it was more of jogging) around the school and VJC. I felt so exhilarated after the &lt;em&gt;run&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks a bunch to Nelly who eased my fears about stoppping. I know it sounds ridiculous but I do get jitters about running. Believe it or not. I like being in top form when in comes to sports. I was in quite good shape last year. Running like a mad hare during PE lessons. This year has been different. I started slacking off and after awhile I stopped running. I never ran for more than 3 minutes. I'd just stop. And it sucked. So I'm real glad that I'm starting to be the Rachael I once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly made this up. It cracks me up. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo Momma so dumb, she punches clocks to kill time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the final-year exams are in 2 months! Shucks, I really need to start studying and actually doing homework. School is great fun but all these lessons and schoolwork makes me feel stuck. Stuck in a rut. It's really sad if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 6.30am. Bathe. Off to school. Study(or in my case sleep) from 7.45am to 2.15pm. Half the day is wasted already. Now take that and multiply it by over a 100 days. That's probably about half the year wasted. To think I could be watching telly-vision, listening to music, writing, riding a Vespa around Italy and subsequently getting killed by my Dad for riding a scooter. He doesn't trust any other automobile that isn't a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where everyone I know will be ten years from now...&lt;br /&gt;My classmate, Rachel( Crazy obsession with my name) and I were having our usual deep conversation. It's something only us, intellectuals can understand. Ha! Yes. So we were discussing about how insignificant certain subjects are to us because they are of no importance to our future ambitions. School subjects like Chinese(for her) and A Math(for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picket Fences is on telly now. There's an old woman on the hospital bed. She's pale. She's dead. There's an orange stuck in her mouth. A whole orange. What a sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Twohill was my best friend last night. He sang OASIS' Don't Look Back in Anger! My love affair with Oasis. :) I like anyone who likes Oasis. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next performance for us, Drama queens is on the 8th. Had a rehearsal yesterday straight after Chinese remedial. Rachel and I finally talked for once in two weeks. I'm glad we did. A weight lifted of me. Then another one crashed down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that The Taming Game brought us together. After 3 years. We were never this close. We're not clingy close but at least we share this understanding and connection now. Rachel,Rrie,Kimmy,Amelia,Nabila,Izza,Kath,Nicole,Joy,Jeanna,Ninny,Val- all so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite blessed. I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32103720-115458260364200590?l=christianwhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115458260364200590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32103720&amp;postID=115458260364200590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115458260364200590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32103720/posts/default/115458260364200590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christianwhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/08/heart-is-small-miracle.html' title='The heart is a small miracle'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660234999345498844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
