<?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-5734753921574128573</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:06:47.531-07:00</updated><category term='Games'/><category term='RO2'/><title type='text'>blog title</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shi and Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650297974227230782</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-2044979087089775883</id><published>2007-08-30T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:51.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>Ice skating was free tonight on the RIT campus for orientation week events :D After she helped me clean up my room we headed back to campus for the late night skate event, here's the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqjVY9xI/AAAAAAAAACY/fXwWfFBuGsA/s1600-h/CIMG1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqjVY9xI/AAAAAAAAACY/fXwWfFBuGsA/s320/CIMG1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104720957501142802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ice Rink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqTVY9uI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ez1DfPQfIV8/s1600-h/CIMG1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqTVY9uI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ez1DfPQfIV8/s320/CIMG1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104720953206175458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shi noobin on the ice floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqTVY9vI/AAAAAAAAACI/BzotnXeNN_c/s1600-h/CIMG1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqTVY9vI/AAAAAAAAACI/BzotnXeNN_c/s320/CIMG1639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104720953206175474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a break from the skating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqjVY9wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Hu10P7tW-24/s1600-h/CIMG1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqjVY9wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Hu10P7tW-24/s320/CIMG1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104720957501142786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st good pic Shi ever took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqjVY9yI/AAAAAAAAACg/LinWRT7fS0Q/s1600-h/CIMG1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqjVY9yI/AAAAAAAAACg/LinWRT7fS0Q/s320/CIMG1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104720957501142818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pat~ jia you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rtec2DVY9zI/AAAAAAAAACo/0X_izOCcl5k/s1600-h/CIMG1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rtec2DVY9zI/AAAAAAAAACo/0X_izOCcl5k/s320/CIMG1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104721155069638450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After near 2 hours Shi can finally stand without falling&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/5734753921574128573-2044979087089775883?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/2044979087089775883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=2044979087089775883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/2044979087089775883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/2044979087089775883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/08/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>Shi and Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650297974227230782</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtecqjVY9xI/AAAAAAAAACY/fXwWfFBuGsA/s72-c/CIMG1642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-938573218234838480</id><published>2007-08-29T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:51.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TADAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtYNfjVY9tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ssZ7Sn-3pHw/s1600-h/final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtYNfjVY9tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ssZ7Sn-3pHw/s320/final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104282063383099090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the pic of us together hehe, We had to photoshop the background out because the school put me in the Inn temporarily, and didn't want it to look like it's at a hotel LOL. It's been almost 8 long months and it's a great feeling to be able to hold hands together. Amazingly, it didn't feel awkward at all the first time we met. It was smooth and in fact, it felt like we were just a couple who haven't seen each other for a long time instead of meeting for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll update more soon! busy people ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-938573218234838480?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/938573218234838480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=938573218234838480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/938573218234838480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/938573218234838480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/08/tadaaaa.html' title='TADAAAA'/><author><name>Shi and Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650297974227230782</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RtYNfjVY9tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ssZ7Sn-3pHw/s72-c/final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-992914830985452779</id><published>2007-08-24T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:05:47.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Week Ever</title><content type='html'>Finally it's Friday, just two more days until I get to embark on that 7 hour drive west of Boston and finally return to RIT. This has absolutely been the longest week EVER. Since my job assignment ended last Friday, there's really been nothing to do all week. Pat's made it to NY safely, and I'm happy about that. But it's just been one obstacle after another. At first it became a dysfunctional computer in Singapore, so our communication was kinda cut off sometimes and there was only a 20 sms limit on the internet sms site for singtel. Then when she's in Indonesia she can't even reply via sms due to ridiculous oversea charges... and not to mention the very uncooperative DSL connection. As Pat reached Rochester just a few days ago, I thought communication would ease up a ton. Boy was I wrong... Since her family is here, and it's probably gonna be very hard to explain if I call exactly after she gets her cellphone and hasn't really met anyone at school yet. Sigh, here I thought everything would ease up a bit, but I totally forgot her family will be here till next Tuesday. Isn't it odd though, I spoke with her alot just on Wednesday evening, and it's like I go crazy without being able to speak with her just for 2 days =/ I'm a little struggling with deciding what to do, like I know she's busy, but I want to hear from her. I SMS her every few hours, but I'm sometimes scared I'm being a bother. I'm a little frustrated over how she's so close now and I can't even talk to her when I want to. Maybe it's just anxiety, but I've also been having difficulty falling asleep lately, and wake up constantly at night. But at times like these, I always try to tell myself to calm down and take a deep breath, it's the home stretch and I'm almost there and I can make it until next Tuesday. On a brighter note... All my packing is finished!! All but this computer... which I will pack Sunday morning right before I leave x).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-992914830985452779?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/992914830985452779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=992914830985452779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/992914830985452779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/992914830985452779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/08/longest-week-ever.html' title='Longest Week Ever'/><author><name>Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16829083171881166801</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-5734753921574128573.post-5442506618344758268</id><published>2007-08-17T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:52.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>3 more days before i'm flying to us !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are super attentive, you'd have noticed that I &lt;em&gt;finally crossed &lt;/em&gt;something out on my wishlist! Yep..it's the heavenly Baileys ice cream...mmm &gt;&lt; ! And..it's not in the wishlist, but I had a tub of cookies &amp; cream ice cream too :P . Yea yea I was perfectly aware that I was breaking my diet..into pieces, but I was really upset so I couldn't care less, ice cream makes meh happy T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling extremely down recently because of a myriad of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was promised at least a week in sg to meet up with my friends, but I only ended up with 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;2. Parting with my friends was painful T_T.&lt;br /&gt;3. Was feeling really lonely after #2 T_T.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lots of paperwork to do for school.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bad hair days.&lt;br /&gt;6. Gained weight from gobbling ice cream die to #2 and #3.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tooth hurtsssss...lots of dental appointments to fix it. Still ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;8. Took 3 injections in 3 days, 1 more to go this year (sch health req).&lt;br /&gt;9. Etc etc !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I was down for 1-2 weeks..and i'm feeling much better now ^^V. Thanks to Shi hunnie for putting up with me and cheering me up whenever &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, here's a pic of our last meeting this year, me and my really good friends =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RsXOjWXS5KI/AAAAAAAAACc/vshFsNxRYGk/s1600-h/meew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099709259760985250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RsXOjWXS5KI/AAAAAAAAACc/vshFsNxRYGk/s320/meew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a haircut today too =D. please PLEASE&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;ignore the auntie-style curls, the hairdresser did an awful job -_-. Hairdressers here really like to rigidly style everyone's hair this way..no matter how many times I told them NOT to give me &lt;em&gt;puffy auntie&lt;/em&gt; hair *&lt;em&gt;coughs&lt;/em&gt;* .I guess that's because 90% of salon-goers in indon are aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RsXOyGXS5LI/AAAAAAAAACk/kSeAqrVWEyU/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099709513164055730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RsXOyGXS5LI/AAAAAAAAACk/kSeAqrVWEyU/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me with new specs =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RsXPIWXS5MI/AAAAAAAAACs/MRHzhSGQpsU/s1600-h/me+specs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099709895416145090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RsXPIWXS5MI/AAAAAAAAACs/MRHzhSGQpsU/s320/me+specs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those who started school already, hope you're having lots of fun ^^ ! I can't wait for mine to start tooooo&lt;/div&gt;&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/5734753921574128573-5442506618344758268?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/5442506618344758268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=5442506618344758268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/5442506618344758268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/5442506618344758268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RsXOjWXS5KI/AAAAAAAAACc/vshFsNxRYGk/s72-c/meew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-8297680099401033071</id><published>2007-08-05T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:54.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WCG Asian championships !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOTSA fun ! I was actually supposed to go tanning at sentosa beach with my friend, but change of plans- went to last day of WCG Asian Championships instead :P (geeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, none of the tourney players are hot. We were very disappointed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was pretty cool! JJ 林俊杰 performed there ! I really like the song he sang, 殺手. It's my new fav =D And I got WCG t shirts, whee ! The t shirts for guys are really nice, but the ones for girls really suck -_-. It seems like they're not expecting girls to come to this event (which is true, the hall was 99% filled with guys lol xD). I still got bought the girls' shirt cos i want a souvenir :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZypgeSNwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BTHhcI0MxN0/s1600-h/CIMG1600-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095386085833455362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZypgeSNwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BTHhcI0MxN0/s320/CIMG1600-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Front (see BIG UGLY LOGO smack at the center)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ0bAeSNxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kXfbGCRdj2k/s1600-h/CIMG1607-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095388035748607762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ0bAeSNxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kXfbGCRdj2k/s320/CIMG1607-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..&amp; back! (curved text below looks cheap o_o...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ1aQeSNyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OEvCcwAEdrs/s1600-h/CIMG1604-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095389122375333666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ1aQeSNyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OEvCcwAEdrs/s320/CIMG1604-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guys' ! See..much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ1vweSNzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AqLoUCOrCRc/s1600-h/CIMG1605-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095389491742521138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ1vweSNzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AqLoUCOrCRc/s320/CIMG1605-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ19geSN0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SQVGiVe_mbE/s1600-h/CIMG1606-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095389727965722434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ19geSN0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SQVGiVe_mbE/s320/CIMG1606-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front &amp; back ^^ ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ7WweSN_I/AAAAAAAAACM/JWlMoxY-a-4/s1600-h/CIMG1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095395659315558386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ7WweSN_I/AAAAAAAAACM/JWlMoxY-a-4/s320/CIMG1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darth vader !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ6sQeSN-I/AAAAAAAAACE/L7wXUNCejsY/s1600-h/CIMG1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095394929171118050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ6sQeSN-I/AAAAAAAAACE/L7wXUNCejsY/s320/CIMG1572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ6TweSN9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vUVkg7l6se4/s1600-h/CIMG1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095394508264323026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ6TweSN9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vUVkg7l6se4/s320/CIMG1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cookies &amp; cream ice cream w waffles @ gelare =DD yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ6FgeSN8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/52OvFXuWFDM/s1600-h/CIMG1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095394263451187138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ6FgeSN8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/52OvFXuWFDM/s320/CIMG1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken little! *pokes face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ59geSN7I/AAAAAAAAABs/a1AKeGeQTlA/s1600-h/CIMG1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095394126012233650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ59geSN7I/AAAAAAAAABs/a1AKeGeQTlA/s320/CIMG1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SWAT team LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ5ngeSN6I/AAAAAAAAABk/vcqkkp0T6Lg/s1600-h/CIMG1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095393748055111586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ5ngeSN6I/AAAAAAAAABk/vcqkkp0T6Lg/s320/CIMG1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; V ! Actually we forgot which movie he's from..and we wanted to ask him but didn't (paiseh -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3vQeSN5I/AAAAAAAAABc/1Ck6h13Cz7U/s1600-h/CIMG1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095391682175842194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3vQeSN5I/AAAAAAAAABc/1Ck6h13Cz7U/s320/CIMG1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition booth! Rather sad actually..just a chair and this screen playing the demo again &amp; again :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3gweSN4I/AAAAAAAAABU/yn119DT_jsM/s1600-h/CIMG1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095391433067739010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3gweSN4I/AAAAAAAAABU/yn119DT_jsM/s320/CIMG1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedBull Bug !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3SQeSN3I/AAAAAAAAABM/MQGFzFNu-AM/s1600-h/CIMG1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095391183959635826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3SQeSN3I/AAAAAAAAABM/MQGFzFNu-AM/s320/CIMG1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3KgeSN2I/AAAAAAAAABE/DfqfXUhmbMw/s1600-h/CIMG1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095391050815649634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3KgeSN2I/AAAAAAAAABE/DfqfXUhmbMw/s320/CIMG1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;360s ! Love that big screen xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3BgeSN1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/CNJW-ROxmy8/s1600-h/CIMG1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095390896196826962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ3BgeSN1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/CNJW-ROxmy8/s320/CIMG1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hot FF Guys ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ7egeSOAI/AAAAAAAAACU/R15mDnQ_Em0/s1600-h/CIMG1599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095395792459544578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZ7egeSOAI/AAAAAAAAACU/R15mDnQ_Em0/s320/CIMG1599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhorage xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome day ^_^ i'll miss her so much T_T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5734753921574128573-8297680099401033071?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/8297680099401033071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=8297680099401033071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/8297680099401033071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/8297680099401033071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/08/wcg-asian-championships.html' title='WCG Asian championships !'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RrZypgeSNwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BTHhcI0MxN0/s72-c/CIMG1600-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-8133028978633928831</id><published>2007-08-02T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:00:26.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lol I took this test too xD, everything reflects me pretty well! Except they kinda flipped Bio and Chem around rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Engineering&lt;/b&gt;, You should be an Engineering major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="83"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=17550N"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Besides all this. Pat got into my school! (RIT) So congratulate her! Congrats pat :D Also mmm I think i'm accidentally in the joint account not my own. But this is Shi posting. I'm pretty excited about the fall now, in less than a month i'll finally be able to meet her and even go to school together. We've had our bumps in the ride but I think things are going to get alot better very soon. We'll definitely take a pic together if it isn't the first thing we do hehe. I was screaming my lungs out the other day when I got the news from her x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-8133028978633928831?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/8133028978633928831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=8133028978633928831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/8133028978633928831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/8133028978633928831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/08/lol-i-took-this-test-too-xd-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Shi and Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650297974227230782</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-5734753921574128573.post-7896143567948192027</id><published>2007-07-29T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T05:30:11.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;, You should be a Math major! Like Pythagoras, you are analytical, rational, and when are always ready to tackle the problem head-on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="92" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" border="1"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=17550"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahahahaha^^" while I like the first few choices, engineering should definitely be at the bottom of the list. Math major? Interesting. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-7896143567948192027?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/7896143567948192027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=7896143567948192027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/7896143567948192027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/7896143567948192027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-scored-as-mathematics-you-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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-5734753921574128573.post-3271843290250125607</id><published>2007-07-28T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:54.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>That wisdom tooth op didn't turn out as bad as I expected. In fact, I was rather ecstatic after the dentist extracted it, thinking I'm now one tooth lighter (desperate T_T). The injection didn't sting, extraction was smooth, post-op wasn't that painful either, just a little bothersome due to not being able to chew hard food for a day or two. What vexed me most is the fact that I've gained 2 kg since my op, which was just...3 days ago..due to not being able to exercise at the gym (funny looking swollen cheek). Thankfully, it's in a much better state now, so I can start haunting the gym again and &lt;em&gt;hopefully&lt;/em&gt; lose some weight&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough complaints ! Personally, I dislike people who perpetually &lt;em&gt;[complain][complain][complain]&lt;/em&gt; about their lives. It's fine to do it once in a while, most of us do that to keep ourselves sane, but doing it everyday for every itty bitty little thing (see? irritating!) just makes it extremely annoying to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished watching the first season of The Apprentice, halfway on my second season now. Yes, I know I'm way overdue, I didn't have time to watch it in the past, so I decided to watch it from the beginning now. I noticed that..unpleasant looking people tend to get eliminated first. On a side note, the winner for the first episode was extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 'unpleasant', I don't mean ugly. I mean..repulsive. Some people simply look unpleasant, like you can tell from their face that they're arrogant/cunning, and you're &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; right. Of course, there are countless good-looking people who have bad characters, but these 'unpleasant' looking people are obvious, I say. Some (emphasize:some) perverts look like perverts, conmen look like conmen etc. It amazes me endlessly, how these people have their characters written all over their faces. Is it inborn? Or did mother nature somehow shape their faces according to what they are like, as if to warn us innocent passer-bies: stay away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, evidence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/fugitives/cac/enriquez_h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/fugitives/cac/enriquez_h1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry Enriquez.&lt;br /&gt;Rapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/fugitives/vc/murders/halligan_s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/fugitives/vc/murders/halligan_s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sherry Halligan.&lt;br /&gt;Murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/terrorists/terbinladen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fbi.gov/wanted/terrorists/terbinladen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Osama bin laden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist. (Doh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enigmaticparadox.com/images/KimJongOct10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.enigmaticparadox.com/images/KimJongOct10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nuff' said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficial, I hear you insist? Patricia, you're so mean &amp; immature! How could you mock people's faces, no matter how 'unpleasant' they look and/or how sleazy they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RqvnSRx-ETI/AAAAAAAAABw/UjH8RDl6JxI/s1600-h/bigkim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092418104869130546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RqvnSRx-ETI/AAAAAAAAABw/UjH8RDl6JxI/s320/bigkim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-3271843290250125607?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/3271843290250125607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=3271843290250125607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/3271843290250125607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/3271843290250125607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm_28.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/RqvnSRx-ETI/AAAAAAAAABw/UjH8RDl6JxI/s72-c/bigkim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-1064904361574684510</id><published>2007-07-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:47:57.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ok, I didn't notice Elsa tagged me a while ago, but joy tagged me again so here it is lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts, as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. I have a fat belly gut &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. I pretend I can dance sometimes in front of the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. I curse alot when driving x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Barbie Girl is a good song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. I was bit by a dog in 3rd grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. I enjoy chick flicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. I currently do not have a mp3 player :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8. I have 4 different versions of audition installed &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. Sometimes when I lose a button to my pants I just wear a belt and zip the fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10. I collect anime figurines &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-1064904361574684510?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/1064904361574684510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=1064904361574684510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/1064904361574684510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/1064904361574684510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/rules-of-game-each-player-of-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Shi and Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650297974227230782</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-5734753921574128573.post-8286748525192267823</id><published>2007-07-21T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:15:57.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Ah..how we all love thinking about our past. What we've done, actions we regret, our happy moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, often during lull moments, I reflect on my life. I think we all do, some of us more frequently than others. Just like drugs, reflections can have different effects on different people. Used correctly, drugs could be utilised as medicine, curing illnesses. Abused, it's fatal. In the same way, reflections could be beneficial, letting us feel refreshed after one and preventing us from repeating past mistakes. However, they become detrimental to our health when we're too absorbed in it, in other words, when we kept thinking about it, lamenting about the stupid mistakes we've made and &lt;em&gt;refusing&lt;/em&gt; to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I did my mundane exercise routine in the gym (I wish I could say I love it, like many people do. But I can't :p I only love the results after going to it), I reflected on my past for about 2 hours as I worked my fats off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic of childhood often comes up in conversations, regardless of gender, location or event. How we all love to talk about the 'carefree years', the precious golden years that would never return. How many times have you heard someone (or even yourself) say, "How I wish I could be a child again.." ? I have heard that statement countless times from many different people, and have said it myself a few times too, mostly for social reasons. Indeed, most of us have no/insignificant problems when we were children. Since problems cause us to be unhappy, we then perceive those 'problem-free' years as being the best years of our life, the moments when we were happiest. However, if I were to be given a choice now whether I'd want to return to being a child again, I'd say.. hell no. Yes, I did have a very carefree childhood, like I assume majority of us do. I couldn't remember being dragged by any problem. I can remember going to my neighbour's (who was also my best friend then) house everyday after school to hang out, playing badminton and tennis with my sisters, laughing..and..that's it really. There was zero unhappiness, but there's also no truly significant happy/meaningful moments. Looking at my very first passport, I even found out that I had been to thailand.. without retaining any memory concerning the trip. Personally, my childhood was almost a blur. It's like watching an old tape where most of the scenes contain static, but you'd still get the major plot after watching the whole movie. It was certainly carefree, at the same time hardly meaningful.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life only seemed to start when my very first problem emerged. This was when I had my very first crush in grade 6, and of course, along with it, my very first heartbreak. Looking back, it was just puppy-love crush, but at that time it was my first, so it did seem real enough. It was the first time I experienced slightly more vivid emotions. Dark ones they were, dejection and anger. Tears were shed and the healing process began..and complete. My emotions became richer, more vivid and memorable. When I'm happy, I'm &lt;em&gt;happier&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the teenage years in secondary school (grade 7-10). I made close friends, enemies, loved, played, etc. I went through many more meaningful times, new problems, and enriched my emotions even more. I had what we perhaps call the 'typical' teenage girl's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I went to junior college (year 11-12). God, how I hated it. It was awful, I hated it with a passion. There were so many factors that made me hate it, so little reasons to like it. After the first year, I perpetually cursed myself, wishing I had gone overseas instead of attending jc. However, now, if I have the privilege to make that choice again, I'd make the same choice. I would attend jc again. I know, shocking ! If my close friends are reading this right now ( I don't know if they are, they like to do things secretly :P HOR ? *coughs*), they'd be really surprised, because they knew how miserable I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 years, without a doubt, had been the most miserable 2 years of my life. However, I also learnt a lot..a whole lot. SO here's my reasons for hating it in the past, and cherishing it now because of the lessons it taught me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely academically-focused. Heavy workload, pressure to do better than your classmates, and to score well for A lvls. It was extremely discouraging, because I was a straight As student in secondary school with little effort, and suddenly I had to be a slave to my textbooks and notes every single day (including weekends) just to get an average grade, or sometimes merely to pass a subject. I had a few friends who were dejected because of the same reasons, some cried, some lost weight, and one of them even told me that he/she felt 'stupid' because he/she did worse than our classmates. I couldn't console him/her, because I felt that way myself sometimes. I just kept it to myself. Eventually, I got used to studying and it got easier, but it took me more than a year to do so. It was very discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that the key to get good grades is by &lt;em&gt;liking&lt;/em&gt; what you're learning. The students who got the highest scores in each subject each has passion for that subject. Hence, when they study for a chapter, they didn't limit themselves to the supplied notes, but also searched the library for textbooks and references relating to what's covered in that chapter, and read them enthusiastically. I can relate to this, because I do the same for the things I'm passionate about, like fashion and currently, 3d digital rendering. Of course, many of us didn't take the subjects we were taking due to passion in all of them. The key is to change your mindset, change how you feel about the subject. It's undoubtedly difficult, but it's do-able. Hence, instead of hating to study it, keep an open mind and treat it like something intriguing, something new to be learnt, something interesting. It works incredibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, I learnt to keep an open and inquisitive way of thinking for everything else. This is also because I had a brilliant teacher/mentor who taught the class to see things in another perspective. He taught us to question and think about everything we see, from common objects we spot on the streets to people's behaviour and events that unfold. For example, when you see a breathtaking work of achitecture on the streets, admire it for a moment, and then you might want to wander off to think about how long it must have taken to build that building, how far we have advanced, how marvelous is the pyramid...etc etc. It's not only fun, it's also highly enriching, creates interesting conversation topics and makes you more knowledgeable when you take the extra step to research about it, or even to simply converse with your peers about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another concept i've learnt is to be open to other people's opinions and ideas. Of course, you should have your own opinions. The crucial part is to be able to listen to other perspectives, think about them carefully and finally decide if you wanna adopt that new perspective. I've learnt not to dispose of other people's opinions too quickly, but to listen to and consider them. Not only will this make the people you talk to happy, it also propels you to re-examine your thoughts, expands your mindset and makes you more intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also developed the great habit of completing every task with my best effort. This I learnt from my classmates, who were very hardworking individuals. It gives me immense satisfaction in achieving my greatest potential. It feels good. However, it's also a double-edged sword as I tend to blame myself endlessly when I don't achieve what I know I could've, and I know I have great potentials (not trying to show off), so I always give myself high (but manageable) expectations. I see this as a favourable thing as it compels me to work harder and hence, to deliver my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that I've learnt, thanks to the rigid and heavy academic syllabus, perfectionist schoolmates and a few great teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I've found a purpose in life, and that's to make the lives of people around me easier/happier/more meaningful. Credits to my teacher who stresses on humanity, chapel sessions every week (I don't believe in God, but I do honour the values the they teach during those sessions, such as being more selfless and forgiving, etc), and also a few selfless and mature classmates. For example, one guy refused to join our class outing (we were going to watch a movie) because he wanted to save his allowance to pay for a portion of his university fees. Another guy drove a really cheap car because he simply doesn't need a better one. Both are nowhere near poor. In fact, one of them is really rich. lol. Another believes in the good of everyone. I like their maturity and selflessness, so I decided to be like that too. I used to ask my parents for what I liked, and I usually get it (yes i was rather spoiled..haha ._.). However, about 2 years ago I changed that selfish and I would say, very immature character of mine, because I started to hate it. Now, I save for all the things that I like, and it gives me an inexplicable..deeply satisfying feeling. I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, jc life was most definitely boot camp. It was made way, way worse then due to my failing relationship with my now-ex. He was extremely depressed, which made me depressed too, and followed by the heavy workload, it became too much such that at one point I even took antidepressants to ease my days. However, I also learnt priceless lessons, albeit painstakingly. I learnt to be passionate about the world we live in, keep an open mind, perform my best each time and cultivate a better character. I can truly say I've matured greatly from it, and have become a much better person than I was. I love myself much more now and hence, gained much self confidence. So, yes, if I have the power to go back, I would definitely choose the same path again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of reflection. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: &lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I actually poured my heart publicly. I'm doing so because I believe that most of you wouldn't judge me..not my close friends anyway &lt;3. I cherish you guys, especially weiting and eleanor, who have been my best friends for years and have been there for me even though I wasn't a good friend to both of you. Thank you. Thank you shi for accepting me for who I am. And last but definitely not least..to the rest of you..thanks for being my friend! Have a greattttt day ^^v ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-8286748525192267823?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/8286748525192267823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=8286748525192267823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/8286748525192267823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/8286748525192267823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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-5734753921574128573.post-6254526036382054457</id><published>2007-07-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:04:58.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of shopping</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive ! hehe I know I've been MIA for a few days, well that's due to faulty phone lines which seem to deteriorate really fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with complaining about the internet ! I FINALLY found that black halter top in mango, and tried it. Nope, it didn't fit (sadly), but I'm content now. It's a totally different (better) feeling from knowing that that item exists somewhere, yet you don't have a chance to get it due to it being out of stock/ not available at the stores around you. Moreover, this time, I got 2 skirts there ! Both are of the same style, just different in color and size (hence length, too). Best of all, I got it at like 30+% of its original price, wheee ! I loveee sales (actually,don't know anyone who doesn't)! Whenever I see a sale, especially when it's my fav brands, I'll get this sudden jolt of adrenaline, which pushes me to walk into the store and look through every piece of clothing in it, hoping to find one item on sale that I like. It's one of the many joys of shopping, to hunt for that treasure in the midst of junk. Plus, if you get it when it's on sale, you're actually saving money, since you got what you like at a lower price than what it's originally worth. When that happens, I'll be cheery for the whole day, satisfied with my hunt, which I worked really hard for (looking through each article in the whole store/mall, if it's a huge sale festival).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping has always been a predominantly female hobby. This is perhaps stereotyping, but when a guy wants something (e.g. shoes), he would go directly to a shoe store, perhaps several, till he sees one that he likes, and then he'll get it. A lady, however, wouldn't purchase the item right away. She (I) would usually explore all the shoe stores nearby, even visiting the stores that she already gone to again, and after looking through all the presented choices repeatedly, she would finally make up her mind and get it. Between that, she'll also get tops, skirts, make up, etc, or at least window shopped for other things. While this is tedious and energy-draining, it's inevitable, for it's the only way to ensure that you got the best. Well of course this doesn't apply if you're paris hilton, since you get to buy everything in that store and give away those that you don't particularly like when you're home :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another joy of shopping is trying clothes. This is when you've found some items to try, and then you walk into the changing room, closed the curtains, placed your bags and removed your clothes, and then looked at the pile of items waiting to be tried on, hoping that you'll find something &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. You try them on, one by one, disappointed/not too satisfied with how they look...and then suddenly, you found it: &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; item. You'll know it when you find it. Your reflection shines in the mirror, your skin glows, your physique suddenly more beautiful. You smile to yourself, knowing fully well that you've succeeded, and you're about to take your prized hunt home, &lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&gt;. You came, you saw, you conquered. Okay that was cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, shopping is a throughly enjoyable activity. Sure, at the end of the day, you would get sore feet and even blisters. But it's completely worth it, even if you didn't manage to get anything, because hey, 5 hours of non-stop walking is a significant amount of calories burned ! ^^V. Can't wait to shop again! Shopping in indon is such a bore cos everything's outdated and overpriced. For example. I bought this top like a year ago in sg, then I just saw it in indon at full price. doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And elsa I did the thing ! Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts, as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love eating ice cream, especially in cold weather/ winter. It's very refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I NEED snacks when studying, or i'll fall asleep fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For any exam, i need to wake up really early (e.g. 3 am) and start revising for that day's paper (even if it's an afternoon/evening paper) till the exam starts, or i'll feel somewhat insecure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I bring in candy to exam halls (shh!) and consume them during the exam to keep alert :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite drink is Baileys, fav ice cream Baileys ice cream from haagen daz. Fav cake- starbucks' oreo cheesecake of course!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have big, flat feet ^^".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I get really down when I just bought an item, and then see it on sale within the next month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am fat and wanna lose weight really badly too T____T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I admire women who can pull off short hair looks. That means they're slim and sexy with an edge- totally gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think squat toilets are disgusting, I'd rather hold it in and be in pain rather than going into one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an extra one, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I can never fall asleep on planes, even if it's a 20+ hour flight and I haven't slept the day before. It's tried and tested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky six to be tagged (hohohoho):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. alvin&lt;br /&gt;2. yilin&lt;br /&gt;3. joy&lt;br /&gt;4. james&lt;br /&gt;5. dora&lt;br /&gt;6. niffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm dreading my 2nd wisdom tooth op next wednesday. There's gonna be so much..pain T__T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-6254526036382054457?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/6254526036382054457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=6254526036382054457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/6254526036382054457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/6254526036382054457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/joys-of-shopping.html' title='The joys of shopping'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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-5734753921574128573.post-7778127535999995831</id><published>2007-07-10T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:14:29.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano :o</title><content type='html'>Lol the first half of TongHua, this is after 7 years of not touching the piano. Need to work on the 2nd part x) This was a gift to Pat xD hopefully when she comes, I'll be able to play and sing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="358" height="289" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v694/Magit3k/fd592341.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-7778127535999995831?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/7778127535999995831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=7778127535999995831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/7778127535999995831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/7778127535999995831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/piano-o.html' title='Piano :o'/><author><name>Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16829083171881166801</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-5734753921574128573.post-3020000670717516980</id><published>2007-07-08T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:55.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times flies by~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy half-year Pat! &lt;33333 time sure flew by fast since the start of 2007, here's some pics of the past half year x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFJL79SCVI/AAAAAAAAABc/1V2csbBe7R4/s320/photo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084925923700115794" border="0" /&gt;First time seeing Pat on webcam =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFJL79SCWI/AAAAAAAAABk/q03Yg-osT58/s1600-h/Pat_flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFJL79SCWI/AAAAAAAAABk/q03Yg-osT58/s320/Pat_flowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084925923700115810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Valentine's/late 2nd month xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFME79SCaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Sps3P3bVExk/s1600-h/Pat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFME79SCaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Sps3P3bVExk/s320/Pat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084929101975914914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pat on our first movie together ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFJML9SCYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TSHvcehD-2w/s1600-h/Rorec%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFJML9SCYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TSHvcehD-2w/s320/Rorec%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084925927995083138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me making a fool outa myself on the auditionSEA star search competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFJMb9SCZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vdmPEVAHxSc/s1600-h/2007_4_18_4.35.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFJMb9SCZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vdmPEVAHxSc/s320/2007_4_18_4.35.22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084925932290050450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Married on auditionSEA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a wonderful and caring gf, I love you Pat &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-3020000670717516980?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/3020000670717516980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=3020000670717516980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/3020000670717516980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/3020000670717516980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/times-flies-by.html' title='Times flies by~'/><author><name>Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16829083171881166801</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RpFJL79SCVI/AAAAAAAAABc/1V2csbBe7R4/s72-c/photo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-5101748061405945701</id><published>2007-07-06T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:32:17.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical day in indon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been in indon for almost 3 weeks now..it's pretty tiresome, doing the same things, going to the same places, 56k internet, and the absolute worst of all, having no friends that live here :( ! Sigh, the internet's not even 56k, it flunctuates between 36k-46.6k, depending on its temperament. I just got back from the gym, worked out quite a bit hehe; Target: 48kg ! rawr ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards, I went to Mango to hunt for a black halter top on 50% that caught my eye last week. Thing is, last week I tried size XS and it didn't fit well (too tight T_T durrr ). I didn't have much time, so I left without trying size S. So today I went back, my eyes looking out for it in the whole biggie store. Now people, next time if you ever see something you like on sale, NEVER, EVER EVAR LEAVE IT !! You'll find them gone the next time you visit, which was what happened to me. I looked through literally every piece of clothing in that store today thrice, and I didn't manage to find it, which means it's gone,.. forever. ;_; huhuhuhu......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I planned to play House of the Dead 4 in the arcade today, but cancelled it due to time restrictions. It's so awesome, they only charge S$0.65 ($0.43) for each game. It'll be a good chance to practice. I wanna go back to sg soon hur TT, probably for the last time this year. But before that I'm forced by my parents to learn driving till I can at least drive on the road without getting into any accident, major or minor LOL. With incessant streams of motorcyclists slipping through the smallest of gaps from both sides of your car, ignorant pedestrians crossing the road as and when they feel like, and drivers turning into the main road without looking out for incoming cars (like me, me !! I'm one of those incoming cars on the main road. I have to look out for them instead..Hello?), your driving skill must be almost exemplary to eschew trivial accidents while driving in a relaxed manner. I'm really skeptical in achieving that within 2 weeks? I wonder if they're even getting me a car there, prob not if I end up in nyc. But if I do, I'll probably get a small one for easy parking. A pink beetle would be super cute (but so exp) ! Celica is pretty good too, but it's a little too flashy for my liking. Oh well, in the end, any car would do really, since I'm not into cars at all. I just want one for convenience's sake, don't wanna spend too much of parents' hard earned money on that, college is there for that purpose haha. I'll get a really good one when I start making my own money in the near future and make it rich :P. Speaking of cars, car prices in usa and sg are soooo different. For example, mx-5 in sg is S$103000 ($67665), while it's only about S$35 010 ($23000) in us o_O. Same case for VW Beetle, S$112,500($73906) in sg, S$35490 ($23315) in us!! Basically, that means you get 3 cars in us for every car you buy in sg =o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The broad disparity in prices is not only evident in cars, but also in clothing. Shi and I had a discussion recently about clothing cost in sg and us, and it really amazed me how contrastive they are. For example, Gap, Levis, and Tommy Hilfiger are, what, $20-50 (S$30-75) there? While in sg, they average at $50-100 (S$75-150). Especially TH, where each top (cept tank tops and tshirts) averages around S$100-200. Hell yeah I'm so gonna love shopping even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/intl/en_ALL/images/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/intl/en_ALL/images/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.google.com/intl/en_ALL/images/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, it is now of common practice for companies to Google you when you apply to work for them. A potential employee can be Googled before he is given a chance to get a mere interview. Yes, they type your full name in the search field and scrutinize 11 pages of it. Or, if you're not-so-famous (like me), they just read through whatever that appears on the list. According to to the article (Harvard Business Review, June '07, 'We Googled You'), it's fully legit for companies to Google their job candidates. "An issue only arises if you unlawfully discriminate against someone because of what you find". What they meant by 'unlawfully discriminate', sadly, wasn't mentioned. So peeps, be more careful with your online profile (blog, etc)- make sure it wouldn't give your prospective employers any reason to discredit you. In fact, you can even tweak it a little to forge the opposite effect. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finishing off, our 6-month anniversary is coming up this sunday! I'm so looking forward to it (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5734753921574128573-5101748061405945701?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/5101748061405945701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=5101748061405945701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/5101748061405945701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/5101748061405945701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/typical-day-in-indon.html' title='Typical day in indon'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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-5734753921574128573.post-6419293389179457780</id><published>2007-07-02T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:28:21.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Work!</title><content type='html'>I just got home from my first day of work for a Company called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"First American eAppraiseIT" &lt;/span&gt;I woke up at around 7:30 today, showered, got dressed and I left at around 8:40. Even though the workplace is only about 5 minutes away, you never know how bad traffic is going to be, so to be on the safe side and not be late on my first day I left 20 minutes early. I arrived at the office and they assigned me to a Mentor. Originally I was suppose to take some 1 week in class instructional training before hand, but the lady that does that isn't here. My mentor is a big big big hockey fan, there's a print out pic of NHL '94 for the Sega Genesis pinned on his cubicle wall. Yes I know it's sad I actually knew what game and year that was, but mainly because I have it in my basement xD. My work basically consist of hounding down appraisers and checking up on how they're doing and seeing if everything is on schedule, and solving any complicated issues that might arise with the client. It's not hard work but I can't complain cause it pays $13/hr. But an entire day of staring at the mentor processing information on the monitor can get quite boring. I got to do a little work but that was for maybe half hour. They say tomorrow they might get me started independently (on the 2nd day!?) so I'm looking forward to see how badly i fail (or succeed). As far as the day goes it wasn't too bad we get a 15 min break at 11 AM and 4 PM and a 1 hour lunch break at 1 PM. With a job on my head now my schedule for the day is fuller than ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00AM Wake up&lt;br /&gt;9:00AM Go to Work&lt;br /&gt;6:00PM Return from Work&lt;br /&gt;7:00PM Eat Dinner&lt;br /&gt;8:00PM Go to the Gym&lt;br /&gt;9:00PM Meet Pat on MSN (yay! the best part!)&lt;br /&gt;1:00AM Sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-6419293389179457780?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/6419293389179457780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=6419293389179457780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/6419293389179457780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/6419293389179457780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-day-of-work.html' title='First Day of Work!'/><author><name>Shi and Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650297974227230782</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-5734753921574128573.post-3166701975325011892</id><published>2007-06-29T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:55.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking about you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Net's back on, so I finally get to talk to Shi after 2 days! I felt so restless for those 2 days...constantly trying to fix the net on my own, plugging and re-connecting the cables etc, hoping that the net would miraculously fix itself and let me go online to talk to him again. Of course, miracles rarely occur, and when they do, they always transpire someplace else. They never really happened to me, so of course it didn't happen last night, too. Our 6-month anniversary is in 9 days (July 8). I can hardly believe that half a year has almost passed, that we have actually sustained for this long, and are still going on, stronger than ever. In the not-too-far past, if anyone were to tell me that he/she fell in love with someone before even meeting him/her, I'd look at him/her with the most bemused expression, and then dismiss him/her as a desperado.Seriously. Being in love with someone online? I'm pretty sure most of you don't buy that, too. It did happen anyway. Ironic, isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amongst the two of us, Shi has always been the more expressive one. He could talk and express his feelings to me with complete ease, saying extremely mushy words genuinely and smoothly. When he first did that, I thought it sounded more poetic/scripted than earnest, and hence dismissed it as mushy boyfriend talk. However, as we got to know each other better, I realised that he's actually truly sincere about all his expressions of love, and not doing so just for the sake of being sweet. I love you baby. I'm the total opposite of him in this area, meaning I'd feel weird expressing my feelings for him in words other than a simple 'I love you'. It's really not in my nature to express them in super mushy words like..umm you got it. If I were to do so, it'd feel really..unnatural. However, I'm working on it, as it's a known fact that you should reassure your partner constantly that you're still in love with him/her, and the best way to do that is by expressing it in words/action. Since we are unable to express it in action much (due to the damned continents and superwide oceans that divide us), we should express it in words as often as possible. Hence, I'm working on expressing my feelings for him without weirding myself out. Thank you for being patient with me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song &lt;em&gt;neyo-because of you &lt;/em&gt;for days, because it's soooo so so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all because of you...and it's all because of you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way it feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you say sweet nothings...the way you sing me bedtime lullabies every night till i fell asleep...the way you never fail to comfort me whenever I'm down...or draw a smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just kinda stuck between my fantasy and what is real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like you're a fantasy, so far yet so close, pixel yet real. If this is a dream, I don't ever wanna wake up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need it when I want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I want you and I need you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a problem and I don't know what to do about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you baby, and it aches sometimes, when I am having mindless chatter with you or am just doing anything, and then there's this sudden longing for you to magically appear by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even If I did I don't know If I would quit but I doubt it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never, ever quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know this much is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby you have become my addiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're on my mind 24/7, taking up my every thought... restless when you're not available...satiated when you are...tell me, isn't this an addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m so strung out on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can barely move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I like it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm addicted to you, it's one addiction that I don't wish to give up on. In fact, I want to be caught deeper into it...; What's so bad about an addiction anyway? If it's study, it's dedication. If it's work, it's commitment. Hobby, passion. Religion, devotion. They're actually describing the same thing. People just use these synonyms in fear of evoking judgement. I love being addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's all because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Shi. =3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RoVh5ZEMsLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AG7YD9o9z68/s1600-h/chocomartini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081575393166405810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RoVh5ZEMsLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AG7YD9o9z68/s200/chocomartini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;em&gt;never get enough ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-3166701975325011892?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/3166701975325011892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=3166701975325011892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/3166701975325011892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/3166701975325011892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-thinking-about-you.html' title='Just thinking about you...'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_APvKWjPscho/RoVh5ZEMsLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AG7YD9o9z68/s72-c/chocomartini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-2816045190015080985</id><published>2007-06-28T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:46:05.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Restless</title><content type='html'>Pat's internet is down for the count =( It's been 2 days since I last spoken with her. It feels like it's been forever. Spent today sitting in front of my computer watching 08th MS Team. Hopefully her net will be connected soon. It's kinda silly how the majority of couples probably don't talk to each other everyday. But it feels so awkward and out of place without her in my life. Like even if we only do talk for an hour or it's one of those days we don't have much to talk about, it just feels out of place without being able to chat with her. I know this sounds kinda childish, but I guess I just enjoy her company so much xD. And to those who complain about how their bf/gf talks too much... Enjoy it! Cause you're gonna feel sad, bored and probably just as restless as I am right now when something happens one day and you don't get to speak to him/her when you wanted to. Cherish your time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Pat, and I hope you get your net fixed soon, I also hope your days have been good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored? Try the new Orisinal Game! &lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g3/crossing.htm"&gt;The Crossing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-2816045190015080985?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/2816045190015080985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=2816045190015080985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/2816045190015080985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/2816045190015080985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-restless.html' title='So Restless'/><author><name>Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16829083171881166801</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-5734753921574128573.post-4814789242558703931</id><published>2007-06-25T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:56.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RO2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Ragnarok Online 2!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my roomate and best friend Ed, me and him were able to get on the Korea RO2 Open Beta! Here Below are some screen shots from the testing and fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTW4djCYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Qmo_3GadF90/s1600-h/Ro2Shot_20070620_19084578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTW4djCYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Qmo_3GadF90/s320/Ro2Shot_20070620_19084578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080222400996641154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Character Build Screen, Now you can customize hair style, hair color, brow style, brow color, eye style, and eye color! How the rest of your body appears is dependent on your equipment and armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTXIdjCZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iV-VDR566pc/s1600-h/Ro2Shot_20070621_000519578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTXIdjCZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iV-VDR566pc/s320/Ro2Shot_20070621_000519578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080222405291608466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My novice taking a yawn, this is automatic when you sit down for too long hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTXYdjCaI/AAAAAAAAABE/rT7Vh4ItCx0/s1600-h/Ro2Shot_20070621_002841625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTXYdjCaI/AAAAAAAAABE/rT7Vh4ItCx0/s320/Ro2Shot_20070621_002841625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080222409586575778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new NPC's look so cute! (They also added a male kafra ewww...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTXodjCbI/AAAAAAAAABM/XNVNeXcADp8/s1600-h/Ro2Shot_20070624_182653177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTXodjCbI/AAAAAAAAABM/XNVNeXcADp8/s320/Ro2Shot_20070624_182653177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080222413881543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can now swim underwater! Notice how you now have a breath gauge, run low on it and you'll start taking constant damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTXodjCcI/AAAAAAAAABU/saZlOCNRkQM/s1600-h/Ro2Shot_20070625_234244640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTXodjCcI/AAAAAAAAABU/saZlOCNRkQM/s320/Ro2Shot_20070625_234244640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080222413881543106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja of the night~ There's Daytime, Nightime, Dawn Noon and Dusk now too. And also weather effects like cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of the game still has alot of bugs but that's to be expected of a beta. It doesn't look like it'll be coming out of beta anytime soon. Expect North American release to be earliest next year summer.&lt;br /&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/5734753921574128573-4814789242558703931?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/4814789242558703931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=4814789242558703931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/4814789242558703931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/4814789242558703931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/06/ragnarok-online-2.html' title='Ragnarok Online 2!'/><author><name>Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16829083171881166801</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXzjAduUJX8/RoCTW4djCYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Qmo_3GadF90/s72-c/Ro2Shot_20070620_19084578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-4281762996337281275</id><published>2007-06-17T00:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:45:56.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a day's work</title><content type='html'>So who needs bikini topped girls to wash thier cars for them this summer when you can do it yourself for free. I bet 99.99% of the guys are paying for the show and not the wash x). Anyways, after a long hard day of work at our house in West Newbury me and my step bro washed our dirt covered cars(yayyy). It's so troublesome having to drive 45 minutes every weekend to the old house just to renovate and get it ready to be sold. I really hope it's over with soon. But as I was help making the ad for the house I noticed how ridiculously expensive homes are these days. From the town's sewage system to the schools. Everything now impacts the price of your house. I remember our first house in Michigan when we bought it was around 140,000. When we sold it, it had already become 210,000. What's more ridiculous is our old house in Westborough, Mass. was around 160k starting price, only 4 years later, when we bought it from the original owners, the price had already shot up to 320k. and recently(just another 5 years later) the house sold for 440k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sure houses are convenient must they're a bitch to maintain. Which reminds me sometime next week I have to mow the lawn again. Which takes like a total of near 2 hours. Anyways, I'm glad I was able to get my car cleaned although it'll just get dirty in less than a day again. Must also bug mom for money to change my tires sometime before august too ... and crap inspection is due next month. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Brother spraying his car with water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rn6YQv8TylI/AAAAAAAAABY/uDQNxg-TRuM/s1600-h/DSCN0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rn6YQv8TylI/AAAAAAAAABY/uDQNxg-TRuM/s320/DSCN0778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079664843235248722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on my '95 civic hatchback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rn6YQ_8TymI/AAAAAAAAABg/7vfIak05tMU/s1600-h/DSCN0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rn6YQ_8TymI/AAAAAAAAABg/7vfIak05tMU/s320/DSCN0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079664847530216034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car in all its glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rn6YQf8TykI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8CLQpEY52UI/s1600-h/DSCN0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rn6YQf8TykI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8CLQpEY52UI/s320/DSCN0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079664838940281410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5734753921574128573-4281762996337281275?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/4281762996337281275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=4281762996337281275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/4281762996337281275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/4281762996337281275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-in-days-work.html' title='All in a day&apos;s work'/><author><name>Shi and Patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650297974227230782</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETmv6kCRLLk/Rn6YQv8TylI/AAAAAAAAABY/uDQNxg-TRuM/s72-c/DSCN0778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734753921574128573.post-6140001522182737251</id><published>2007-06-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:13:07.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post your secrets? :o</title><content type='html'>I bumped into this super cool book a few days ago called 'PostSecret'. Basically, this guy Frank Warren started out by distributing self-addressed postcards to strangers on the streets, asking them to post them back to him anonymously with their secrets written on them. Since then, he has been receiving these postcards from people all over, and has since made a website for them too~! How cool ! Some of the things people write there are really sad...and some of them are so evil, and yet so human, at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...some sad ones that I can remember include things like 'I made myself pregnant to make him marry me', 'I am homeless and nobody knows (including family)', and 'I still love him/her (I'm married and have 5 kids)'. Okok i cied after reading all these T__T they're so touching ._. .Hey, I bet YOU will too &gt;:o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read em here yourself! &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Shi &lt;333 muahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and we watched this romance flick 'A walk to Remember', it's so so sooooo sweet and sad, hur T_T. This couple in the movie fell in love which each other, and the girl told the guy that she has leukemia. Knowing that his gf doesn't have many days left, he actually realises all her dreams, like building her a telescope and marrying her in a church o_o, so nice of him. He bought her a star too :o ... now that sounds sweet right? BUT don't you think it's like a scam? How would you know that this company doesn't sell the SAME star to like 9913910391031 people !? :P and how come we need to buy stars from them? What makes the stars 'theirs' in the first place? (I hope i'm not offending anyone who thinks that idea is cute ;o ). Anyway, the girl dies at the end of the movie :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something random for the random people who like random stuffs o_o : On average, a human being will spend 2 weeks kissing in his/her lifetime. Taken from a Snapple Cranberry bottle cap =D . Isn't that amazing? You thought it's more than that don't you ? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-6140001522182737251?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/6140001522182737251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=6140001522182737251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/6140001522182737251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/6140001522182737251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-your-secrets-o.html' title='post your secrets? :o'/><author><name>Pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018417236366682241</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-5734753921574128573.post-5667488930995170734</id><published>2007-06-08T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:37:02.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog up and running!</title><content type='html'>phew, just got done with the header picture, added both me and my dear's name to it! I kinda wanted 2 songs for the site, but I'll stick to the Akon one x). Other choice woulda been the Canon Rock by Fun Two. Looking around at what other cool widgets are available and working on adding content to the blog as I wait for Pat to sign on~ She's such a sleepyhead~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5734753921574128573-5667488930995170734?l=whentimefreezes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/feeds/5667488930995170734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5734753921574128573&amp;postID=5667488930995170734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/5667488930995170734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734753921574128573/posts/default/5667488930995170734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whentimefreezes.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-up-and-running.html' title='Blog up and running!'/><author><name>Shi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16829083171881166801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
