<?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-11920878</id><updated>2012-01-08T21:05:50.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life of a drummer gal...</title><subtitle type='html'>...who now does everything else but drumming.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-4500655789061021055</id><published>2012-01-02T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:13:31.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't really have the habit of writing new year resolutions because I don't keep them. :P But I thought it might be nice to jot down what I'd like to do this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn AutoCAD, Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;2. Save up for a new Mac (My Mac fund is 1/3 now! Yes!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Improve photography skills, shoot more.&lt;br /&gt;4. Improve guitar skills&lt;br /&gt;5. Write a song. Or two.&lt;br /&gt;6. Read at least 3 books a month.&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn tennis. Tennis racquet has been sitting in my closet for 2 years now, ever since the class I signed up for got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 7 items should be good for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about that 'plan' I was talking about 3 years ago on New Year's Day...&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that I've finally got my answer to what I've been asking myself for 3 years - the answer is no. I still can't really share but, whatever it was, it has been resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-4500655789061021055?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/4500655789061021055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=4500655789061021055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/4500655789061021055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/4500655789061021055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-519116951810137362</id><published>2011-10-09T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:09:13.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe again</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C76k3l4pKJQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you wondered how it feels when it's all over &lt;br /&gt;Wondered how it feels when you just have to start anew &lt;br /&gt;Never knowing where you're going &lt;br /&gt;When you face a brand new day &lt;br /&gt;It used to be that way &lt;br /&gt;Now I just close my eyes and say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to breathe again &lt;br /&gt;Learn to face the joy and pain &lt;br /&gt;Discover how to laugh a little , cry a little &lt;br /&gt;Live a little more &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna face the day &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the woes of yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I hope a little Try a little more &lt;br /&gt;I'll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting out again is never easy &lt;br /&gt;Disappointments come and go but life still moves on &lt;br /&gt;With a bit of luck It's a brand new start &lt;br /&gt;That might just work my way &lt;br /&gt;No need to walk away &lt;br /&gt;Don't want to live on life replay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will work out fine &lt;br /&gt;If you can find the courage to look past the night &lt;br /&gt;To see the break of dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-519116951810137362?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/519116951810137362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=519116951810137362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/519116951810137362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/519116951810137362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2011/10/breathe-again.html' title='Breathe again'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C76k3l4pKJQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8649378886401439324</id><published>2011-10-02T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:30:06.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final 2 weeks of uni!</title><content type='html'>Exactly one month till I fly home;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 3 weeks till all projects are due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown begins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I banned myself from posting on Facebook. I really didn't anticipate this 'need' for updating my status constantly. It's like a release for me, ya know? But I guess it's good thing, banning myself from Facebook. The lesser I stalk others, the more work I get done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, back on blogger because I need a channel to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a dog. Not those small yelp-y ones. The bigger and hairier it is, the better. Yeah yeah, I know some of you are gonna tell me that I'll regret it because it's gonna be expensive to feed it and tough cleaning up all the fur in the house. But I'm still getting one when I own my own place. I never had a dog as a kid, and I feel like I've missed out on some parts of my childhood. Plus, wouldn't it be soo nice to have something greet you at the door each time u come home and wag its tail at you. Oh, and to come when it's called. I bet most men wont be able to do that :P :p Okay, I'm wont be the husband-bashing kinda wife next time. I'm just saying dogs love so unconditionally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I even get onto the topic of dogs? Oh yeah. My first aids course today. Our trainer was on the topic of snake bites and how to treat it blah blah blah. She went on to tell us about a time when her dog protected her family from a snake - a dugite I think? Apparently, this dog found a snake and had it in her mouth. Our trainer was yelling at her dog to drop it and when she did, the snake bit her on the nose. And so the dog had to be rushed to the vet and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is, this dog would sleep at the door at our trainer's bedroom when she normally shares the bed with her owner. It's like she's was trying to protect her owner. Few days later, some family friends said they saw a snake in the house. Immediately, our trainer locked her dog in a room cause she didnt want her dog being bitten the second time. So they hunted for the snake for 4 hours but couldnt find it. Finally, our trainer concluded that the snake was no longer in the house, and released her dog. Immediately, that dog ran to some dark corner and started scratching at the walls. Turns out the snake was hiding there somewhere. And so the guys in the house killed the snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Australia has the world's deadliest snakes (spiders too). I've never seen one in OZ, but when I heard about how many snake encounters my trainer and my coursemates had, I freaked out. I'm sooo getting a dog when I own a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, end of rant. Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8649378886401439324?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8649378886401439324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8649378886401439324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8649378886401439324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8649378886401439324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2011/10/final-2-weeks-of-uni.html' title='Final 2 weeks of uni!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-6383128091653202426</id><published>2011-08-29T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:18:40.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gave you my heart, I've given it to You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wholly&lt;/span&gt;. I fully surrender and yield it to You. I trust You will take care of it, and guard it - against unrealistic expectations, against lust, against selfishness and against pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only You shall take the centre stage of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-6383128091653202426?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/6383128091653202426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=6383128091653202426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/6383128091653202426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/6383128091653202426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-god-when-i-gave-you-my-heart-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-1261304290194046727</id><published>2011-08-01T01:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:42:12.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since that conversation we had. Time flies, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I know we haven't spoken much since, nothing really in depth anyway. But I've constantly wondered how you were coping with life, ministry, with everything else. I wondered if you were struggling with the things you used to tell me about. I wondered if all is well with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I've been avoiding you. Okay, I did feel a little weird and awkward.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I needed time and space to process everything, to sort things out, to seek God, to pick up the pieces in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bizarre as it sounds, letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I never knew I could cry so much over a person. Perhaps, I was greatly disappointed. And I don't know how I've come to allow myself to build so much hope and expectations on a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened since. And the one thing God revealed to me at that period was, how I've placed you as an idol in my life. I'm actually embarrassed to say that, a lot of things in my life did revolve around you. When things didn't go the way that I've hoped for, everything else crashed. I suppose God was showing me how foolish I was to build my hopes on man. It's like building a house on sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in that period that God reminded me,&lt;br /&gt;"I will have no other gods before me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminder broke my heart. I really don't know how I've allowed someone, or something to take the place of Christ. So, I had to cast out my idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, my perspective of you hasn't change one bit. I still haven't found the likes of you, and you're still as AMAZING as I thought you were. One thing has changed though: my focus. I've forgotten that you are who you are today because of He who is molding you. I can only imagine how many times you had to die to self in the past. My focus have shifted to the One who is greater and above all things - it shifted from an unfinished masterpiece, to the artist behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to tell you all these in person, but I'm just too embarrassed to say it. I really felt like digging a hole and sticking my head in the last time I had to tell you something like this. Perhaps, one day, you'll stumble across this place again. Or perhaps not. But do let me know if you see this? You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just wanted to tell you my story, and that I'm okay. Thanks for being part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-1261304290194046727?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/1261304290194046727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=1261304290194046727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1261304290194046727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1261304290194046727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-4739126696086658512</id><published>2010-08-07T04:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T04:10:50.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>I'll be moving to a new space soon. Been wanting to for a while now, and since I've just discovered how much I like Tumblr's clean interface, I'll be moving there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-4739126696086658512?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/4739126696086658512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=4739126696086658512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/4739126696086658512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/4739126696086658512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2010/08/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8169350230801854154</id><published>2010-04-28T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:19:39.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I said I'm starting to like my course. But I never said it's easy. I'm drowning in crazy loads of assessments. It's not even the final week yet. Help!&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself so many times, what I have gotten myself into? It's times like this that I couldn't help but wonder, what if I've chosen to study film? Would I be better off doing that? Would I be complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust He knows better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, says the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8169350230801854154?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8169350230801854154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8169350230801854154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8169350230801854154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8169350230801854154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-i-said-im-starting-to-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-5191674119100030741</id><published>2010-03-09T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:02:10.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Perth</title><content type='html'>I've been back in Perth for a week or so, and it doesn't feel like it. Been busy running errands, paying fees, renewing contracts, getting ready for the new semester. I've just finished the first tuition week, and having gone through the introductions and what we'll be doing this semester, I think I can say that I'm looking forward to this sem. Of course, there's gonna be a heavier workload, but it's definitely getting more interesting because it's more relevant to what we'll be doing in future. Who would have thought I'd actually enjoy what I'm studying now. Ok lah, some units last year weren't all that exciting. It was a pain in the butt actually. But deep down, I kinda enjoyed what I was doing, and to be honest, engineering was last on the list when I had to decide what to do after college. How I ended up doing what I'm doing, and where I am now, is a testimony. I'm reminded of how good God is; how He opened up doors of opportunity, how He knows what I'd like and what my strengths are even before I discover it myself. Like now, I discovered I like problem solving and using logic etc. If you ask me what I thought of Chemical Engineering, I'd say it's like assembling a big piece of puzzle, being given small pieces and having to find your own small little pieces. Or like Lego, you build and design something out of bits and pieces everywhere. Well, that's the design aspect of Chem Eng anyway. Alright, in real life it's not that simple. But I like it, and I'm glad I didn't pick medicine or physiotherapy or anything else for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I kinda need to focus, get my sleeping pattern back. I'm in a semi-holiday mood, already planning my next getaway. Terrible lah, me.&lt;br /&gt;I figure this year, I'm not gonna have any new year resolution, because I tend not to follow them anyway. Instead, I did other things and grew in other areas. But it's good to have guidelines. So here it is, one word: Balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's been input (eating), there's gotta be equal amount of output (No I don't mean pang sai-ing. Exercise!)&lt;br /&gt;If I want to spend, I need to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a long day of lecture the next day, I need to get rest.&lt;br /&gt;If I want the words that come out of my mouth to have substance, there's gotta be input somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;If I want to inspire, I gotta be inspired too.&lt;br /&gt;If I've received, I'd wanna give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-5191674119100030741?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/5191674119100030741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=5191674119100030741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5191674119100030741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5191674119100030741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-perth.html' title='Back in Perth'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-5844187794462333003</id><published>2009-03-27T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:05:50.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things</title><content type='html'>Have been tagged several times on fb to list 25 things about myself. Since I haven't got anything better to share, I shall do the list here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like looking at the skies. Night or day. And I'd like to go to places like the McDonald Observatory,US or the Stonehenge to watch the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cracked my head when I was around..6? It was when I first rode a bike. No one taught me how, I just jumped on it and rode it. And because I was too short for my feet to touch the ground, I fell to one side when I braked. My head hit the sharp edge of the wooden fence. I remember I was pinned down by a few nurses when the doctor stitched me up. I didn't even move one bit, all I was thinking about was that ice cream cake I was gonna have after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want a dog. Big, handsome ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love Gerberas 'cause they're such happy flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've always been independent when it comes to getting something I want. Never liked the idea of asking from parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I admit I'm not a very chatty person, especially when I'm sleepy. Or hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I prefer white chocolates or dark ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't have a sweet tooth. I'm more of a savoury person. Mmm..chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I used to like soggy fries. But now I'll just use a paper towel to soak up the oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm a fan of Macs. I HATE PCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have a very wide interest. Currently, it's photography. But that doesn't mean that I no longer like drumming etc etc. I only wish I have all the time to master all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm somewhat an environmental freak. I'll recycle anything that can be recycled and find great satisfaction in doing so. And I try to convince people to stop using plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've made holes on the door of my brother room. With scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a tattoo under my right eye. Felix threw a pen at me when we were younger. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm very bad at lying. I always get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I can fall asleep anywhere. All I need is somewhere to rest my butt. Yes, I can even fall asleep sitting up straight and chewing gum at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I hardly use cups, unless it's a hot drink. I drink from bottles, tumblers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I love receiving parcels/mails by post. So far, that happens mostly when I shop online. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I love cheese and anything that has cheese in it. Nothing can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The best schooling experience for me would be during college. I never really liked high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I can finish a whole shopping mall within a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can't stand the cold. In winter, I can be wearing 4 layers of clothes and still shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I admit I am mushy and I like mushy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I'm the person that needs pin-drop silence when I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I always love a good laugh, a good meal, good company anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-5844187794462333003?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/5844187794462333003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=5844187794462333003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5844187794462333003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5844187794462333003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-things.html' title='25 things'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8081316836518277774</id><published>2009-03-21T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:55:58.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-ching!</title><content type='html'>I've got my pay slip today. And surprise, surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out I'm paid $17 per hour!&lt;br /&gt;...as opposed to how much my boss said she was going pay me: $15 per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being reminded how good God has been in the area of my finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I brought back X amount of money to spend in Malaysia. Then that's when I realised I haven't tithed (because I like doing things in one shot.). So I tithed, rounding it up to the nearest hundred, leaving myself with about half of X amount. There goes half of my shopping list. To my surprise, mum (and dad too) was extremely generous to me. She gave me a sum money to spend, meaning I can do whatever I like with it without her consent. (Uh, right, mum? :p ) That was something she has never done for me or Felix. And only today did I realise that the sum of money mum gave me was exactly 2 times the amount I tithed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting 2 dollars extra an hour prolly doesnt sound like a big deal, but it does make a difference in the long run. Convert it into Rm, and you get about 1k more. That's prolly 2 months worth of wages for some in Malaysia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get 19 per hour after I turn 21. Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8081316836518277774?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8081316836518277774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8081316836518277774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8081316836518277774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8081316836518277774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2009/03/ka-ching.html' title='Ka-ching!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-1621835384442380358</id><published>2009-02-22T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:11:43.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Perth</title><content type='html'>EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended FGA this morning. Left home at 12 noon and got there at 2pm. I took such a long time in getting there mainly because I got lost looking for the place. Hahah! But all's good. I really like the place, although it's kinda small. Congregation is about 200? But when I said I'm looking for something deeper, yeah, I found what I was looking for. People were really friendly as well. All I did was introduce myself to the usher and everything else was pretty much 'kao dim-ed'. :D Thank you, if u've been praying for me. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick one. It's already 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, my 2 and 1/2 months break at home has finally ended. It was definitely a good one. I'm not gonna talk about my entire trip, but I'll give you some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hongyihongyi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hong Yi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://theboggler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Choon Ean&lt;/a&gt; are two amazing people whom I got to know a lil better during my trip back. Yes, I knew who they were, but I never really gotten a chance to even talk to one of them. They both have great personalities, and they're such joy to be with. :) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, time at home was great as well. I'm glad to say that I do feel closer to my family, especially Dad. This time round, I got to see his other side that I've not noticed before. I get really amused when I see him so animated sometimes. Lately, people come to me and tell me that my dad's so cool. Haha. And I couldn't agree more! :) Mum's great as usual, with her fantastic cooking. This time, she even let me take her car. And she was so cool about it when I told her about the little accident that I was involved in. More on that another time. And Felix, he tells me he strives to be a better bro each day. Aawwww... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with my ex college mates was another highlight. I only managed to meet up with four of them. Half my class wasn't even in KL, some had classes. But still, it's good to see them again, although it was just for a couple of hours. We had lunch, then we goofed around the mall. Pics will be up, if not here, it'll be on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is not meeting up with Kimberly. She was my neighbour and childhood friend. The last time I saw her was when I was 8. That's 13 years ago. Funny thing was we still remembered each other. And just not too long ago, she found me online. We'll meet up end of this year, and meals would be on me, since it was my bad that we didn't meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of my time back home, I've been eating and catching up with more friends. Time with you guys was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;. I only wished I had more time with each of you.&lt;br /&gt;Eergh. I better stop before I get emo. But I really do long for home, even now. Still, I try to make best use of my time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still looking for a church to attend. I've been online for the past 6 hours trying to figure out the location of different churches, the maps, the different routes, looking up the transportation timetables etc.&lt;br /&gt;It's so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example.&lt;br /&gt;To get to Riverview Church.&lt;br /&gt;Take a bus from my house to Bullcreek Station.&lt;br /&gt;Train from Bullcreek to Perth Underground.&lt;br /&gt;Walk from Perth Underground St. to Perth Station.&lt;br /&gt;Train from Perth Station to Victoria Park Station.&lt;br /&gt;Walk 1.3km to reach destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey time alone is 1 hour. If I include waiting time, that's like 1.5-2 hours. Cant help it, transportation services are so limited on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I checked again, I discovered Armadale Line is closed tmr due to some service upgrade. So Riverview's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FGA. Website's under construction. Couldn't get the address. That's out for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metro. I read their website and I cant imagine myself being there long term. Cells are once a month or once every fortnight? Nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I'll look again next week. For now, I shall be happy with my MTGs I got recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me in your prayers if you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eergh. I don't like church hunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-1621835384442380358?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/1621835384442380358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=1621835384442380358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1621835384442380358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1621835384442380358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-perth.html' title='Back in Perth'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-2460089423518470056</id><published>2009-01-26T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:27:59.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo.</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Hope your new year celebration has been good so far?  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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SX3C-ecD8tI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rfSnShZgCmk/s320/IMG_2363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295603115436012242" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SX3C-jHG1BI/AAAAAAAAAII/tQ8TrBc_u5A/s1600-h/IMG_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SX3C-jHG1BI/AAAAAAAAAII/tQ8TrBc_u5A/s320/IMG_2364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295603116690297874" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SX3DY7nBjuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/H2jCfkMD2cc/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SX3DY7nBjuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/H2jCfkMD2cc/s320/IMG_2379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295603569943219938" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SX3C-KhPDcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QwA8f1W7QRY/s1600-h/IMG_2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SX3C-KhPDcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QwA8f1W7QRY/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295603110089002434" 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;This was with camera shake. But I still thought it looked kinda interesting. It looks like... a coral? Speaking of corals, is anyone interested in getting scuba diving license end of this year? I'm planning to go and looking for people to join. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-2460089423518470056?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/2460089423518470056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=2460089423518470056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2460089423518470056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2460089423518470056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2009/01/moo.html' title='Moo.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SX3C-jxP4nI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oQyicIgX8sQ/s72-c/IMG_2375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-837705281769917359</id><published>2009-01-01T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:34:34.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>There's one thing I like about the start of every year: new inspirations. It's like on this particular day, you get an extra burst of energy, you set goals, you aim for better.. This time, no new year resolutions for me. But, this day will be the start of my 3-year plan. What plan, you ask? All will be revealed after 3 years. Waa, so mysterious for what, you may think. Well, let's just say that it's something that I'm not taking lightly, something that I'm giving myself time to work on, something that I'm prayerfully considering and think through. So, I dont want to reveal anything yet before anything is done. Let's just call it The Plan for now. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year, everyone! I hope 2009 will be an outstanding, spectacular, fantabulous year for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I know I STILL haven't uploaded the pics. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-837705281769917359?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/837705281769917359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=837705281769917359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/837705281769917359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/837705281769917359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-7446963364040786308</id><published>2008-12-23T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:20:10.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaaaaaaaaaang on!</title><content type='html'>I know I still have not uploaded the pics yet. After Christmas, I promise. On both this blog and facebook. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I've had the busiest 2 weeks ever! But loving every moment of it. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-7446963364040786308?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/7446963364040786308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=7446963364040786308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7446963364040786308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7446963364040786308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/12/haaaaaaaaaaang-on.html' title='Haaaaaaaaaaang on!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-1615877454096264491</id><published>2008-12-11T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:00:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 HD and 1 D!</title><content type='html'>Results for this sem has been released, and I got 3 High Distiction and 1 Distinction! Funny thing was, results for the unit (my favourite too) which I've put in the most effort came out worst, and the units (notice that it's in plural form), the ones which I've never attended the lectures, came out as my best ones. That also I crammed during my final week. Maybe I was praying super hard that week also laa. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my week has been good. Janice was in KK, so there was quite a bit of eating involved. Will upload pictures another day. Internet at home is so slow that I start tidying the computer desk while waiting for something to load. Gonna try steal someone's wifi tmr. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played paintball on Monday. It was great fun. Didnt realise how intense the sport was until I was aching the next day. Aching not because I was shot at, more like I didnt stretch before playing. Heh. Again, I'll upload the photos another day. So, stay tune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-1615877454096264491?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/1615877454096264491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=1615877454096264491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1615877454096264491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1615877454096264491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-hd-and-1-d.html' title='3 HD and 1 D!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-6408083001160157527</id><published>2008-11-30T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:05:52.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDAAAAAATE!</title><content type='html'>I shall attempt to revive this dying blog. Again. I dont know if anyone still bothers to come here besidesssss... Penny and Raymond? :p Well, my apologies. It just seems easier to do everything on Facebook. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, highlights of the past week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm now back in KK. Arrived last Sunday. Oh, I gotta share something about my flight back. I took this airbus back with not much in flight entertainment. So obviously I was bored thoughout the whole journey. Somewhere along the journey where everyone else is pretty much fast asleep, and all the lights in the plane dimmed, I look out of the window. And I saw this spectacular sight. We were flying just above the clouds, and in a distance away, there was a series of lightning. It was amazing, watching lighting from above, seeing how the sky light up about every 6 seconds [yeah,I was so bored that I kept track] when lightning struck. And it went on for about 10 minutes or so. Then I looked up, and the whole sky was filled with stars. So I pretty much sat there in fascination till the lights were turned on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiight, back to KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I make it a point to do something significant or productive every single day. Be it catching up with a friend whom I haven't seen in ages or just learning something new. :) I just think that time in KK is so so precious to be wasted on just doing nothing, though I do kinda enjoy that bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week, I have been spending quality time with parents, friends and most importantly, God. I also baked cheesecake for parents' birthday. Pretty good, considering I did everything on my own this time. Oh, did some minor shooting as well. It was good learning experience, since I never really had the chance to do lighting on my own. So yeah, I had one productive week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-6408083001160157527?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/6408083001160157527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=6408083001160157527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/6408083001160157527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/6408083001160157527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/11/updaaaaaate.html' title='UPDAAAAAATE!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-6521280375633791980</id><published>2008-09-09T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:41:34.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on The Family International</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://edition.cnn.com/video/savp/evp/?loc=int&amp;vid=/video/us/2007/12/05/kaye.jesus.all.cnn" height="393" width="406" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-6521280375633791980?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/6521280375633791980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=6521280375633791980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/6521280375633791980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/6521280375633791980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-on-family-international.html' title='More on The Family International'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8539310674588042001</id><published>2008-09-08T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:56:03.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UTTERLY Disgusted.</title><content type='html'>I was flipping though a mag when something caught my eye. Since I'm sooooo* free, I'm gonna type the article out, but not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was born into the infamous Children of God religious cult, founded by a man called David Berg, who claimed he was the voice of God. As children of the cult, we were taught it was our destiny to give our lives and become martyrs when the world would end in 1993. My parents were hippies and were recruited by the Children of God in their early 20s. Back in the early '70s, the cult was far less extreme, advertising itself as  a utopian society breaking away from establishment. But by the time I was born, in 1981, The Family International, as it is now called has degenerated. Adults were encouraged to sleep with each other. My father had 15 children by 7 women. My mother, in turn, had 2 children by 2 men other than my father. I was largely raised without my parents. Berg insisted that all children live in 'training camps' around the world, and I was cared for by 'foster' parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the 1st time I saw grown ups having sex, because there were orgies taking place around me from the day I was born. One of my earliest memories was watching other women filming themselves doing striptease shows. I was about 2 years old. From this age, children were also forced to simulate sex together. We had scheduled 'date' times, when we each picked our partner and proceeded to our various beds. We hadn't yet learnt how to read, but we'd lie on top of each other, rubbing our bodies and making appropriate noises. We knew what to do as we'd seen the adults doing it often enough. As we grew older, we were forced to have full sex with both adults and other children. Contraception was forbidden, which meant STDs were rife - there were no doctors; so they told us to pray. Most of the adults suffered bouts at some stage or another. I never had sex with a sibling, but I knew some parents who encouraged their sons and daughters to have sex. Although I was young, I knew something was very wrong and I grew up feeling dirty and used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached my teens, I'd lived in the Philippines, Thailand, India, Greece, Hong Kong, Sri Lanka and China. To this day, I have no idea why we were moved so frequently -  I guess it was to maximise cult control by undermining our sense of security and stability. My daily life was rigidly scheduled. We studied maths, reading and writing, but the majority of our time was spent studying Berg's writings (which he claimed were from God). We were forced to spend much of the day in silence too - talking and laughing were discouraged. And the punishments for disobeying were severe. Often we'd be hit with a paddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought to question anything about my life; it was all I knew. I was told that if I didn't follow cult rules, I'd be struck down by the devil or have a terrible accident. We'd been taught that everyone, including the government, police and doctors, were potentially working for the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, I realised that everything has been twisted to suit Berg's own desires. It was a really tough time - coming to terms with the fact that my whole life had been based on someone else's lie. Breaking point came a few months later, when my half sister, Davida, and Berg's son, Richard, commited suicide. I can't be sure of statistics, but I know in my generation there were more than 50 suicides among cult members. Dad said they'd gone over to the dark side and had been possessed by bad spirits. I was sickened by the lack of remorse shown over their tragic deaths and, a few days later, I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three years since I left and I'm leading a life I'd never thought possible. I've even written a bok about my experiences. Last February, I returned to Uganda for a 3-week trip before the book was published.  I wanted to see my siblings one last time in case dad cut me off after reading it. It was really emotional - Dad only let me see them under his supervised watch. But it was worth it because since reading the book he's severed all ties. I'm desperately worried about my siblings. A friend in Uganda has told me that Dad is grooming my brother, now 15, to start reading the more 'radical' doctorines - this involves him being forced to 'masturbate for Jesus' while saying love words to him, picturing himself as a woman. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really disturbing. How can someone's mind get so currupted, and even managed to pull so many others down with him. Funnier, how could people belived Berg in the first place? Currently, there's about 10000 - 12000 members. I am deeply disgusted and sadden by this. Can't anything be done about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8539310674588042001?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8539310674588042001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8539310674588042001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8539310674588042001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8539310674588042001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/09/utterly-disgusted.html' title='UTTERLY Disgusted.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-2608270087322060639</id><published>2008-08-07T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:13:16.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell...</title><content type='html'>Grandpa (mum's side) passed away on Wednesday morning. According to my mum, he went for a morning walk, came back, had a little difficulty in breathing, and just breathed his last. Peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not overwhelmed with grief. I couldn't cry, because I know he's in good hands now. But my heart does feel heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for my Grandpa and all that he's done for the family. Without him, I wouldn't be here in Perth. And neither of anyone in my family would have enjoyed life like how we are enjoying it now. It's amazing. With only 6 months of education, he still manage to build his business to where it is now. He worked so hard, but yet he never complains. Of course he's not all work and no play. He's like one of the cheekiest old man I know. He'd always entertain his grandkids when we were much younger. And he'd make sure we're never short of money. He's always generous with us, but yet he's stingy on himself. He'd reward us when we show him good report cards, he'd give us money to buy snacks but yet complains when a bowl of noodles is a little expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished I could be at his funeral. But it's okay, I'll see him again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye grandpa. We miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SJsdaN6SfHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FHYX_KMnI0I/s1600-h/new+camera+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SJsdaN6SfHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FHYX_KMnI0I/s320/new+camera+259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231807728368909426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-2608270087322060639?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/2608270087322060639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=2608270087322060639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2608270087322060639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2608270087322060639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/08/farewell.html' title='Farewell...'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SJsdaN6SfHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FHYX_KMnI0I/s72-c/new+camera+259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-4216973429393794467</id><published>2008-07-13T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:31:19.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCK Rap.</title><content type='html'>For those who like watching the man with yellow boots, here's something for ya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmltDNiUAvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmltDNiUAvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-4216973429393794467?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/4216973429393794467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=4216973429393794467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/4216973429393794467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/4216973429393794467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/07/pck-rap.html' title='PCK Rap.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-7267851598393260113</id><published>2008-06-27T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:05:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of running</title><content type='html'>Here's my answer to the question "How often do you attend church?" Well, right now it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; every week. Doesn't sound too bad to some right? Well, I think, that's when things will go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to attend every week without fail; rain or shine; but now I've been finding excuses not to go, simply because I dont see the point of going. So far that happened like 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember Ps John telling the youth last time that, of all the kids leaving home for college/uni, only about 20% attend church. I was so determined to never be that 80%. I was going strong, and thinking, "Hey, I could go on forever like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it's never easy fitting into a new place. Some find it easy though, but at least, not me. I'm not a big fan of transitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in KL, I went to this church. Sermon was good, worship was good, well everything else was pretty good, lots of substance, but just one thing. I didn't find the love and acceptance that I needed. Kena bully some more. Quite teruk lah, what some of them did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Perth, I met pretty awesome people in ZionPraise. The people there are so, so genuine. That's good, cause that's what I was looking for last year. The thing is, no substance wan leh. The last time I heard my senior pastor preach, he was talking about books. No, not christian books or the bible, just books in general. His sermon was about growth and in order to grow, we have to read. I checked the sermon notes, and there was not one single reference to the bible. And even "Books can be your friends!!" can become one point in the sermon notes. Then during the last 2 minutes, he quoted 2 scriptures which is langsung tak ada kaitan. I think it's something like, 'Let your light shine before men....." or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sermon sounded more like a motivational speech. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was camp few months back. All I remember after coming back from camp was thinking, "Is that it? That's all there is for a church camp?" I went with high expectations and came back disappointed and felt emptier. It felt more like a fun camp. No serious stuff. I remember there's one whole session on BGR. You've got to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've been finding excuses to go to church. Simply because I felt like I was wasting my time. I stopped going to cell too. I don't get anything out of it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I ended up in Skyline, and it's no coincidence at all. Like God has it all planned out. And I grew so much,  even when I thought I couldn't grow anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that God will not intervene again. It's just a matter of when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of hopping from church to church, trying to fit in. I'm tired of meeting people all over again all the time. I'm tired of giving myself excuses, and feeling guilty about it after that. I'm tired of remaining stagnant, which has been quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, was I being fussy or demanding, or having too high expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tak larat lagi ni, tau tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-7267851598393260113?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/7267851598393260113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=7267851598393260113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7267851598393260113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7267851598393260113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-tired-of-running.html' title='I&apos;m tired of running'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-2896580719104978167</id><published>2008-06-23T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:20:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut short.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Original tag by Crystal is too friggin long.&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;I'll only answer part of it.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name: Bernice&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 0&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 1&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 5. Someone please take me shoe shopping when I get back? Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;Height: I always believe there's only 2 kinds of people: tall and taller. I so happen to be tall.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Kota Kinabalu ( hometown), Perth (current)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: Anything with eggs and cheese?&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: Since Form 1 during Chinese class. And there's no turning back ever since! :p&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: Of course! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Yup. Cuz I was desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Ever had Chicken pox: Had it with 6 other classmates in Form2. Spent 1 week on the phone and counting my spots.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: I believe I have some on my head cuz I cracked it open when I was younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: I went psycho for the next 1 month after seeing Eric Khoo for the 1st time? How can I resist his dazzling smile? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: Yes. At the islands with close friends.&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled: HAARR??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY DID YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: Yes. Almost went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: &lt;s&gt;Getting my DSLR without asking from parents?&lt;/s&gt;Being loved by someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: A bottle of Bailey's, suitcases and oh! so that's where my socks went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now: Always there.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday: Slicing meat.&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait till: Winter is over. Brrrrr. AND when I'm back home.&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last: Ah, tears of loneliness. *sniff&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: In my heart. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?: Yes. Car Window.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?: Hmm, was it Sharon?&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?: If u're talking about guys, that would be.. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church?: I'll leave that to my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: Most people think I'm quiet I guess. That's because I'm either sleepy, not interested in your conversation or preoccupied with other things in my tiny head.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: I can pretend even if I'm not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;1- Constant fights with bro.&lt;br /&gt;2- Finish a book within a day&lt;br /&gt;3- Taking organ lessons&lt;br /&gt;4- Having the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;5- Hmm, was my Barbie still around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1- yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;2- cookies&lt;br /&gt;3- gummy candy&lt;br /&gt;4- dried fruit&lt;br /&gt;5- nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1- tithe 10 percent&lt;br /&gt;2- travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;3- save the remaining money in the bank and grow interest&lt;br /&gt;4- think of what to do with the money&lt;br /&gt;5- there's no number 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had for this year:&lt;br /&gt;1- IGA staff&lt;br /&gt;2- there's no number 2&lt;br /&gt;3- or 3&lt;br /&gt;4- or 4&lt;br /&gt;5- or 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1- Who ever that's not been updating their blog&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;br /&gt;3-&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;br /&gt;5-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/11920878-2896580719104978167?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/2896580719104978167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=2896580719104978167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2896580719104978167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2896580719104978167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/06/cut-short.html' title='Cut short.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8774357384975239827</id><published>2008-05-10T02:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:16:42.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate overload.</title><content type='html'>Just 2 days ago I realised I have way too much chocolates. Hannah and I put our chocolates together and this is what we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SCSX0KsjdNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ATNlJZz3yfg/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SCSX0KsjdNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ATNlJZz3yfg/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198446792372614354" 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;About 70 percent belongs to me. Yes, including the bunny. And the  ones here does not include the ones I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;consumed. Hehe. But of course, I didnt buy all of it. Some were given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, I think the  amount of chocolates I consumed this year is more than what I've consumed my entire life. That just show how stressed I am this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SCSZEasjdPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rLQjD4Gy_Fk/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SCSZEasjdPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rLQjD4Gy_Fk/s320/IMG_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198448171057116402" 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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Greediness. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just discovered my sweet tooth. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8774357384975239827?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8774357384975239827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8774357384975239827' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8774357384975239827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8774357384975239827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/05/chocolate-overload.html' title='Chocolate overload.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SCSX0KsjdNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ATNlJZz3yfg/s72-c/IMG_1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-157064768060661457</id><published>2008-04-07T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:21:20.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress!</title><content type='html'>Past few weeks had not been easy. There seems no end to assignments. This week is the killer, man. So many stuff that is due this week. And yes, I have been consistent. Right now, it feels like I'm back to my Senior3 days in Tshung Tsin. Uni definitely isnt as fun as I hoped/thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, good thing there's always something to help de-stress. Recently I have been watching this cartoon 'Shaun the Sheep'. by the same creators of Wallace &amp; Gromit, I think. Go check it out. It's quite hilarious. And it's about 6min for each clip, perfect for study breaks. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://xml.truveo.com/eb/i/509607414/a/58ef677afb89fc040e3dec6de7dd6c26/p/1" flashvars="m=26980785&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="341" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-157064768060661457?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/157064768060661457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=157064768060661457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/157064768060661457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/157064768060661457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress.html' title='Stress!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-7450284454270418328</id><published>2008-04-01T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:17:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Lee~~~!!!!!</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't seen this, you've gotta watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEN LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tulibu Dibu Douchoo~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-7450284454270418328?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/7450284454270418328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=7450284454270418328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7450284454270418328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7450284454270418328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/04/ken-lee.html' title='Ken Lee~~~!!!!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8638233110690876725</id><published>2008-03-01T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:47:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving first week of uni.</title><content type='html'>RULE NUMBER ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never, ever, ever &lt;/strong&gt;give your number to anyone selling fruits on campus, especially when they're &lt;strong&gt;OLDER&lt;/strong&gt; than your dad!! And to think that I was so stupid and naive to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During orientation, I got a ride home from my cousin, Sylvia. On the way to the car park, we stopped by this fruit stall in campus. So my cousin, being the sweet friendly person, started talking to the fruit guy, while I just stood there and made some occasional comments. So, finally when we decided to leave, mr fruit guy, asked Sylvia FIRST for her number, then me, so that maybe we could catch up or something over coffee. Since she gave it to him, I was thinking, ok lah, maybe he's nice la, and could be interesting cause he was talking about his documentary he's working on. Apparently, he was in some film industry and he's selling fruits for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first day of uni, he call me (yea,why me ah? sylvia was the one who made friends with him wan mah) and asked if syl and i would like to come for coffee the next day, at 5pm. i presumed it was somewhere on campus since there's lots of cafes around. syl said she wasnt free, so the following day, i went to his fruit stall to cancel it. (save money on phone credit mah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like, "oh, she cant make it? then you come then." 0.0&lt;br /&gt;he said want to bring me to the casino for coffee cuz got good music la.. (bullshit) then offered to pick me up if tranportation is a problem la. then say got lots of asian there la. then said i would like it there la. he kept on persisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just kept saying no and giving all kinds of excuses. so stupid right? should have just walked away immediately. total waste of my time. some more he gave me a bunch of grapes leh, to pujuk me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont think he was in the film industry also wan leh. Here's what I noticed when I saw him filming an interview with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly&lt;/strong&gt;, composition. Terrible! Cacat! Too much wasted space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;, sound! He was using this mini handycam to shoot. No mics at all. That's not all, camera was placed quite a distance from where he and a student was sitting and conversing. AND he had a radio placed RIGHT NEXT to the camera, cuz he likes music on it. When i asked him why cant he just put the music in during post production, he said "aaaahhhh..... you can. but i like it this way." What the heck?!?! How on earth can u possibly pick up a conversation with a radio blaring like that. and the songs ah, where got people put that kind of songs into interviews wan. he says it's his fav songs wah. wahlaoweh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly,&lt;/strong&gt;contents. I find it no point in doing a documentary where the only questions that pop out are "where are u from? what are u studying? which year?" and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to come think of it, maybe he wasnt really in any film industry. maybe it's blue film leh. or maybe he's not really doing any documentary. after shooting the "interviews", he syok sendiri watch at home and fantasize. cause cannot hear any conversation mah, just his 'fav music'. even if can hear,uh, wat's the point??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeee!! ham sap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, he text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi my special. i'm in the casino. wished you were here. call you tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I start to freak out. And the next day, he tried to call me 4 times. I ignored all of his calls la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally I told my uncle all about it and he taught me how to get rid of people. Gave me long lecture some more. But it was good, life lessons. So in the end, I told mr fruit guy to stop contacting me cause I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think he's on the look out for innocent asian gals leh. How come he NEVER contacted my cousin? Strange, dont you think so? He's old, ugly and Italian btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my encounter with a ham sap old man with an asian fetish, uni's fine. Made a few friends. Will make some more later on. Classes so far are pretty easy going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later! tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8638233110690876725?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8638233110690876725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8638233110690876725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8638233110690876725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8638233110690876725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/03/surviving-first-week-of-uni.html' title='Surviving first week of uni.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-1275757047870972614</id><published>2008-02-13T14:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:16:43.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>Greetings from OZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have got some time to update my long abandoned blog. Have been busy ever since I reach Perth. So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I'm liking Perth so far. It's not very cold now. In fact, I think it's hotter than kk. Well, autumn's coming soon. So, it'll be a lot cooler then. Oh yeah, plugs here are different. Someone should have told me that. Because you can get adapters for about RM5 in Msia but it costs AUD$12.75 for one. (almost RM36++) !!!! But thank goodness I have cousins who can bring me around to get whatever I need. Pity those new students who are left on their own. So now, I'm telling you this, in case you plan to come visit me! &gt;&lt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdXznOT2I/AAAAAAAAADk/ya3JGuiDDLs/s1600-h/plug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166435123608833890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdXznOT2I/AAAAAAAAADk/ya3JGuiDDLs/s320/plug.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;Besides that, I've been doing a bit of sight seeing. Have been to the city a couple of times and yeah, I can get there on my own now without getting lost. :) You do know that my sense of direction isnt that fantastic, right? Hehe. But you know what? Finding your way around Perth is really easy cause their maps are just so much easier to understand. Public transportation here is reaaally convenient as well. And when I say it's convenient, I meant that there are bus stops within 5 minutes walking distance from wherever you are. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm,shopping. There are heaps of interesting stuff here. I keep seeing things that you guys would like. (&lt;strong&gt;Crystal! &lt;/strong&gt;I saw one shirt that says "cheer up, emo kid". cool yea? haha) But I wont be buying anything yet, until I earn my own money. So, anything that I want badly will have to wait. I cant help but convert everything into malaysian ringgit. Oh, there are heaps of chocolates and candy. Me got Roc Candy. I got a packet which has got 22 flavours in them. Havent opened it up yet. Cause they look too good to be eaten. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdYDnOT3I/AAAAAAAAADs/8LmyokIYRuk/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166435127903801202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdYDnOT3I/AAAAAAAAADs/8LmyokIYRuk/s320/IMG_0097.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LjJznOT7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1jBfAKAgKI0/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166441480160432050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LjJznOT7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1jBfAKAgKI0/s320/IMG_0103.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LjKDnOT8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qlThipl5OQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LjKDnOT8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qlThipl5OQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166441484455399362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LjKDnOT8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/qlThipl5OQ0/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Dont you think they look pretty?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can even personalise your candy too. Great for weddings, I reckon. Instead of boring fruit cake or chocolates right? Hehe.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdYjnOT5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oCPkSOSs_es/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166435136493735826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdYjnOT5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oCPkSOSs_es/s320/IMG_0099.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdYznOT6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/xiCKH3N54lk/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166435140788703138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdYznOT6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/xiCKH3N54lk/s320/IMG_0102.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;Oh ya, I've got my OZ number. it's +61422529325. I got this number from a company called Virgin Mobile. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LjKTnOT9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/uPgWjLnK9-g/s1600-h/virgin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166441488750366674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LjKTnOT9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/uPgWjLnK9-g/s320/virgin.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;Dont ask why. I didnt even know what was I thinking! It's so weird. Imagine me saying, "Hi I'm Bernice. Here my number. I'm a Virgin." Ewww. Will get 3Mobile when I've finish my credit. cause most people use it. And Yes Optus too. Both are quite common. So until then, I'll be using this number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their ads. They're so gay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AkiogYR3nQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVLYHqvg6So&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4wzcToVfps&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0Zsiowb8Wc&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-1275757047870972614?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/1275757047870972614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=1275757047870972614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1275757047870972614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1275757047870972614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R7LdXznOT2I/AAAAAAAAADk/ya3JGuiDDLs/s72-c/plug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8382046855698281612</id><published>2008-01-21T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:16:45.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs</title><content type='html'>Don't know if this was for real or not. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q35hILbGI/AAAAAAAAACc/WwRax_XilSQ/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157808934530804834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q35hILbGI/AAAAAAAAACc/WwRax_XilSQ/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q35hILbHI/AAAAAAAAACk/_GH0_YitKkw/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157808934530804850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q35hILbHI/AAAAAAAAACk/_GH0_YitKkw/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q35xILbII/AAAAAAAAACs/jqiXKzPwGT8/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157808938825772162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q35xILbII/AAAAAAAAACs/jqiXKzPwGT8/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q36BILbKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WQ9l3ou_-gk/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q5KRILbLI/AAAAAAAAADE/8WheVWB4ZCY/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157810321805241522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q5KRILbLI/AAAAAAAAADE/8WheVWB4ZCY/s320/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q5KhILbNI/AAAAAAAAADU/ft4P3t7ZFEg/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157810326100208850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q5KhILbNI/AAAAAAAAADU/ft4P3t7ZFEg/s320/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q5KxILbOI/AAAAAAAAADc/WyiEWfn_u4M/s1600-h/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157810330395176162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 456px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q5KxILbOI/AAAAAAAAADc/WyiEWfn_u4M/s320/untitled9.bmp" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8382046855698281612?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8382046855698281612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8382046855698281612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8382046855698281612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8382046855698281612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/R5Q35hILbGI/AAAAAAAAACc/WwRax_XilSQ/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-3726049766146521930</id><published>2007-11-05T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:13:11.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!</title><content type='html'>There's a big, fat, ugly and HAIRY cockroach in my room!! I thought I've exterminated all of them. So far there was 3 in my room ever since I moved. But, I still like my room. Hopefully there aren't any more hiding somewhere around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-3726049766146521930?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/3726049766146521930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=3726049766146521930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/3726049766146521930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/3726049766146521930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/11/help.html' title='Help!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-7359035528500840440</id><published>2007-10-18T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:16:45.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!!</title><content type='html'>...to none other than..Janice!! Yeah,she's the one who sold me her mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rxb9detgguI/AAAAAAAAACM/dQ3KgZ9Y8pM/s1600-h/DSC_9997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rxb9detgguI/AAAAAAAAACM/dQ3KgZ9Y8pM/s320/DSC_9997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122560309082489570" 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;Also, not forgetting Alice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rxb-nOtggvI/AAAAAAAAACU/M5_i9XQiRks/s1600-h/109_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rxb-nOtggvI/AAAAAAAAACU/M5_i9XQiRks/s320/109_0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122561576097841906" 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;Have a good one, you two...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-7359035528500840440?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/7359035528500840440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=7359035528500840440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7359035528500840440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7359035528500840440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rxb9detgguI/AAAAAAAAACM/dQ3KgZ9Y8pM/s72-c/DSC_9997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-2613200488644560001</id><published>2007-10-18T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T02:06:33.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cam3, you're on!"</title><content type='html'>I was helping out at this SIB BM night rally for the past 2 nights. It was held at SIB KL's main auditorium. So of course, there's live broadcast. Anyway, I've been assigned to roaming camera. and boy, was I nervous. Note that it was my first time going live on my own. And about my past 'experiences', well, I hentam lah, and I never knew if my shots were good or bad. To come think about it, I think I made whoever that watched my shots giddy. Lol! Serious wan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a chance to work with Bob,Calvin and Choon Ean. It was really fun working with them, and it was definitely a good experience. I did ask God to guide my hands and give me creativity, and guess what? He did! I didnt even know I was capable of doing some of the artistic shots. It just happened. It was really encouraging as well, when I got the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice one, cam 3"&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful.."&lt;br /&gt;"Good job, cam 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..over the walkie-talkies. Of course, I had the occasional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaahhh! Cam 3, you were on! You're not supposed to move until I tell you you're released!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooops. :p I didnt realise I was still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now,my body's aching, especially my thighs. It feels like I've been running a marathon. Seriously. Now I dread climbing up the stairs in college. That just shows how long I have not done sports huh? Oh boy, I feel so old. But, I really enjoyed myself. And what was even greater was seeing God move those 2 nights. I tell you,it feels like going Timbua all over. The youths were really crying out to God and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing. Now only do I have an idea of what to teach my fellow comrades back in skyline media on doing roaming. Hehe. I myself wasnt so sure what to do the last time I did roaming. And it's quite funny, cause some of them tried to imitate my cacat moves. Cannot lah,cannot lah... Will show them properly when I go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-2613200488644560001?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/2613200488644560001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=2613200488644560001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2613200488644560001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2613200488644560001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/10/cam3-youre-on.html' title='&quot;Cam3, you&apos;re on!&quot;'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-1204861679053024942</id><published>2007-10-08T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:16:46.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Mac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4OtggmI/AAAAAAAAABM/sbiRN5tyiM8/s1600-h/CarbonApple_mono1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4OtggmI/AAAAAAAAABM/sbiRN5tyiM8/s320/CarbonApple_mono1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118941176365351522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;It's been a week now, since I bought my Macbook from Janice. I've been fiddling with it and er, making new discoveries everyday. Hehe. Boy,  I tell you, I'm loving every bit of it. Things are now made so much...simpler. Now only I realize how lousy windows is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's not get to that. Right now, I just wanna share how I got my mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4etggnI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z9gmZtONNs8/s1600-h/mac1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4etggnI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z9gmZtONNs8/s320/mac1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118941180660318834" 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;If you remembered, I entered some video contest earlier this year, hoping to win some cash to get a mac. I prayed hard for it, but I didn't win of course. I wasn't feeling anything until I found out who won the first prize. Apparent, this guy named Chern Liang, who's also from Acts, submitted his entry the last minute and still managed to win. It just suddenly struck me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; could he win? I mean, if it wasn't because the closing date for the contest was extended, he wouldn't have stand a chance at all. Of course, I have to admit he had a really good concept. Brilliant, in fact. But then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; did God let him win? Surely He knows how badly I wanted one. Was it because he prayed harder? Or he's  'holier' ? Or, he's done more than I? None of the reasons I can think of made any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4-tggpI/AAAAAAAAABk/nskwCxFcJs0/s1600-h/mac3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4-tggpI/AAAAAAAAABk/nskwCxFcJs0/s320/mac3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118941189250253458" 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;Later that night, someone shared how God gave him new cymbals and all that. (It's a whole long story altogether.) Then I just simply told God that I am still believing that He's gonna provide me with a Mac. I don't know how, but I had the peace that He will. So every time I pass by a Mac store or when I thought about it, I just thanked Him in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4etggoI/AAAAAAAAABc/cyiaHt5eDTE/s1600-h/mac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4etggoI/AAAAAAAAABc/cyiaHt5eDTE/s320/mac2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118941180660318850" 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;Anyway, a month ago, I was just talking with some friends in class about computers and I just blabbed out that I wanted a mac. Yes, I've told some individuals that I wanted one, but I never said it out loud before. To come think about it, it sounded more like a cry out of desperation. Hehe. Half an hour later, Janice called me.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I heard you wanted a mac?"&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh5OtggqI/AAAAAAAAABs/EICYbFueRNk/s1600-h/mac4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh5OtggqI/AAAAAAAAABs/EICYbFueRNk/s320/mac4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118941193545220770" 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;So I asked my dad about it, and he seemed quite reluctant. I didn't pester him like I used to, cause I don't need to if it was really God who's behind all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night, I went for some media training. The funny thing was, Alvin, our media head, prayed that God will bless us with laptops and computers and that when he closed in prayer. It's funny because I don't recall him ever praying for that. Double whoa. So of course I was agreeing with him in prayer all the way lah. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwo0UetggrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QzsQirkM0ro/s1600-h/mac5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwo0UetggrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QzsQirkM0ro/s320/mac5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118961452905956018" 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;Few days later, my dad just texted me asking if I still wanted a mac, and I never even said anything since the last time I spoke to him. Immediately I called Janice and she said, she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; about to call me, cause if I didn't want the mac, she'll gonna find someone else to buy it. Whoa,talk about timing, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got it for 3k, which is a pretty good bargain with the specs I have. It may not seem like a big deal to some of you, but I really do believe the mac I got is from God, after getting all those confirmations. So why only now do I get it? I guess He just wanted me to learn to be patient and just trust Him. And to come think of it, even if I were to win the contest, I still have to split the money with my friends and tithe. In the end, there won't be much left and I still have fork out a few thousands to get what I have now. So, it's about the same lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy up there is just so good. Right now, I'm just one happy kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwo0UutggsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5W3oHEOoLos/s1600-h/mac6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwo0UutggsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5W3oHEOoLos/s320/mac6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118961457200923330" 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;p/s: Whether or not my friends and I won the contest, I'm glad we did it. Raymond still cracks me up whenever I watch him on the video. Hehehe. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-1204861679053024942?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/1204861679053024942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=1204861679053024942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1204861679053024942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/1204861679053024942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-mac.html' title='Hello, Mac!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/Rwoh4OtggmI/AAAAAAAAABM/sbiRN5tyiM8/s72-c/CarbonApple_mono1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-2785623600105146250</id><published>2007-10-02T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:51:07.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The third time!</title><content type='html'>i cant believe it! i had free ride. again! the &lt;a href="http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/06/god-is-good-all-time.html"&gt;first two times&lt;/a&gt; was, wow, but this time was even more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was staying over at sharon's place last night after hanging out with janice, kit and sharon. we were watching 'Hairspray' and since it ended late, i decided i didnt want to risk going home alone, and some more carrying my new mac around. i know i'm such a paranoid, but it's ok. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning, i had to somehow get back to subang for classes. sharon came along, cuz she didnt have any classes today. and so, we waited for a cab. somehow there wasnt any cab available. either it's been taken or the cab drivers didnt see us. so, i prayed. it wasnt the intentional prayer kind of prayer, but i sort of muttered a "Lord, please send us a cab~~".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, we spotted one and waved at it. the thing is, there was this school bus in front of the cab and the bus driver thought we waved at him. so, he stopped and you know what, it turned out that the bus is a Taylor's College school bus. can you believe it? it goes right up to the doorstep! since the driver never questioned us, we just hopped on it, and we didnt need to pay anything! hahah! the driver didnt even suspect that we're not students who pays to get on the school bus everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the ride to college, i was still pretty much in awe. God answered, although we didnt even expect it. now,isnt He just so, so good? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-2785623600105146250?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/2785623600105146250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=2785623600105146250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2785623600105146250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2785623600105146250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/10/third-time.html' title='The third time!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8281600440195729253</id><published>2007-08-24T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:20:05.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well deserved holiday</title><content type='html'>i'm having a really relaxing week back home now. this time, i didnt do much, didnt go out that much either. so far, i've been spending most of my time at home resting, catching up with friends, lazing at the islands and helping out a lil at a conference. this time, i'm not just glad to be back. in fact, i felt relieved. past few months in kl has just been wearing me down. and so, i managed to talk to a few people, to get it out of my system, at least. it's all good now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8281600440195729253?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8281600440195729253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8281600440195729253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8281600440195729253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8281600440195729253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-deserved-holiday.html' title='well deserved holiday'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-600964667413586708</id><published>2007-06-22T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:24:43.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine fix</title><content type='html'>decided to try caramel macchiato, just because some people are so crazy about it. still cant figure out why,though. only liked the caramel part. as for the rest of it, it's just coffee loh. well, i'm not a big fan of coffee anyway. and so,i gave the rest to karishma when i couldnt finish it, er, without the caramel. and she happily gulped the whole thing down. next time, i'll just stick to my java chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, i'm wide awake today.  :) :) :)  to be exact, hyper's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, the wonders of caffeine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-600964667413586708?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/600964667413586708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=600964667413586708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/600964667413586708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/600964667413586708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/06/caffeine-fix.html' title='Caffeine fix'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-2215808815552339313</id><published>2007-06-15T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:49:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good. all the time.</title><content type='html'>i meant to post this some time ago, but i forgot. heee. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened about a month ago. well, i having a lousy day at college that day. basically, things just didnt go well. and so, i went back home, feeling upset about certain things, and some more super deprived of sleep (some joker's fault la, but let's not get to that.) n so,i caught a few hours of sleep and the next thing i knew, i was informed that i was running camera in church that night n have to be there. so without even showering or ta-pao-ing dinner, i rushed to church cuz i was running late. on the way to get a cab, i said something like this to God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh geez. peak hour. the cab drivers sure gonna charge me super high wan. pls provide me with transport to church, can? if You love me.."&lt;br /&gt;*pauses a moment*&lt;br /&gt;"ok. that was a dumb thing to say. i know You love me. but if You want, You can still provide me with transport. *inserts a grin* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost immediate i saw Eunice walking towards me, and she told me there r some campuscity ppl going to church. and so i ran, n the ppl were &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; about to leave for church. n so of course, i got a free ride la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe that it wasnt just a coincidence that i should bump into eunice, or that the ppl were just ngam-ngam about to leave for church. that day it was God telling me that, "I know ur day sucked. but it's ok, cuz u still have Me, n yes, I love u. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was with a friend, waiting for a cab to get to church. in the back of my mind, i was wondering if He would provide me with free ride this time. but i chose not to 'bother' Him this time cuz, after all, sharing the cab with a friend isnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we waited n waited. no cab to be seen n it was starting to rain heavily. then suddenly there was this rapidkl bus passing by. it wasnt supposed to go to the direction where church is, but it turned out that the driver was finishing work and wanted to go home. so he offered us a free ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i got on the bus. inside, i really couldnt believe it. twice in a row!&lt;br /&gt;God is just so good, even if u didnt ask for it. dont u think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-2215808815552339313?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/2215808815552339313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=2215808815552339313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2215808815552339313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2215808815552339313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/06/god-is-good-all-time.html' title='God is good. all the time.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-137204509757984454</id><published>2007-06-07T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:33:26.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FinalCut, finally!</title><content type='html'>have been using FinalCut Pro for the past 2 days, and i must say, it wasnt as hard as i thought it would be. of course, i'm only doing basic stuff with it now. but sharon says, by the time we've edited 20 videos, we'd know how to do magic with it. but then, this whole story telling isnt as easy as it seems. hmmm, in time la.. i'll slowly pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i have been busy with the yos camp video n the fathers' day project. and things are slowly getting done. should be able to finish by friday la. yay. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days till i return to kl. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-137204509757984454?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/137204509757984454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=137204509757984454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/137204509757984454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/137204509757984454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/06/finalcut-finally.html' title='FinalCut, finally!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-5920153335195119445</id><published>2007-05-29T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:19:08.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited</title><content type='html'>okay, okay... maybe my questions were a lil hard. so that's why i changed a few to easier ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try again, will ya? just click below.&lt;br /&gt;*grin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-5920153335195119445?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/5920153335195119445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=5920153335195119445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5920153335195119445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5920153335195119445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/05/edited.html' title='Edited'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-5493829885323684400</id><published>2007-05-28T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:40:40.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of having a smacking awesome time</title><content type='html'>yeaps, i'm already back in kk and having the time of my life right now. and it's only less than 48 hours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so glad to be back that the first thing i did when i got home was to jump on my bed. anyway, for the past 2 days i have been hanging out alot with friends, and err, eating a lot. it's like, yesterday, went for lunch, then went for a drink and hang out at my place. before i knew it, it's time for dinner. after dinner went to starbucks with a whole bunch of ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of hanging out at starbucks, yesterday was just awesome la. there was about 10 of us, some more mostly from the media team. everything was just like old times, except that some are not around in kk. it's times like these that i missed most in kl. cuz well, it's just different there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, most probably gonna be busy with video stuff again, though i didnt plan on doing anything related to video. BUT! i so totally do not mind. will be working on a fathers' day video this time. hmm,maybe this time i get to try my hands on directing? we'll see.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-5493829885323684400?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/5493829885323684400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=5493829885323684400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5493829885323684400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5493829885323684400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-having-smacking-awesome-time.html' title='of having a smacking awesome time'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-5505669483205155337</id><published>2007-05-28T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:03:21.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do u know me?</title><content type='html'>hey y'all!! just came up with this. am curious to know how much u all know me..&lt;br /&gt;so yea, do take this test.. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/455931"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/455931/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-5505669483205155337?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/5505669483205155337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=5505669483205155337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5505669483205155337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5505669483205155337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-well-do-u-know-me.html' title='How well do u know me?'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-2516520218725862691</id><published>2007-05-11T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:16:48.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..</title><content type='html'>another reason why i dont frequently update my blog (besides being busy and lazy) is because i have nothing good to say at all. what i meant was, some people can really, really piss you off and drive you up the wall. now when that happens, i dont go around complaining to other people. instead, i'll just let it all out in my own private lil space a.k.a. my blog. on second thought, blogs arent very private anyway. so what do i do? i just shut up and vent my frustration at the cats below my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i'm amazed at how some people can be so selfish and irreponsible. &lt;br /&gt;oh well.. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some random photos which i managed to dig out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yummm.... had this with cynthia, hannah, n ting in 2005 when cyn came back from perth. in case u kl peeps havent figure it out, this is what u get in yoyo cafe, the place with the best milky tea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQzAruz_vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NbHmcJMliiI/s1600-h/IMG_0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063227967903366898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQzAruz_vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NbHmcJMliiI/s320/IMG_0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hannah, silliest cousin i ever had. i was looking at some ang-moh when she took this pic. heee.. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQzA7uz_wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1TuPrj5_Vvk/s1600-h/sapi~~+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063227972198334210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQzA7uz_wI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1TuPrj5_Vvk/s320/sapi~~+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hannah and cynthia, another wacky cousin of mine. times with them were one of the best times. we're awesome partners in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQ1E7uz_yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PygNfkdSG8M/s1600-h/sapi~~+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063230239941066530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQ1E7uz_yI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PygNfkdSG8M/s320/sapi~~+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;us again. relaxing on the massage chair after our island trip. that was the last time i had Bailey's Irish Cream too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQ1Ebuz_xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eJ8u9d7CarY/s1600-h/sapi~~+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063230231351131922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQ1Ebuz_xI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eJ8u9d7CarY/s320/sapi~~+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;had this gelato ice-cream last year in august during the e06 conference. i've never had it since coming to kl this yr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQzALuz_tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dO5T-VOmWYE/s1600-h/103_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063227959313432274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQzALuz_tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dO5T-VOmWYE/s320/103_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;sharon n crystal. ah, this pic brings back lots of memories. taken during our journey to timbua for the first time. it was heaps and heaps of fun, even in the car. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQy_7uz_sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KEiSP5sadik/s1600-h/101_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063227955018464962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQy_7uz_sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KEiSP5sadik/s320/101_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;deanna n crystal. hung out with them quite a bit before i went off. they are the best buddies i ever had. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQ1mruz_zI/AAAAAAAAABE/msFNAAfaoTY/s1600-h/104_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063230819761651506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQ1mruz_zI/AAAAAAAAABE/msFNAAfaoTY/s320/104_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-2516520218725862691?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/2516520218725862691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=2516520218725862691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2516520218725862691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/2516520218725862691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html' title='Update..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/RkQzAruz_vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NbHmcJMliiI/s72-c/IMG_0984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-3836206663510498255</id><published>2007-04-30T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:52:32.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Counting...</title><content type='html'>...the days till i go back to kk.&lt;br /&gt;which is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 weeks and 5 days more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wonder, is it normal to actually count how many more days till you go back home? i mean, is it normal to still feel home sick even though u've been away for months? i've been counting since the past week or so the days left till i'm back in paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meanwhile, i've been planning (oh boy, oh boy!!) what i'll be doing when i go back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. stuff myself with mum's food like i'll never taste it again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. go to yoyo cafe at least &lt;s&gt;20 &lt;/s&gt;5 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. catch up with frens, especially crystal n deanna (sleepover, perhaps?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. of course, how can i forget? Youth Camp!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. catch a movie with mum and dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. island trips?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. yum-cha at damai. i really missed this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. renew my passport (might want to go to s'pore in june..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. dental checkup (err,yay?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. drive!! ...and be driven around by crystal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u guys better be free when i go back... kekekeke... see u all soon!! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-3836206663510498255?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/3836206663510498255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=3836206663510498255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/3836206663510498255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/3836206663510498255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-counting.html' title='Still Counting...'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-3251156322822826790</id><published>2007-04-21T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T02:51:39.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh noooooo...</title><content type='html'>Mike Webber's getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang! There goes another one, and I was &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;close.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta go find someone else to stalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-3251156322822826790?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/3251156322822826790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=3251156322822826790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/3251156322822826790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/3251156322822826790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-noooooo.html' title='oh noooooo...'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8480411390583975454</id><published>2007-04-09T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T02:19:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of conflicts..</title><content type='html'>yeah, it's a rare occasion that i dont get along with people. but there's this one fella that just has to drive me bonkers. waa i tell u the things he does ah, really can make u smack urself on the forehead, cuz he [censored]. alvin's just being nice la. if eric was there, sure kena kaw-kaw oredi wan.&lt;br /&gt;bleh...&lt;br /&gt;i've forgiven him tho. settled stuff with him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i encounter things like this, or when i just cannot tahan things here, i'd compare things with kk, u know, like just wanting to run back home and get away. but i cant keep doing that ma right? gotta learn to face things and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, things r alright here. this week super kaw-kaw busy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, off i go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, i decided to cut off that one bit. not gonna start any war here. dont need that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8480411390583975454?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8480411390583975454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8480411390583975454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8480411390583975454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8480411390583975454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-conflicts.html' title='of conflicts..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8760118957213359097</id><published>2007-04-05T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:27:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of burp-days..</title><content type='html'>my bday this year didnt turn out as bad as i expected. at first i wasnt even looking forward to it, and wasnt excited lah. hmm, maybe this is one of the signs that i'm getting old. u know like, when u were younger, u look so much forward to that day. and as u get older, that excitement just kinda wears off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my bday this yr was associated alot with food. i was suprised with 3 cakes, and flowers too (yeah, first time some more).  and today, i received the cake which ben's mum baked for me n eunice. God bless her kind soul.. hehe.. ya and so, that day our class ordered pizza and makan together too. no, it wasnt because of my bday, it just happened that our mentor wanted to makan with us. then on sat, eunice n i celebrate with a few others. we didnt do much except for watching movie and eating most of the time. what really made my day was to know that i do have kl frens who do care about me lah.. aww.. but at the same time, it was great having ppl from kk remembering. made me miss home all the more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeaps, that was my day la.. heheh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8760118957213359097?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8760118957213359097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8760118957213359097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8760118957213359097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8760118957213359097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-burp-days.html' title='of burp-days..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-7145737240337664529</id><published>2007-03-19T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:22:50.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>postponed!!</title><content type='html'>due date for english assignment has been postponed. hallelujah!!  gosh, i'm so relieved. haha..&lt;br /&gt;okay, no more procrastinating from now on.. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-7145737240337664529?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/7145737240337664529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=7145737240337664529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7145737240337664529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7145737240337664529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/03/postponed.html' title='postponed!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-5768368919764593652</id><published>2007-03-18T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:20:12.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week of unproductive-ness</title><content type='html'>attended the charge up conference last week ago, which was all good. in fact, i had such an awesome time there till i had post conference blues when the conference ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i think all i did this week was korean drama marathon. didnt feel like doing anything else cuz i was simply not in the mood for any work. so now,i'm in big trouble dy.. need to finish this 3000-word english essay. bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw people!!&lt;br /&gt;if u have checked out the maggi website, click on the link below (previous post) and vote!! this time, there's 2 new videos by my friends. look out for "football aint football without maggi" and "kelvin loves maggi mee". there's only 1 week plus left to vote. so.. wat are u waiting for? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-5768368919764593652?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/5768368919764593652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=5768368919764593652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5768368919764593652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/5768368919764593652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-week-of-unproductive-ness.html' title='one week of unproductive-ness'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-7041601910197699346</id><published>2007-02-24T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:09:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue skies and everything nice.</title><content type='html'>This is it. my one week stay in kk has ended, and it's back to kl life again. Gosh, never had it felt so good to be back home again. The skies are so blue, and the air is so much fresher too. And oh, the food! I had one whole week of good food. 1st day already there's two dishes of pork. damn good... Mum fed me so much, that I think I've gained weight in that one week. hehehe.. Oh ya, spending time with mum and dad was great as well, especially with mum. I enjoyed lying on the bed and just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to see familiar faces as well, but only managed to meet up with a few people. Was looking for some people, but they balik kampung oredi la. Anyway, I had a pretty productive week in kk too. =) Eric was telling me about this Maggi video competition on Sunday and within the next 3 days, i managed to produce 2 videos along with crystal and raymond. For the first time ever, crystal and i didnt have anyone to supervice us, and i didnt realise that video editing can be so painstaking. Haha.. and now i know la.. But anyway, it's all good larr, cuz it's a whole new experience for me and crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now comes the most imprtant part of this post: WE NEED YOUR VOTES, PEOPLE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;just go to the &lt;a href="http://www.maggi.com.my/salutesContest"&gt;Maggi website&lt;/a&gt; , sign up as a Maggi member and vote!! Look for &lt;strong&gt;"cowboy"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"Maggi's big fan"&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;bern&lt;/strong&gt;. For those of you who knows Eric Foo, he will be submitting an entry as well. So of course vote for him also lah! ok, i'm done talking. PLEASE VOTE NOW, I BEG YOU! hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Eric if u're reading this, those videos are the product of all the teaching and guidance you gave crystal and i. thank you.. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-7041601910197699346?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/7041601910197699346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=7041601910197699346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7041601910197699346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/7041601910197699346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/02/blue-skies-and-everything-nice.html' title='Blue skies and everything nice.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-8550109781758289948</id><published>2007-02-12T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:52:21.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something for pre-med students..</title><content type='html'>First-year students at Med School were receiving their first Anatomy class with a real dead human body. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet. The professor started the class by telling them: "In medicine, it is necessary to have 2 important qualities as a doctor. The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the human body. "For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the corpse, withdrew it and stuck his finger in his mouth... "Go ahead and do the same thing," he told his students. The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead boy and sucking on it. Each one tried his best not to puke. When everyone had finished, the Professor looked at them and told them, "The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my Middle finger and sucked on my Index finger. Now learn to pay attention..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-8550109781758289948?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/8550109781758289948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=8550109781758289948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8550109781758289948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/8550109781758289948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-for-pre-med-students.html' title='something for pre-med students..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116946208712017010</id><published>2007-01-22T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T18:34:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of feeling the blues..</title><content type='html'>felt kinda down for the past few days, up to the point where i had to replay the skyline year end video and the media team 2nd anniversary video over and over again to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116946208712017010?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116946208712017010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116946208712017010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116946208712017010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116946208712017010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-feeling-blues.html' title='of feeling the blues..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116850015310673840</id><published>2007-01-11T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:22:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update..</title><content type='html'>well,i'm starting to settle down oredi.. although not as comfy as home, still can do la.. got into a cell grp as well.. so.. everything's fine lah. starting to like my course as well, cuz not as stressful as ttss.. hehe.. but still, it's boring here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy birthday benji and eric!!! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116850015310673840?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116850015310673840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116850015310673840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116850015310673840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116850015310673840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/01/short-update.html' title='Short update..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116791071432665152</id><published>2007-01-04T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:38:34.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>moved in to My Place Apartments 2 days ago. on the first day, i was greeted by 2 cockroaches. killed one and the other escaped. the next day, another 2 greeted me. one was in my room some more.  couldnt take it la, so i went to eunice place to spend the night. man, i was damn scared, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes kinda started. so far so good. people tell me that S.A.M is tough and i keep telling myself that after going through tshung tsin, S.A.M is sap-sap sui. hmm, maybe i shoulnt have that kind of mentality. classmates are pretty nice genarally. still in the process of getting to know everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be settling down at sib kl. found a cell grp, but still looking for transport to go to church. meanwhile, i'll be going to acts church this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, have been meeting quite a number of people since i got here. firstly, there's my bro's cell grp members. well, they really are a bunch of nice and friendly people. some more i found someone who also likes korean drama series. =) then there's these friends of this retarted hamster, a.k.a benji. they're taking S.A.M as well, so it's pretty good to know a few more people la. they're pretty friendly as well, luckily not as cacat as ben. haha.. nolah, ben has been really kind to eunice and i lah.. he brought us to makan and stuff. oh ya, finally i got him to belanja me tgi fridays. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying in subang is boring. there's no place to go, nth to do, no internet connection, a worst of all, no tv!!! i mean, got la, but the reception is so terrible.. how to watch my 9.30pm show lah like that? oh ya, i guess my blog this year will not have any photos.. cuz no comp lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kay kay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116791071432665152?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116791071432665152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116791071432665152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116791071432665152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116791071432665152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116770417127879423</id><published>2007-01-02T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:16:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new life, new beginning</title><content type='html'>was browing through some photos taken in 2004-2006, and it brought back so many sweet memories. aww... it was as if yesterday was the first day i entered skyline, joined the worship team, joined the media team, became cell leader etc.. and now, i'm about to start this new phase of my life. for me, 2007 will be a start for a lot of things, and i guess i'm pretty excited about embarking this journey. hopefully, this year and the years ahead will be something i can look back with such fondness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that, i shall leave you with some of the photos i took 3 years ago..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/647865/IMG_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/966790/IMG_0155.jpg" alt="" 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;treasure hunt, 2004.  (crystal, this pic is especially for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/707457/IMG_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/30852/IMG_0160.jpg" alt="" 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;first time at timbua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/143436/102_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/514991/102_0280.jpg" alt="" 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;playing gestures at leaders' retreat, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/630226/109_0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/640667/109_0964.jpg" alt="" 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;me and grace at PS05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/683937/group%20photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/12288/group%20photo.jpg" alt="" 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;first UQ worship team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/939716/PASSION2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/577016/PASSION2.jpg" alt="" 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;passion rally, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/764120/shooting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/856756/shooting1.jpg" alt="" 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;during Mothers' Day shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/691574/MH_camp2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/227377/MH_camp2004.jpg" alt="" 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;Mission HimPossible, youth camp 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/157175/103_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/172389/103_0399.jpg" alt="" 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;me and mei wei at eo6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/352008/110_1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/547762/110_1017.jpg" alt="" 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;guess whose nostrils are these? gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/714528/104_0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/930324/104_0426.jpg" alt="" 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;last time hanging out before crystal leaves for HK and me for KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/160812/104_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/992206/104_0438.jpg" alt="" 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;to the island in a ferry, with the wildfires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/860112/IMG05186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/726286/IMG05186.jpg" alt="" 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;Catch The B.U.S, youth camp 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/83158/103_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/847280/103_0371.jpg" alt="" 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;the reporters of skyline.. church camp 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/662601/103_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/711221/103_0378.jpg" alt="" 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;eleni thinks he's cute.. (wait a sec, is he picking his nose?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/672172/103_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/558723/103_0377.jpg" alt="" 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;...but i think this is better =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/685969/110_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/284562/110_1025.jpg" alt="" 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;and finally, the photo of the day! hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116770417127879423?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116770417127879423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116770417127879423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116770417127879423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116770417127879423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-life-new-beginning.html' title='New year, new life, new beginning'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116755737130283899</id><published>2006-12-31T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:29:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today..</title><content type='html'>i attended sib kl. it was alright, but i miss skyline la. i miss seeing ps phillip jumping up and down, i miss chat-time, i miss being greeted by uncle kang and friends, i miss the media team, i miss hanging out with friends i'm close to... well, there's a lot of things i miss. i guess u'll be hearing alot of 'i miss's for the next few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll probably take some time for me to settle down. am still trying to figure out how to get from one place to another. finding transportation to church is another thing i have to figure out. hmm...how nice if i have chauffeur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, HAPPY SWEET 16, ESTHER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/94804/104_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/155556/104_0449.jpg" alt="" 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;hope u have a wonderful one! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116755737130283899?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116755737130283899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116755737130283899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116755737130283899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116755737130283899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/12/today.html' title='today..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116744564478039103</id><published>2006-12-30T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:27:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>took off and landed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/1600/634149/plane%20landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3131/986/320/222730/plane%20landing.jpg" alt="" 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;well, here i am in kl. it's still a lil early to say how i feel right now, but, i'm starting to miss kk. i miss my room, my friends, my parents and oh, my bathroom! if you havent know, i am especially particular with bathrooms. you cant imagine how disgusted i was at the bathroom my bro is sharing a korean guy. there was a lot of orangey stuff sticking to the sink, the floor was covered with brownish stuff and some more got slimey stuff on the floor wan. my bro went off for 2 weeks+ and the toilet becomes like this. some more the korean fella never cleans the toilet. how can?!! so last night, my bro and i washed the toilet la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: never marry a korean guy. apparently, it's a culture that the korean guys dont do house chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, the roads and areas here are ever confusing! i cant even direct benji to the condo when he picked felix and i up for dinner. it's like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben:"what landmarks do u see?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "i see a menara axis"&lt;br /&gt;ben: "what else?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "err...buildings! ...and more buildings"&lt;br /&gt;ben : "i'm lost!"&lt;br /&gt;me : "so am i!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, probably that wasnt the exact words but yeah, that was the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. tune in next time for more uh, adventures??ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116744564478039103?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116744564478039103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116744564478039103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116744564478039103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116744564478039103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/12/took-off-and-landed.html' title='took off and landed!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116705628393780730</id><published>2006-12-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:18:03.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas everyone!</title><content type='html'>have not been updating for quite a while because i've been busy packing for kl and preparing for christmas lar.. mmm,today was alright. after service, went out for lunch at little italy with a bunch of people. and then, went grocery shopping with sharon and janice for the media camp. gosh, i was so looking forward to the camp in mamutik island until mum dropped the bomb on me. she wouldnt allow me to go because of various reasons lah. sometimes, i dunnno whether to laugh or get frustrated at her comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, hope they have lots and lots of fun at the camp.&lt;br /&gt;at the mean time, i gotta think of how to entertain myself tmr when the peeps are at the island...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116705628393780730?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116607148104541806</id><published>2006-12-14T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:44:41.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uec results out!</title><content type='html'>...and mine was crappy like dunno what. i expected some to be better but it didnt turned out as i expected. haih... but then, i passed my chinese!! ahah.. oh, and one more thing, i came out one of the top 9 students in english. i was so surprised... cuz i dont consider my england that good wat.. all glory to God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kih kih kihh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116607148104541806?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116594683893997916</id><published>2006-12-13T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T02:07:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disconnected?</title><content type='html'>lately, i felt a little disconnected with the youth. sometimes, i dont feel part of the bunch i used to always hang out with. i feel left out, even.  it's nobody's fault, really. it's just that, both side didnt take the time to catch up on one another. i've concluded that friendship IS really like a plant, cuz it needs time, effort and even money in order to bloom. for a plant, u need to water it everyday, buy fertilizer, make sure it gets enough nutrients... then only the plant can grow properly. so, same goes to a friendship. time and money needs to be invested. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i'm having so much fun with the media team. evething feels like old times again, with janice and sharon back in kk. it's like, everyday i'm laughing till my sides ache. meanwhile, i'll be learning editing before i leave for kl. yayness.. oh, cant wait for the media team camping trip too.. sharon and i got so excited when we saw eric's bunsen burner. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116594683893997916?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116594683893997916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116594683893997916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116594683893997916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116594683893997916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/12/disconnected.html' title='disconnected?'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116529347583756640</id><published>2006-12-05T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:37:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm free!!</title><content type='html'>i finished spm yesterday! yippee.. and it feels so good to have nothing to do.  but then, cannot let my time go wasted also lar.. need to plan what to do with my time. and it'll definitely involve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;korean drama series (yea, i'm a sucker when it comes to that. kih kih kihh)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;catching up with friends&lt;br /&gt;&gt;getting ready for kl&lt;br /&gt;&gt;media stuff? (hmm,i promised to do a video before i leave and i still havent got an idea. )&lt;br /&gt;&gt;spending more time with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;got nth to say for now. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116529347583756640?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116529347583756640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116529347583756640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116529347583756640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116529347583756640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-free.html' title='i&apos;m free!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116496469530647518</id><published>2006-12-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:18:15.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week...</title><content type='html'>...has been exhausting, i K.O-ed after my chemistry paper. but God has been very good to me. more on that after my exams. right now, i have 1 more paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown till freedom : 2 days 22 hours and 10 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116496469530647518?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116496469530647518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116496469530647518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116496469530647518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116496469530647518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-week.html' title='This week...'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116443084979972079</id><published>2006-11-25T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:20:59.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont understand it!!!</title><content type='html'>yesterday, my invigilator said the most incomprehendsible statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kamu boleh bincang tetapi jangan bising sangat."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can discuss but lower down your voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u can imagine after that, the whole class was "discussing" the questions. this is not the first time, but it has also happened in other classes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand it. why? why is he so..'nice' to us? is he really trying to so called, 'help' us? or is he trying to get us in trouble? cuz you see, if the examiner finds out that our answers are the same, the &lt;em&gt;whole &lt;/em&gt;school will not have a grade for that particular subject. even if the invigilator was really trying to 'help' us, this is not right. it's just not fair to us who studied so hard, and see others getting the same grade without trying &lt;em&gt;at all!&lt;/em&gt; it's just not fair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what's gonna happen if i report it to our dean of studies. what if the head of all the invigilators didnt know about this and after that reports our school for cheating? this will also affect our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i gonna do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, has this happened in other schools?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116443084979972079?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116443084979972079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116443084979972079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116443084979972079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116443084979972079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-understand-it.html' title='I dont understand it!!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116394229615102838</id><published>2006-11-19T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:23:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come...</title><content type='html'>yea, spm's finally starting tmr. (my chinese paper doesnt count lah.. screw that.) i've done all i could to revise and now, i can only leave things into God's hands. looking back, He has not failed me when it comes to exams, and i know that His grace has pulled me through. and so, i'm off from blogging for 2 weeks. you know, 'two more weeks' seemed to be my fav phrase for the past few days. some of the typical conversations would be like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh?finished exams oredi lah?"&lt;br /&gt;"no.. 2 more weeks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can u help out with...? are you free?"&lt;br /&gt;"nope. but u can call me for anything after 2 more weeks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gosh, i have not watched a movie since forever!"&lt;br /&gt;"we'll have a movie marathon after 2 more weeks la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks, 2 more weeks, 2 more weeks. i cant wait. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the encouragement and sms-es, u know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;and for the phone calls, i appreciate it, especially the one who prayed over the phone for me, i so didnt expect it. ahaha.. thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la, back to my books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116394229615102838?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116394229615102838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116394229615102838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116394229615102838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116394229615102838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come...'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116359391963839904</id><published>2006-11-15T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:31:59.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down, 10 to go</title><content type='html'>i just finished my chinese paper today, and i just wanna say.. wooohoooooo!! from today onwards, never again do i want to see another chinese character. hehehe.. cant believe this long awaited day has finally come. but then, i do admit chinese do come in handy when ordering food.. at least it wont be like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ni yao he shen me?" (wat do u want to drink?)&lt;br /&gt;"wa tan hor!"  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;last week in school had been busy with stuff like, school fees to settle, rehearsals for graduation n books to sell. and the best part is, i'm keeping the money! haha... dont know why i get so excited when it comes to money. anyway, i managed to collect over rm200, which is quite alot compared to others, and i thank God for showing me to the right people. people just came up to me wanting to buy my books and so, i sold all my books waaaay before my classmates did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, i'm just kiasu. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116359391963839904?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116359391963839904/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116253251145742547</id><published>2006-11-03T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:55:06.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/hourglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/hourglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/time.0.jpg"&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;2 more weeks to exams and i havent not finished up to half of my syllabus. uh-oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116253251145742547?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116253251145742547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116253251145742547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116253251145742547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116253251145742547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/11/running-out-of-time.html' title='Running out of time'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-116124623948371363</id><published>2006-10-19T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:06:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with UEC</title><content type='html'>I cant believe it, i can finally kiss UEC goodbye!! woohoo!! *turn cartwheels*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i should start preparing for spm now, i want to score 10As. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gtg. i'm so sorry this post is extremely short, but i cant help it. internet connection at home is down, so had to go to the cyber cafe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-116124623948371363?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/116124623948371363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=116124623948371363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116124623948371363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/116124623948371363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/10/done-with-uec.html' title='Done with UEC'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115980292438035172</id><published>2006-10-02T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:28:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down, 2 more to go</title><content type='html'>i just finished my school finals exams (uec mock) last week. i know, i know, i've been talking too much about exams, but then right now it seems like my life only revolves around exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, finals &lt;s&gt;sucked&lt;/s&gt; was horrible. even on the first day of exam, my mind felt completely blank. most of the time, i had little or nothing to write. especially for maths, i just sat there feeling frustrated, not knowing how to answer, and my classmates were writing away like anything, pages and pages of them. okay, maybe just a fraction of my classmates. and the rest who are as clueless as me, &lt;strong&gt;THEY CHEATED!&lt;/strong&gt; you cant imagine how i felt that time. it was bad enough that i couldnt answer the questions, but watching slips of paper being passed around aint fun. some more ah, some people was so daring to ask answers from me. hah! u wished. but somehow, i know God will honour me. and that was the only consolation i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i have never been good at screwing up. thinking back, my school life had been quite smooth sailing. no need to study much also can aced in it. that was then. but now in my final year, some things just went from bad to worse. i used to be the top when it came to maths. but now, i'm one of the last when it comes to numbers. same goes to certain subjects. now i know what failure meant, and i also got a taste of what it feels like when other people gloat over your defeat. man, &lt;strong&gt;those people suck big time!&lt;/strong&gt; i dont know what happened along the way. maybe i was too sure of myself and began slacking. maybe i have been too caught up with activities. i dont know. but one thing for sure, i am not going to let myself screw up again next year. yes, yes, i've learnt my lesson. i shall not take things for granted anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the mean time, i shall focus only on spm. &lt;s&gt;screw uec&lt;/s&gt;. i cant be bothered about uec anymore. at least, if i score in spm, can go for scholarships. nyehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 more month till graduation. wheeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crystal&lt;/strong&gt; : i know you're stressed about exams right now. trust me, i know how it feels like to not know anything when it comes to certain subjects, or, you just feel like going to sleep and never wake up again. but know that God is always faithful. just hang on to Him, and He'll pull you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt; : hey, havent talked to u in awhile. exams in 2-3 weeks time, huh? well, keep in mind that u can do all things in Christ, ya? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angie n esther&lt;/strong&gt; : u two can do well in exams wan la.. =) we'll keep each other in prayer, kie? *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115980292438035172?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115980292438035172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115980292438035172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115980292438035172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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find the time. life has been crazy for the past few weeks and i've been trying hard to keep my head. i cant believe exams is just 2 weeks away. 2 weeks!! and that's when 2 month long of exams begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i'll make it. why? cause with God, i can, that's why. just remember me in your prayers, k?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm taking a break from blogging for a while, at least till i'm done with my uec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i go, i'll just post something bout the e06 conference. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the conference hasnt been what i expected. oh u know, the 'oohh, revelation, whole-life-changed' kinda experience. but God did speak to me on a few issues. so that's good enough, i guess. what really impacted me was the spirit of excellence the people there portrayed. and from there, i did pick up a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut a long story short, it was awesome. and i met some pretty awesome people too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the pics from the kl trip another day.&lt;br /&gt;till then, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115816679966585753?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115816679966585753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115816679966585753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115816679966585753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115816679966585753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-taking-break.html' title='i&apos;m taking a break'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115590999672475763</id><published>2006-08-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:06:36.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>last week has been a complete hell for me. with only 3-4 hours of sleep per night, i had to cover almost the whole spm syllabus in one week. it amazes me how much i can actually read in a week. but i tell, it aint no fun thing to do. my daily routine consists of: wake up in the morning, go sit for exams, come home and cram one whole textbook, then sleep. it's exhauting. by the time i finished all my papers, my brain felt like it weigh a gazillion tonnes of bricks. yeah, considering how much stuff i've cramed up my brain. i am so not looking forward to the next exam:UEC. it's twice as hard and has twice more stuff to remember. fuh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had a horrific visit to the doctor yesterday cause i have nose allergies. apparantly, this ENT specialist is also an egyptian. so first he stuck a pair of tweezers up my nose and pry my nostril open, but that's still considered okay. then he sprayed so much nasal spray up my nose that most of it got into my mouth and went down my throat, and it made my tongue so numb after that. the worst was when he took he torch which is the size of a pen, but longer. i thought at first he was just gonna shine it up my nose but oh no, i was wrong.  he stuck it in so deep up my nostril as if he was trying to look down my intestines. i'm no kidding. it hurt so bad that tears was coming out of my eyes, and i thought he was gonna mummify me. you know, like when the ancient egyptians take out the intestines of the corpse through the nose. gross. but really, what kind of person who sticks his torch up other's noses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cant wait to go to kl next week. more on that when i get home. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115590999672475763?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115590999672475763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115590999672475763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115590999672475763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115590999672475763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115330229383188279</id><published>2006-07-19T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:56:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of updates guys. have been so, so, so busy the past week or so. i wont be blogging much either from now on, well not until i'm done with all my exams.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i wish time would past by faster. i'm so sick of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, raymond got 2nd place in some drum competition last saturday. as i watched him play, i cant believe how much he has improved on his drumming skills. he's been playing for only 2-3 years and yet he's already so good, some more he put the other participants to shame. he has a thing for speed, and he can do those Mike Portnoy stuff, like throwing the sticks in the air and catching it in time kinda thing. boy, i felt so proud of him when i saw him play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i on the other hand... well, let's just say i have no motivation to practise drums. maybe i'm not that keen anymore, or maybe i was just lazy. plus with all those test every single week, i just dont have the luxury of time to do whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115330229383188279?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115330229383188279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115330229383188279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115330229383188279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115330229383188279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/07/rants.html' title='rants'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115294585323676223</id><published>2006-07-15T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:44:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the countdown..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; till  mock exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; till  UEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; till  SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaarrrgghh!!&lt;br /&gt;Somebody shoot me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115294585323676223?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115294585323676223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115294585323676223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115294585323676223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115294585323676223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/07/countdown.html' title='the countdown..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115124060349083811</id><published>2006-06-25T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:57:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. Don't read the questions before you write, and tag 5 people to do this survey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.Felix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.Crystal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.Frances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.Nadia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.Eunice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.Jessica Lien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.Nathaniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.Benji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.David Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.Eleni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11.Addie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.Christabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13.Joann Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. Kenneth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15.Timothy Tang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16.Hannah Tang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17.Cynthia Chong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18.Peter Fred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19.Eric Foo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20.Janice Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/strong&gt; In school, then we ended up in the same church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you have never met 1?-&lt;/strong&gt; *GASP!!* I really dont know what I'll do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?-&lt;/strong&gt; *starts laughing hysterically* no way man! Janice has a boyfriend already lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever like 19?-&lt;/strong&gt; no lah you crazy ah?!?! he's like a big bro lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?-&lt;/strong&gt; no, even if they're lesbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 3.-&lt;/strong&gt; She's an old granny who is can make you go deaf with her piercing shrieks. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?-&lt;/strong&gt; He claims that he is. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about 7:-&lt;/strong&gt; well, you can never get bored with him around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?-&lt;/strong&gt;you mean like her parents and 6 other siblings? yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 18's favourite?-&lt;/strong&gt; I shall assume 'favourite' as 'favourite phrase' as well. It's either "Shut up~" or "I'm secure, you know." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 11 confesses that he/she likes you?-&lt;/strong&gt; Why, thank you!! But honestly, I would prefer older guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 9 going out with?-&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea. I shall ask him when I see him in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16 now?-&lt;/strong&gt; 19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/strong&gt; Just this afternoon. We were having some kind of training with Daniel Tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's 2's favourite band/singer?-&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not sure.. but she sure does like Planetshakers n United Live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 4?-&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. umm..nah~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 7?-&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... I might..if he feels the same way.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 15 single?-&lt;/strong&gt; I dont know...but I think he's in a relationship now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 10's last name?-&lt;/strong&gt; Krishnan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?-&lt;/strong&gt;nope. I told you, I prefer older guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which school does 3 go to?-&lt;/strong&gt; UWA, Perth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?-&lt;/strong&gt;KK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?-&lt;/strong&gt;Her laugh. It's contagious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I TAG: [gee..I dont know]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joanna Hiew (yes,you!! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esther&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vincent?? (oi.. go update your blog lah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115124060349083811?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115124060349083811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115124060349083811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115124060349083811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115124060349083811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115096662500638108</id><published>2006-06-22T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:12:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*burp</title><content type='html'>We had dinner with Vincent again on Tuesday night. This time, we went to Ocean Seafood Village, the place where they let you select your seafood by the fishtanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/103_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/103_0336.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mmm.. dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/103_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/103_0340.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the dishes we had was slipper prawns. It's a kind of prawn that looks like some squashed lobster cooked with this buttery-cheesy-creamy sauce. Mmm...pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/103_0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/103_0341.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at all the yellow stuff... Fattening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good, so was the fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/103_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/103_0342.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bernice is happy cuz she's taller than Vincent...NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute. How come I look so chubby wan? Must be the prawns.. Oh noo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will miss this fella when he leaves, cuz I wont have any more excuses for dad to bring us out for dinner. :D Well, will have to wait till Felix comes back.. kekekke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115096662500638108?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115096662500638108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115096662500638108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115096662500638108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115096662500638108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/06/burp.html' title='*burp'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115088048931674045</id><published>2006-06-21T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:01:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of metal bibles and magnets.</title><content type='html'>Here's something i did with my metal bible and magnets. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b1.3.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You for the Cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b2.2.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For taking me out of the darkness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b3.2.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and for bringing me out into the Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b4.2.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For rescuing me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b5.2.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..and setting my feet on solid rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b6.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b6.4.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For giving me friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b7.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b7.8.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and putting me in Your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b8.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b8.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b8.12.jpg"&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For being someone I can look up to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b9.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b9.2.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and hang on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b10.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b10.2.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For all You've done and yet to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's something for everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you spot Eleni's milkman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star will be given to those who got it right.haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/b11.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/b11.1.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please feel free to comment on this post. :o)&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/11920878-115088048931674045?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115088048931674045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115088048931674045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115088048931674045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115088048931674045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-metal-bibles-and-magnets.html' title='Of metal bibles and magnets.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115037987197328971</id><published>2006-06-15T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:57:51.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply hilarious!!</title><content type='html'>for those of you who dont read kennysia.com, go check out his most recent post &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/06/how_to_make_you.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. it's simply hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was in Nadia's place this afternoon helping out in some shooting. It was pretty good, managed to finish in 1 hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we'll probably call it the &lt;strong&gt;BerNana Production. &lt;/strong&gt;haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115037987197328971?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115037987197328971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115037987197328971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115037987197328971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115037987197328971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/06/simply-hilarious.html' title='simply hilarious!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115001671795462185</id><published>2006-06-11T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:58:31.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People: Ps. Tim and Vincent</title><content type='html'>Felix! you've got to see this... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever met two people who looks alike? well i havent until i met Ps Tim and Vincent. i dont know if those two agree with me or not, but everyone who has seen them agrees with me. you should have just seen the faces of the people around when we put those two together. everyone were like gasping or something.&lt;br /&gt;*inserts an Eleni here*&lt;br /&gt;even my dad also loh when i showed him the pic i took... haha...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, Isaac, the fella who came with Ps. Tim, said that Vincent smelt like him too. haha.. that was just hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what they look like: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/103_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/103_0307.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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont u think they just look so alike?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;They're almost the same height too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Vincent, i was just playing with you when i said that you were shorter. Dont be angry ya?? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you guys another pic that looks even more alike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/103_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/103_0308.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's my favourite. they look so funny in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i took one with them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/103_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/103_0310.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I'm standing between two brothers. One looks like those big koko and the other looks like those cheeky lil bros. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides them being physically alike, i've noticed that they're quite similar on the inside as well. [oh btw, they do talk alike too] they are two really great guys, really, the nicest ones i've met.&lt;br /&gt;they've got big hearts, they're humble, and you know, you really can learn alot from them. i'm glad that i've got to know these two people, even though it was only for a short period of time. they've really taught me alot. thanks, guys! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the picture quality. i dont have a good camera. anyone wanna get me one for Christmas???  *BIG GRIN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115001671795462185?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115001671795462185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115001671795462185' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115001671795462185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115001671795462185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-ps-tim-and-vincent.html' title='People: Ps. Tim and Vincent'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-115001357776414221</id><published>2006-06-11T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:12:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp + UQ</title><content type='html'>we had our youth camp few days ago, from the 7th to the 9th and then on the 9th itself, we continued on with UQ (one whole night of worship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i thought this was just gonna be some syok sendiri camp and then everyone's gonna forget what they learnt after the camp. i couldnt even understand Ps Tim's sermon the last time he came and so, i was abit reluctant to go. but somehow on the way to the camp site, i just knew something great was gonna happen. before that, God has already opened a few doors for me to go and btw, some bridge on the way to Bongawan collapsed. talk about some spiritual attack huh? the devil probably wont even bother about us if nothing great was gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. about the camp.&lt;br /&gt;oh man!! this just has to be the best camp i ever attended. Ps Tim's sermons just gave to a whole new perspective on stuff. it's just really mind-blowing! i definitely learnt alot from camp, and God was also so there during the camp!! we even had this one session where everyone was quiet before the Lord and worshipping Him and all that.. it felt so, so good to just rest in the presence of God. He just gave me the reassurance that i needed. not to mention that God really has dealt with me about all the issues which have been bothering me. i felt so.. realeased. and even after the camp, i would wake up in the morning feeling so energized and ready to take on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, bout UQ. this was also the best UQ ever!! although the number of people who came wasnt as big as all the previous ones, i felt the presence of God was just so dense in that place. it was awesome!! and then at first, i was getting really nervous cause i was playing, but God guided my fingers and it was pretty smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was my brief experience during the camp. will post photos once i've got all the photos together. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-115001357776414221?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/115001357776414221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=115001357776414221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115001357776414221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/115001357776414221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/06/camp-uq.html' title='Camp + UQ'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114909183682387596</id><published>2006-05-31T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:10:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooohhh~~</title><content type='html'>dad got me a new pair of shoes today. wheee~~ i didnt even ask for it. he just offered cuz the ones i'm wearing are starting to wear out. thanks, dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/102_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/102_0263.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, babey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/102_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/102_0267.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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..thou art so pretty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/102_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/102_0270.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/102_0271.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/102_0271.0.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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow, i should be paid for advertising lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay... enough about my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've been requested by benji to say something in my blog. so here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benji is liang zhai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy now? haha... gee, i should be paid for this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wazzat? who's benji?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/weirdos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/weirdos2.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;the joker in pink trousers lah! haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114909183682387596?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114909183682387596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114909183682387596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114909183682387596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114909183682387596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/05/oooohhh.html' title='oooohhh~~'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114622708670680971</id><published>2006-04-28T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:24:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last!</title><content type='html'>i have finally been given permission to drive &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;! hehehe... well actually, mum didnt have a choice. she's going away to kiansom for the weekend and she needed someone to send her to church. so yeah, i drove to town this afternoon. i was literally grinning from ear to ear after i dropped mum off. hopefully i'll be able to take the car tomorrow to youth cuz... mum's not home! nyahaha..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114622708670680971?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114622708670680971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114622708670680971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114622708670680971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114622708670680971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-last.html' title='at last!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114612889286226675</id><published>2006-04-27T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:08:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged. again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;List down 5 unknown facts about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1.i used to hate being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;2.i cant stand the sight of blood. [lots of 'em i mean]&lt;br /&gt;3.i will not drink coffee unless it's hazel nut coffee or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;4.i have no liking for ah-bengs and ah-lians.&lt;br /&gt;5.i can shop for hours and hours and hours if i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List down 5 known facts about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1.i carry books around. [not that i like it, i just cant help it. call me anything u want, i dont care! hah!]&lt;br /&gt;2.i love mixing my Mcdonalds french fries with ketchup and sundae.&lt;br /&gt;3.i am the nicest prefect on earth!!&lt;br /&gt;4.i can drive!!&lt;br /&gt;5.i am setia kepada yang Satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Tag 3 People!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.felix&lt;br /&gt;2.johanna&lt;br /&gt;3.crystal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114612889286226675?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114612889286226675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114612889286226675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114612889286226675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114612889286226675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged-again.html' title='tagged. again.'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114612732495104944</id><published>2006-04-27T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:42:04.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Four jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1) chasing students round the school during recess. [btw, i just retired today! haha!]&lt;br /&gt;2) working for Eric Foo. [thumbs up!! bcuz of good food, good time AND big ang-pau =p]&lt;br /&gt;3) ang-mo stalker&lt;br /&gt;4) ladybug molester/abuser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I can watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1) white chicks&lt;br /&gt;2) the chronicles of narnia&lt;br /&gt;3) the sisterhood of the traveling pants&lt;br /&gt;4) a walk to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1) kk&lt;br /&gt;2) sabah&lt;br /&gt;3) malaysia&lt;br /&gt;4) earth&lt;br /&gt;[i've never moved, ok??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1) who's line is it anyway&lt;br /&gt;2) spongebob squarepants&lt;br /&gt;3) my wife and kids&lt;br /&gt;4) uh..cant think dy. i dont watch much tv nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1) people's blogs&lt;br /&gt;2) mail&lt;br /&gt;3) friendster&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.letsstalkangmos.com"&gt;www.letsstalkangmos.com&lt;/a&gt; [hahaha...just kidding!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1) mom's chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;2) coffee bean's cheese cake&lt;br /&gt;3) evething on the menu of little italy&lt;br /&gt;4) bah kut teh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be:&lt;br /&gt;1) kl!&lt;br /&gt;2) perth!!!! [2 more years to go.. hopefully]&lt;br /&gt;3) hong kong&lt;br /&gt;4) singapore [shopping heaven!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four bloggers I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;1) johanna&lt;br /&gt;2) esther&lt;br /&gt;3) angela&lt;br /&gt;4) crystal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114612732495104944?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114612732495104944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114612732495104944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114612732495104944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114612732495104944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114604350528989320</id><published>2006-04-26T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:25:05.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a record!!</title><content type='html'>i have not been online for 2 weeks now and that's a record. every week has been a crazy week. i cant wait till i get out of this mad school in november. it's crazy, i tell you. we have teachers like Mr Lai who purposely makes our lives miserable. it's true! he even told us that he hates us, and he now gives us tests &lt;em&gt;every week. &lt;/em&gt;the craziest thing he has done so far is to give us only one week to prepare for the whole spm syllabus, which is the spm maths and spm add. maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, the trip to Timbua last week was awsome. God was moving in there. a few of them even fell when they were prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, this trip made me feel nostalgic about the previous one. back then, we had people like sharon, ben, nat and frances with us. as the video on the previous trip was screened to the people in timbua, i cant help but remember all the good times. i missed going crazy with sharon on top of the sun roof. how we were singing the school anthem on top of our lungs. i missed eating chicken buttocks with ben at the pasar on the way to ranau. i missed singing with nat. i missed frances' high pitched screams. i missed those times, a lot. *sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, peter chu a.k.a pikachu is a VERY dangerous driver. those in the car with me were clinging to our dear lives when he drove. it's scary, i tell you.  scrary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114604350528989320?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114604350528989320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114604350528989320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114604350528989320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114604350528989320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-record.html' title='it&apos;s a record!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114379897092427252</id><published>2006-03-31T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:02:41.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!</title><content type='html'>this year's birthday had been one of the best, despite that lousy test Mr. Lai gave us. so far, i only received a bar of soap [gee, someone must have thought that i smelled??] but my day had been full of surprises. i had someone sing to me a very out of tune bday song, classmates getting me a cake and other unexpected surprises from some other people like...specky guy! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus! a few people owe me dinner.. *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord, for bringing these people into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, someone &lt;strong&gt;dared&lt;/strong&gt; to forget my bday hor...&lt;br /&gt;and so, i shall abuse his ladybug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/bubu1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/bubu1.0.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;...like this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/abuseedit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/abuseedit2.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;strong&gt;Feel my wrath!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/bubu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/bubu2.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;kekekeke... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114379897092427252?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114379897092427252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114379897092427252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114379897092427252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114379897092427252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114336716309164376</id><published>2006-03-26T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:34:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag! you're it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The tagged must come up with 10 different points of their perfect other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Need to mention gender of target.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea of the perfect guy would be someone who :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. loves God more than he loves himself. not just any christian guys, but &lt;em&gt;strong&lt;/em&gt; christian guys. any less than that, i'm not interested. preferably someone who serves in church too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. able to support the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. decent looking, at least. definitely not like the one from 'Napoleon Dynamite'. i wouldnt mind a Webber look-alike tho.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. full of surprises. u know, like u cant predect what's up his sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my best friend. someone whom i can share everything with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. preferably a musician. i dont mean those guys who only take up guitar to impress gals. those are turn-offs for me. oh, oh! i will die [not literally lah!!] if he has a sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. fun. i mean, nobody likes boring guys right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.talented. take note, guys. i did a survey [sort of] and i found out that if given a choice, girls would go for talented guys rather than good looking ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. commited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. loves kids. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. supportive. encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status : still waiting for God to bring the one into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tag Esther, Angela and Eric Foo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114336716309164376?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114336716309164376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114336716309164376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114336716309164376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114336716309164376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/03/tag-youre-it.html' title='tag! you&apos;re it!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114302210052998841</id><published>2006-03-22T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:08:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God inspired</title><content type='html'>the past one week had not been an easy one. why, you ask? because our youth group had a photography competition and with me being so kiasu and always wanting to win, of course i stressed myself out lah. serve me right hor? but then, it's worth it, cuz my cell won ourselves a good dinner. [yay, food!! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, about the competition, each cell group was supposed to portray James 1 in photos. so at first, nobody had a clue what to do. the ideas were kinda lame and just cannot be used. even after the brainstorming sessions, i felt that somehow things just didnt connect to each other and the transitions were just sort of weird. then all of a sudden i just knew what to do. i dunno how it happened, but i think God has just dropped some brilliant ideas into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the production and post production part, it was smooth.we did a short movie clip and i managed to finish editing in just 1 day, though normally it'll take me a few days. what was even more amazing was how well everything fitted in when we added the audio in the end. esther and i were all, 'whoa!' when we watched it for the first time. it was perfect timing. deep down i thanked God cuz i didnt have to make any major adjustments as time was really running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my cell, i am proud of them. i just realized how supportive they were, especially raymond. i'm glad we've bonded a little more through this competition. yeaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not the end yet. on sunday, someone actually came up to me and told me how encouraged she was after watching the clip. inside, i thanked God once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's next after this? i dunno. so far, eric yu has shown the clip to the Wildfire, rebecca will be showing it to the Ablaze group and unc john wants to show it to pastor. for me, i dunno what to say. i'm just thrilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114302210052998841?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114302210052998841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114302210052998841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114302210052998841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114302210052998841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-inspired.html' title='God inspired'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114252128799641253</id><published>2006-03-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:06:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me happy!!</title><content type='html'>as some know, me is turning 18 on the 30march, which is exactly in 2 weeks time. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. here are ways to make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. treat me to a good makan.&lt;br /&gt;2. gimme a big bag of those mouth watering famous amos cookies.&lt;br /&gt;3. a bag of gummy candies? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;4. a nice big bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;5. tell me u love me!!&lt;br /&gt;6. a phone call. [i'm hinting those not in kk... hehe..]&lt;br /&gt;7. haiya, just ask me wat i want lah..&lt;br /&gt;8. all the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it doesnt matter what it is cuz it's the thought that matters, right? as long as i'm being remembered, i'm perfectly contented. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114252128799641253?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114252128799641253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114252128799641253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114252128799641253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114252128799641253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/03/make-me-happy.html' title='make me happy!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114240876385501432</id><published>2006-03-15T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:46:03.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress free week</title><content type='html'>exams just ended last week. man, it was TOUGH!! at first i thought that things would be pretty easy since i was exempted to sit for my chinese and moral paper. [that's another story tho.. &gt;&lt;] but i was so wrong. all the papers except for English and EST were damn hard. darn..i had such high hopes in scoring my Physics paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let's not talk about exams.&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, why am i feeling so excited already? *rubs hands gleefully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually, i dont any specific plans for the hols except for extra classes. [eh, i am not a nerd, ok!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so far, i've slept over at esther's place with angela. all i can say is, it was just really fun to hang out with my 2 best buddies, even if we were just talking, watching movies and eating junk. oh yeah, esther's parents were out-station that time, which meant that we had the whole house to ourselves. *evil grin* but dont worry. we didnt burn down the house or anything, though i was quite tempted to try out something.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i going to do for the rest of the hols?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. probably abit of shopping, go watch movies, finish up some photography project, relax..&lt;br /&gt;and with that, my hols are used up already and it's back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does time have to fly that fast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114240876385501432?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114240876385501432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114240876385501432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114240876385501432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114240876385501432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/03/stress-free-week.html' title='stress free week'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114096039665878574</id><published>2006-02-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:26:46.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Sports Day</title><content type='html'>here you go.. photos.. as promised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/bomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/bomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/bomberman.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/bomberman.0.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;our camp.. it's supposed to look like a bomberman when the curtains are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/blu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/blu.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/casao.jpg"&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;our camp. with people.. obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/6h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/6h.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;the 6 other houses..&lt;br /&gt;[ish..the fella in red spoiled my shot lah..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/spon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/spon.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;Spongebob Squarepants - Yellow house's mascot.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure Ben would fit perfectly as the mascot for yellow house. nyehehe.. just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;you cant imagine how funny it was to see spongebob dancing (more like flinging the arms&lt;br /&gt;wildly in the air) with the yellow house dance team. plus the song they used was the theme song for the spongebob cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/chic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/chic.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;this is another creative idea from green house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/mar.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;our marching team. btw, we got first place for marching. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/casao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/casao.0.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;one of our commanders.. casao.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, she was the one who went for driving test (the 1st one i mean) with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/eug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/eug.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;eugene and i. it was us who helped the team adjust to the inconsistent tempo of the band. i literally brought my drumsticks to school to practise with the team. and eugene just kinda uh, instructed them lo. it just has been fun working along with him.. mm-hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/lut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/lut.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;alexandria. our female house captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/orbleen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/orbleen.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;the Orbleen, a combination of Orange, Blue and Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/sha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/sha.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;sharon and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/blu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/blu2.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;blue house, after the results have been announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/me.jpg" width="206" 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;me and my hard earned medal. okok, i know i look like a retard.. but i just got back from sports day + youth meeting la..&lt;br /&gt;btw, do i look 'burnt'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114096039665878574?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114096039665878574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114096039665878574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114096039665878574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114096039665878574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/02/photos-from-sports-day.html' title='Photos from Sports Day'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114016377793299553</id><published>2006-02-17T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:09:37.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of moron writes this kind of crap??!!</title><content type='html'>i got a forwarded email today and it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why boyz shouldnt cheat on girlz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why stupid boys shouldnt cheat on for real. There was once a girl named Ashley who had a boyfriend named Jack. Jack was the most popular guy in school. The three most popular girls were Courtney, ASHLEY, and Emma. Jack thought of Ashley as OKAY, but he REALLy liked Courtney. Courtney liked jack also. Well of course she did, everyone did! Ashley and Courtney were worst enemies. Courtney tried to steal Jack away everytime she had a chance to. One day, Courtney asked Jack if he wanted to go to the movies. Ashley heard everything....what movie theatre and what time. Ashley approached the movies that night and followed Jack and Courtney. Ashley sat right behind them. she watched them get close to each other and kiss....not only kiss, but practically get it on in the theatre. Courtney told jack "Do you want to come to my place and skip this boring movie?" He replied "hell yes." Ashley had peeked through Courtney's window. Jack and her were messing around and Ashley watched the whole thing. The next day at school Ashley wasn't  there.  For the next few days Ashley wasn't there. A week later her mother found her in her closet dead... she commited suicide because she had loved Jack so much. Next to ashley's dead body was a note. A note that read: My dearest Jack, I watched you at the movie and at Courtney's house and I will continue to watch you. I never thought you would do something like this to me. I really loved you jack. &lt;em&gt;I died for you just like Jesus died for us.&lt;/em&gt; Always with you, Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please foward this to more than 15 people or Ashley will haunt you and try to kill you because she wants everyone to know about Courtney. Thank you. Please Scroll Down. ['In loving Memory of'] **Ashley Halagey** What ashley did to one person who did not send this....... One girl was looking through her e-mail and she ['deleted']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what bothered me was not only the lame story, but this line : "I died for you just like Jesus died for us." Goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the author of this crap, &lt;strong&gt;you are a moron. For goodness sake, go read a book or something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let's see if ashley will "haunt me and try to kill me" because i've just deleted that crappy email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114016377793299553?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114016377793299553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114016377793299553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114016377793299553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114016377793299553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-kind-of-moron-writes-this-kind-of.html' title='What kind of moron writes this kind of crap??!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-114008460719574267</id><published>2006-02-16T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:17:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooohhh~~ Blue House!!!</title><content type='html'>the 3 days of Sports Day this year has just &lt;strong&gt;got &lt;/strong&gt;to be the best days of my entire school life. why? because i'm senior 3 already lah, that's why. for those who dont know, sports day in my school is not like any other sports day you see in other schools. our sports day very semangat wan loh.. it's &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;event where u see all the kiasu spirit of the students (especially senior3) come out. i tell you, if your house gets first place, then u guys will get one whole year of bragging rights. well, not really. it's the day you scream yourself hoarse, get your feet sore and your whole body aching. it's the day where you see all your hard work has finally been paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the process had not been an easy one. no one has any idea how much time we've spent on practising the cheerleading dance, drill or even making pom-poms; how many times we've quarelled; how many times we've got frustrated over the kids bcuz they wouldnt cooperate; how many recesses we've sacrifice... but it doesnt matter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we got 2nd place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a sight seeing all the blue house members going wild and jumping like crazy people when the results have been announced, especially when we won &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green house&lt;/span&gt; by 0.5 points. =p&lt;br /&gt;and u think 2nd place is not good??&lt;br /&gt;nonono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our house had the most gold medals.&lt;br /&gt;our house had the most titles in all the different categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the 3 days passed by that quick, with new friendships built, bonds made stronger. though it's quite short, but this is definitely &lt;strong&gt;something i'll remember for life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photos will be posted shortly.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-114008460719574267?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/114008460719574267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=114008460719574267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114008460719574267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/114008460719574267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/02/oooooohhh-blue-house.html' title='Oooooohhh~~ Blue House!!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113992749669269367</id><published>2006-02-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:31:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V Day Special Edition</title><content type='html'>actually, there's nothing special. i'm bluffing only lahh..&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day this year is just like any other day of the year. well of course lah nothing happened today because &lt;strong&gt;sharon&lt;/strong&gt;'s not around. therefore, there's nobody to send roses to my class and of course, no more pranks. [if you still have no idea what i'm talking about, go read last year's post on V. Day in my xanga blog]&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while i was wondering what my other friends are doing on this day, this friend of mine suddenly came up to me and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend : so, later go home sure got flowers lah kan? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;me : huh? flowers?&lt;br /&gt;friend : last year someone sent u flowers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. i wanted to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;strong&gt;i miss sharon lahh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113992749669269367?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113992749669269367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113992749669269367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113992749669269367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113992749669269367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/02/v-day-special-edition.html' title='V Day Special Edition'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113854818714810115</id><published>2006-01-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:23:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out!!</title><content type='html'>what can i say? school life has been really hectic. [i guess i'll be saying this millions of times this year] so you can say that i'm pretty glad to be able to sit back and not do anything for one week. hooray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,  felix's back home for the CNY hols. didnt really do much with him except for him stuffing star-fruit up my nose and me eating his cooking. so for the remaing week, i'm gonna learn as much as i can, from mixing to drumming.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno what else to say.. will say more next time.. [yaaa...i know i always say that..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very prosperous (ahem!) Chinese New Year guys..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113854818714810115?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113854818714810115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113854818714810115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113854818714810115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113854818714810115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/01/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s out!!'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113682511975068218</id><published>2006-01-09T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:45:19.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of school</title><content type='html'>After having endured the first week of school, here's what i concluded :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The disciplinary teachers are mental nutcases!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; A new rule has been made that girls are no longer allowed to use hair clips. So either you cut your front hair into a fringe without exceeding your eyebrows OR you pull your hair back and tie it up. So now the girls [especially the prefects which includes me] look weird and stupid. And as if it wasnt bad enough, the prefects are now required to wear their ties at&lt;strong&gt; all times&lt;/strong&gt;! great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Life in Senior 3 is gonna be horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, the title says it all. School has just started and there are already tonnes of test coming up. Man, i've never studied so hard in my life before. i couldnt even find time to go online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Malay teachers arent so bad after all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My Sejarah teacher is one really cool teacher. I've yet to see any Malay teacher so open about umm, some issues. And, she's this hilarious lady who makes boring history lessons into interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;The school is lacking in fashion sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;When it comes to fashion, the school has completely lost its mind [rather, the teachers]. With the 'yuan qun' and pants pulled up so high above the waist, eww. I mean, come on. What is the school trying to turn us into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113682511975068218?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113682511975068218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113682511975068218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113682511975068218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113682511975068218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-week-of-school.html' title='First week of school'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113682392331796789</id><published>2006-01-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:28:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy</title><content type='html'>Guess what i got today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/baby1.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaps, i got an iPod Shuffle today. not a bad way to start a new year aye? if you ask me, memorising 6 chapters of scriptures wasnt hard at all, just that you need to put in some effort. anyway, big thank you to John, Ai Fuah and Ps. Phillip. i'm pretty much satisfied, though it could have been better if it was a 1G instead of 512MB... just kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is how my Shuffle looks like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/baby2.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i just need to find a casing to put my baby in.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113682392331796789?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113682392331796789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113682392331796789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113682392331796789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113682392331796789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-toy.html' title='My new toy'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113682239007108627</id><published>2006-01-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:59:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>1. have a closer walk with God&lt;br /&gt;2. increase my drumming skills&lt;br /&gt;3. be better in studies, no more slacking off&lt;br /&gt;4. score in UEC and SPM exams&lt;br /&gt;5. build stronger friendships&lt;br /&gt;6. be a better CL  :D&lt;br /&gt;7. stop thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy new year everybody!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113682239007108627?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113682239007108627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113682239007108627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113682239007108627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113682239007108627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113682163887333738</id><published>2005-12-30T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:54:08.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaders' Retreat 27-29 Dec</title><content type='html'>Journey to Kokol Hill was um, terrifying. At least, for me. The roads were pretty muddy, slippery and full of pot holes that we had to frequently get down the car to check if it was okay to pass through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/real%20nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/real%20nick.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oh, lookie me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i was literally clutching my seat everytime we go up a steep hill, half praying that the car would not slip back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessions with Ps. Nick had never been boring of course. He was teaching us about D.I.S.C, which is the 4 different types of personalities. It's amazing how God made each of us so differently, and with that, we make a great team once we understand how each of us function. i, for one, am an 'S'. nyehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was pretty glad in a way when it was time to go home. I'm just that fussy-wussy gal who cannot stand taking cold showers and prefers sleeping in my nice comfy bed rather than my oh-yikes-it-smells-like mosquito-repellent sleeping bag. And of course, the main reason i was so happy going home was because i didnt have to drink anymore unfiltered water. just take 1 look at the filter in my home and you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/nick.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh boy, only God knows what's in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, this retreat was fantastic. i thoroughly enjoyed myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113682163887333738?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113682163887333738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113682163887333738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113682163887333738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113682163887333738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2005/12/leaders-retreat-27-29-dec.html' title='Leaders&apos; Retreat 27-29 Dec'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113527234582173030</id><published>2005-12-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:25:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for christmas is you</title><content type='html'>okay, if you really want to know, i havent been blogging because i have nothing happy to share. in fact, i've been feeling miserable. but no worries, i'll be better soon, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad asked me what i want for christmas today and i just told him i want nothing. yup, i want nothing. i dont mean i dont anything on my wish list, just that i find it so pointless in receiving presents when there's nobody to celebrate christmas with. well, this indeed will be a much quieter christmas, with 2 buddies gone and felix coming back only in january. and you know something else, there aint gonna be any turkey or christmas tree, cuz felix isnt home and there's no place to put the tree. gosh, i kinda envy those going off for holiday during christmas. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, i want to follow eric to kl to watch the christmas musical ah!!! unfortunately, i cant. eeysh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113527234582173030?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113527234582173030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113527234582173030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113527234582173030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113527234582173030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='all i want for christmas is you'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113471366529215940</id><published>2005-12-16T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:14:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>hi.. wont be updating anything until i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113471366529215940?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113471366529215940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113471366529215940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113471366529215940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113471366529215940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113353476561541674</id><published>2005-12-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:46:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;- i just discovered that i have a swollen left eye. hmmph, serve me right for looking at ang-mos. hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i'm still having extra classes. ad. maths classes have ended, but now i have to go for biology classes &lt;strong&gt;every morning&lt;/strong&gt;. just great. and i thought biology classes were on alternate days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i'm starting to like biology a teeny weeny little bit more. well, despite the fact that my teacher can be &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;long winded and boring, she teaches in English!! hah!! finally!! cuz i totally hate it when a teacher starts babbling in mandarin. and, she knows her stuff too.. so that's a bonus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i'm starting to read a lot this hols. yeah, a lot. from novels to textbooks to newspaper to uh, namely anything i find interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- still waiting for my package to arrive.. hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- loving and hating december at the same time. loving it 'cause there's stuff coming up.. stuff to look forward to.. and hating it 'cause the year's coming to an end. imagine waking up every morning &lt;strong&gt;counting&lt;/strong&gt; how many more days left till it's 2006 and dreading every moment of it? dreading the moment when my friends leave, dreading the fact that i'm..left alone? i mean, it's definitely gonna be one very crazy year for me next year and i definitely am &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;gonna like it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont 'cha hate it when reality steps in like that? *sigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113353476561541674?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113353476561541674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113353476561541674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113353476561541674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113353476561541674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff...'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920878.post-113310177936922377</id><published>2005-11-27T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:29:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from PS Conference</title><content type='html'>hmm, i'm pretty much lost for words now. so, i'll just upload photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/sunset.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;sunset in Marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/crowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd. before one of the PS night rallies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/glenn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/glenn.0.jpg" width="240" 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;me and Glenn. very nice guy.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/brian.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/brian.0.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;me and brian. havent seen that fella for some time. but, he's still as comical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/debbiedebbie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/debbiedebbie.0.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/grace%20and%20Bernice.jpg"&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;me and debbie²-'sifu' number1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/grace%20and%20Bernice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/grace%20and%20Bernice.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;me and grace - 'sifu' number2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/reggie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/reggie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and reggie debbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/seeley.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/seeley.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and henry seeley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/1600/webber.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3131/986/320/webber.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and.. *jeng jeng jeng* mike webber.. hahah! gee, i look so small beside him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, got a few more photos to post.. next time la.. c ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113310177936922377?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113310177936922377/comments/default' 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Video Shoot: SkyNews Special Edition. &lt;/strong&gt;this is one crazy, ss edition of SkyNews. it was something about 'searching' for the 'missing' PS team. crystal, kim and i had lotsa fun in the guys' toilet.. nyahaha.. faham-faham la.. oh, and i got the privilege to interview &lt;strong&gt;Mike Webber&lt;/strong&gt;!!! well, some sort of interview la. man, i jumped for joy when i knew that Mike would be interviewed by me. it came as such a surprise. and so, the 'interview' thingy went ok la, since i froze quite a bit. well, what can u expect la? it was first time going live PLUS there was a very good looking ang-mo sitting next to me.. *grin* dunno whether or not i should thank Eric.. but i'm gonna thank him anyway.. so, thanks Eric!! u made my day lah.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. outing with deanna and crystal. &lt;/strong&gt;basically we just met up, have lunch and went bowling. was really fun lah.. too bad angie and esther couldnt join us cuz they had tuition. but nvm, there's always next time! ;) hmm, i managed to get a strike and won the match. nyehehe.. not bad huh, considering it was only the 2nd time i went bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. trip to Beaufort. &lt;/strong&gt;went to visit grandma and grandpa in Beaufort during Hari Raya i think? was really good to see them again. hmm, funny la, when grandpa and grandma were giving directions to get to this particular restaurant. dad had to go round and round Beaufort. now i know how come me and mom sometimes dont have any sense of direction... nyahaha.. it's in the blood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Planet Shakers Conference. &lt;/strong&gt;it was awsome! fantastic! more on that later on... btw, i met Mike Webber during the conference!! haha! finally!! and it wasnt like i went and begged people to let me meet him. people like Glenn and You-Know-Who-You-Are offered to chances to meet him. man, i shall love u forever and a day! haha... honestly, i feel so blessed. even for the past 2 weeks or so, i keep getting free meals... how nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. hang out with Cynthia and Hannah. &lt;/strong&gt;well, my cousin, Cyn's back from Australia. so far, i only went out twice with her. but, it was really really fun lah.. it's like the good old days again, where we could just be the 3 crazy gals again. haha.. somehow, it seems as if the only time i really make the fool out of myself is when i'm with them.. niway, cant wait for the island trip tomorrow.. gonna skip classes for one day.. yippeee!! thanks mom and dad!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's about it.. gonna upload photos soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11920878-113233020035085166?l=drummer-gal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/feeds/113233020035085166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11920878&amp;postID=113233020035085166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113233020035085166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11920878/posts/default/113233020035085166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drummer-gal.blogspot.com/2005/11/happenings.html' title='Happenings..'/><author><name>Berrynice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319342477327561605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oj8FCL4JQQA/SYKO5piqpbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXByXOd5EuQ/S220/n503639919_1144644_4431.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
