<?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-434951435656240855</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:21:35.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft Milk-Soaked Cookies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-5055563099151265231</id><published>2009-07-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:29:20.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the dream ended when the plane landed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-5055563099151265231?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5055563099151265231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=5055563099151265231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/5055563099151265231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/5055563099151265231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/07/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-8718355486368011767</id><published>2009-06-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:17:54.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the time =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the time, God is good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is good... ALL THE TIME! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-8718355486368011767?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8718355486368011767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=8718355486368011767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/8718355486368011767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/8718355486368011767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-time.html' title='all the time =)'/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-191797549935828457</id><published>2009-06-29T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:29:19.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts in the study</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you grumble without realising how much others sacrifice for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-191797549935828457?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/191797549935828457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=191797549935828457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/191797549935828457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/191797549935828457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-in-study.html' title='thoughts in the study'/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-4720905201212373696</id><published>2009-06-29T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:42:54.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;day FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of staying in the study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm getting pimples from wearing the mask xDDD why liddat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;needless to say. be careful talking behind the mask after durian =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-4720905201212373696?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4720905201212373696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=4720905201212373696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/4720905201212373696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/4720905201212373696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-five-of-staying-in-study-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-6283530182312563031</id><published>2009-06-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:08:18.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>milkshake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;not too sure what to talk about ;D so i'll just blabber. i guess that's something like doodling? :D if i slide into incoherence do forgive me, it's something i'm working on xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mm let's see. i've done a number of things on the list i drew up! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;watched Iljimae&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;each episode was heart wrenching!! but it happened for 20 odd episodes xD so after a bit kinda makes you wish for more happy bits. still, the story was goooood, but the actors/and actresses were the ones who held the whole show together =) each played a most important role, somehow each fit their role so superbly well that you wouldn't ever think of replacing them :D:D it'd be different if you did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;work as a waitress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; - imma barista now!! :DDDDD i'd love to master the hot drinks. really shows your skill, as they say =) esp the making of foam. they steam either skim/fresh milk to get the foam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;create pieces of clothing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;- well one apron xD more coming sooooon. also helping as costume designer for rag so EHEHE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;WATCHED COFFEE PRINCE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;my all time favourite korean drama :D really. it's the best. and the plot is so refreshing. AND kudos to the actors/actresses again!!! really =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh no. i've only completed four?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;still have to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;visit muji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) visit ikea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4) readreadread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5) meet up with rsp colleagues =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;buddy date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; D: you mean i've not done this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;EXERCISE =X&lt;/span&gt; and i've got a 10k run coming up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8) GET UP CLOST AND PERSONAL WITH BED!!!! hahaha i've not met my bed in the last month!!! =  three camps back to back and now i'm quarantined in the study. BEDDDDD. at least i've got teddy with me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9) climb mt kinabalu! postponed to next year when the guys can make it xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10) visit eve in msia! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4/10. hmm not TOO bad.. i think, but haha definitely needs an improvement =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;camps have been great, didn't particularly enjoy the seminar, but churchcamp was.. really an experience. and sde foc was yet another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because of the last we're all under quarantine till wed 6pm. though.. not many are taking it seriously, even while our camp is one of the latest worse-r potential clusters. to date 5 have been tested positive for H1N1. I'm not too sure how this virus works though.. it's pretty much a new strain of flu, but it's more infectious and because it's new no one has immunity to it yet. mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i kinda miss archi =) and feeling materials. i miss the quirky teachers and the funky friends and the 3am suppers and the fighting for the stretcher bed. THOUGH i'm going to try not to stay over so often this coming sem xD AND not going to get so distracted. hohumm. manymany distractions in sem 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i kinda miss &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mmmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there was one last thing on my to do list, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the most important of all, spending time seeking Him and just being in His presence. i know i've not done this enough. i'll stop here for now. i am going to do something about it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-6283530182312563031?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/6283530182312563031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=6283530182312563031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/6283530182312563031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/6283530182312563031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/06/milkshake.html' title='milkshake'/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-8619550897495455824</id><published>2009-04-10T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:59:09.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;truly if God had not seen me through - i'd have, as bel puts it, died several times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so schedule for the day - final critique, and maundy thursday service at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first i fell asleep without having set my alarm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and woke up just in time to cab to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hadn't prepared for my presentation, and was in the morning group- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but they dragged so much i was fourth after lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the work i'd submitted was hardly presentation standard, my pin up was MESSY, and i was so nervous i was stuttering, blanked out, was incoherent-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but the concept was strong enough to see it though, (fong smiled! xD), and my studio mates could understand, liked it and thought it was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;usually a crit with fong in it would drag-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but he'd to leave at 6.30pm that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he left at 7.20 though, and after packing up i left at 7.40, and service was at 8-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but the bus came a coupla minutes after i reached the busstop (TWO 189s at that), sarah siew helped me with the many things i was carrying, and tessa, budd and i dashed into our allocated seats on stage with less than 5 minutes to the start of service!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somehow two of my scores weren't in my book -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but tessa noticed and tried to share her scores, and i could remember half the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all - crit went well, and people were touched during the service =) praise God, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've dedicated a page in my book to fong- it's labelled Fong Quotes.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll share some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The life of an architect is a one of constant dissatisfaction, but of constant hope.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(about failing, and hoping the next piece of work will be better. this is also why, he says, architects live such long lives, because we're always living for the next opportunity to do it better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of life is about taking the right meanders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in relation to the meandering path on the site we were given being redundant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a hard person, hard on myself, and therefore also, unfortunately, a little hard on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i still remember the days in cambodia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&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;tag responses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;marcus: haha yes i hope i'll do all that, though i very much think i will xD nothing too ambitious, save for maybe kinabalu. waitressing - i've always wanted to try smth in the service industry =) and you really get to meet many different kinds of people, talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alaris: i've watched the front of iljimae! was pretty alright i thought, really enjoyed every bit of it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;david: YO COUSIN. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shelby: melts. xD read your fb reply, yea the song echoed a bit of what i'd been feeling. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-8619550897495455824?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8619550897495455824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=8619550897495455824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/8619550897495455824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/8619550897495455824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-was-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-7966770725934085122</id><published>2009-03-27T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:16:14.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xD not supposed to be thinking about this now - but it's always somehow during times like these lists of what i'd like to do during the hols come up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in no particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;watch Iljimae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;VISIT MUJI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;visit ikea ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;work as a waitress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;create pieces of clothing, and paint them afterward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;craft - would like to work with wood, this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;READREADREAD :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;watch coffee prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meet up with my friends, mentors, rsp excollegues =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;buddy date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exercise&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GET UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL WITH BED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;climb mount kinabalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;visit eve in malaysia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spend muchmuch time in His presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as an aside xD when i'm settled- a nod to salsa ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-7966770725934085122?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/7966770725934085122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=7966770725934085122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/7966770725934085122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/7966770725934085122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/03/xd-not-supposed-to-be-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-2538321439272778398</id><published>2009-03-24T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:38:27.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/ScjvkIGk0qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zEqaJdt3oTc/s1600-h/telliegrams-favor-boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316762764040262306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/ScjvkIGk0qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zEqaJdt3oTc/s320/telliegrams-favor-boxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; favour boxes from Telegram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;below: adorable items from Shophouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316762958383142514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/ScjvvcFh1nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uh0aKyR0I5A/s320/mummys-favourite.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316763375002541474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/ScjwHsHVXaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oWSYZkj0wCk/s320/new-products-at-shophouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-2538321439272778398?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/2538321439272778398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=2538321439272778398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/2538321439272778398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/2538321439272778398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/03/favour-boxes-from-telegram-below.html' title=''/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/ScjvkIGk0qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zEqaJdt3oTc/s72-c/telliegrams-favor-boxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-8023141021854777506</id><published>2009-03-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:29:40.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;these days i've had a little more time to myself and it's just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY WEIRD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's as though my &lt;strong&gt;exsistence&lt;/strong&gt; is defined by the &lt;em&gt;business&lt;/em&gt; of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going home at any time before nine is an anomaly - for the past coupla weeks it was nine or i'd be pulling an overnighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meals were all at the oddest hours, lunch at 5pm, supper at 3am- breakfasts were the only ones which kept to schedule, and merely because 8 was when macdonalds opened. that was when we actually ate proper meals. some days we survived on chocolates and donuts and music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my bed was left lonely for 5 out of 7 days in a week - the new bed was tha' ole green stretcher in the corner of the studio. goodness knows how many people've slept in it. lets see... me, natha, xuenie, roy, sylvia, andrew, pq, dominic, anh, jasmine - that's 10 and still counting. sylvia was just saying we should have a log sheet to track who uses the stretcher. though i'd think the one sleeping there would be way to tired to bother, really xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's now the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eye of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. after next week the storm'll brew up into a big one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as an aside, boys are really not morning people. as tristan puts it: 1 is the new 12. and 2 is the new 1. i was the only one present at 12 today for our meeting - the other four boys were absent! xD one doesn't get up till about 2 or 3 because he sleeps at 6am, another's day starts at 11 or 10 at best, yet another sleeps at all hours - the previous day we were doing work he woke up at 530. and the last was having lunch with his girlfriend. xD things i have to get used to i guess. but they're an awesome bunch =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally we'd our acapella gathering :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how on earth can you tell if someone's gay/les?! apparently boys can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know me around &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-8023141021854777506?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8023141021854777506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=8023141021854777506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/8023141021854777506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/8023141021854777506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-days-ive-had-little-more-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-5018184141108246238</id><published>2009-03-12T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:18:06.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anybody hear her - Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is running&lt;br /&gt;A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;She is trying&lt;br /&gt;But the canyon's ever widening&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of her cold heart&lt;br /&gt;So she sets out on another misadventure just to find&lt;br /&gt;She's another two years older&lt;br /&gt;And she's three more steps behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;Or does anybody even know she's going down today&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of our steeple&lt;br /&gt;With all the lost and lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is yearning&lt;br /&gt;For shelter and affection&lt;br /&gt;That she never found at home&lt;br /&gt;She is searching&lt;br /&gt;For a hero to ride in&lt;br /&gt;To ride in and save the day&lt;br /&gt;And in walks her prince charming&lt;br /&gt;And he knows just what to say&lt;br /&gt;Momentary lapse of reason&lt;br /&gt;And she gives herself away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;Or does anybody even know she's going down today&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of our steeple&lt;br /&gt;With all the lost and lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If judgment looms under every steeple&lt;br /&gt;If lofty glances from lofty people&lt;br /&gt;Can't see past her scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And we've never even met her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-5018184141108246238?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5018184141108246238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=5018184141108246238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/5018184141108246238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/5018184141108246238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-anybody-hear-her-casting-crowns.html' title=''/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-4004888977207206949</id><published>2009-02-17T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:58:26.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anthony, jc, jaime and tessa&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say. xD&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thanking God for bringing us together.&lt;br /&gt;did you realise we're all of different ages as well!! :D&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anyone slept on sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;as usual xD&lt;br /&gt;an average nus architecture student's week:&lt;br /&gt;7 days a week&lt;br /&gt;7 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah i'm kidding xD&lt;br /&gt;but the amount of sleep we get varies VASTLY from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;from something like 20 minutes to 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we love it ;D&lt;br /&gt;i do, anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-4004888977207206949?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/4004888977207206949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=4004888977207206949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my new favourite materials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white glue&lt;/strong&gt; -because it's STRONG :D and it becomes &lt;em&gt;clear when it dries&lt;/em&gt;! for paper and cloth and especially grey cardboard. the only downside is that you can't stick glossy surfaces together = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grey cardboard&lt;/strong&gt; - because it's cheap xD well relatively cheaper anyhow. it's a very ruggedly beautiful texture to it. looks great under micro b/w camera shots :D and it's stiff, and it's got a volume to it which makes making right angle joints &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;penknife &lt;/strong&gt;-haha but i've always liked this one :D gives you a gorgeously clean cut right down the centre of the paper/cardboard/thumb. it's dangerous though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my set of drafting pencils&lt;/strong&gt; - =)) this one's just an obsessive i've-a-set-of-drafting-pencils! to be able to open a thin steadtler tin box and choose from the set of TWELVE lovely blue pencils inside. and each being individual from the other. xD okay i'll stop scaring you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UFO!&lt;/strong&gt; - haha this one's more an equippment really. xD JBL speakers (UBL?) it's a small portable speaker dock for ipods =D (y'can connect others to it as well) but for sucha small gadget it sure delivers. and what better companion than music when you're working alone in the night xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY CUTTING MAT.&lt;/strong&gt; - absolutely cannot do with this one. and it's got 1cm spaced gridlines on it, so i don't actually have to measure out my dimensions at all xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay more another time when i get new favourites. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's valentine's day :D happy vday to all the couples out there. i shall be ushering in the day with my fantastic acapella-partners-in-crime! it was really God's hand which &lt;em&gt;brought us together&lt;/em&gt; and saw us 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href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-house-didnt-have-ruuf-but-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-8502462783701720500</id><published>2009-02-07T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:29:57.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we were in the studio at near six this morning, having spent the whole night up, and this song played on tristan's itunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;____________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And who's gonna play with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Six in the morning baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a long long day ahead of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The parents are sleeping soundly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The neighbors are dead as wood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm getting up and coming over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We gotta rock the neighborhood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing's ever gonna happen 'round here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If we don't make it happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sleep away the day if you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i got something that i gotta do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's saturday morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this ain't the place for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm giving you warning baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got a whole big fat world to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing's ever gonna happen 'round here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If we don't make it happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sleep away the day if you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i got something that i gotta do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's saturday morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And who's gonna play with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Six in the morning baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a long long day ahead of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_______________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about apt. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/434951435656240855-8502462783701720500?l=thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8502462783701720500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=434951435656240855&amp;postID=8502462783701720500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/8502462783701720500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/434951435656240855/posts/default/8502462783701720500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetmilkmaid.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-we-were-in-studio-at-near-six-this.html' title=''/><author><name>milkmaid</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-193414461292535481</id><published>2009-02-05T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:44:27.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss pam already. = /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299324122306325554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/SYr7NlO6LDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/i4zF8bUEI4s/s320/n776669683_1079338_7915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/SYr7NlO6LDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/i4zF8bUEI4s/s72-c/n776669683_1079338_7915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-2849728258233254269</id><published>2009-01-28T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:46:04.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;torn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;betweet the two focs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434951435656240855.post-6358238085931278589</id><published>2008-11-28T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:37:48.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hello there y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so perhaps you're wondering why i've suddenly decided to get a blog after years of resisting. a little late coming on but - ever felt you reached a point where what others thought didn't really bother you no longer? mmhmm. xD &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but okay i don't have to explain this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny this year was different. reunions and dinners had almost become the annual ritual; a painful table affair, where the conversation topics would no doubt revolve about the children, where they were studying, where they are going in the coming year, ccas, school work, school life, etc etc (though i've come to realise it's one of the easier things to start a conversation with - now i wonder how the singles hold their own in a conversation with the marrieds) but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! =D haha really this year was awesome! praise God for the amazing time of fellowship and &lt;em&gt;reunion&lt;/em&gt; in the truest sense of the word! =DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel, sophia and stefan are really cool when you get to know them. brillant to say the least. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday night fever! i'd never've expected it from the boys!! but they were so game tha night. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296041658759270546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/SX9R1DoEUJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LSInZI3aS-o/s320/it%27s+the+time+to+disco!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is our coolest grandmother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296042846149003378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_te-U3ccgQPM/SX9S6K_1yHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6iQt9jXjLbU/s320/P1010634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tradition is getting lost in this world though - but there's just so much more than being ahead in the pack. well this chinese new year don't kick up a fuss when you've to go visiting, respect your elders and talk to the little ones, you never know what the Lord has in store for you =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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