<?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-6161266</id><updated>2011-08-18T21:47:51.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notanotherearthquake</title><subtitle type='html'>itz been cruelly and mercilessly obliterated.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>387</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-8612608027426968318</id><published>2009-04-22T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T02:07:53.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol this blog is so dead.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna make a new blogspot blog!&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably tonight. we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-8612608027426968318?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/8612608027426968318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=8612608027426968318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/8612608027426968318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/8612608027426968318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2009/04/lol-this-blog-is-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-8802594470675644810</id><published>2009-02-23T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:31:09.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YTiiLw32pBA/SaKI_ByZRZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/vEHBg2bRmYs/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YTiiLw32pBA/SaKI_ByZRZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/vEHBg2bRmYs/s400/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YAY, im in business! well, the food i hung up for the birds are being eaten. =]&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/6161266-8802594470675644810?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/8802594470675644810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=8802594470675644810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/8802594470675644810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/8802594470675644810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-im-in-business-well-food-i-hung-up.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YTiiLw32pBA/SaKI_ByZRZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/vEHBg2bRmYs/s72-c/IMG_2207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-8903512236305680802</id><published>2007-10-20T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:20:17.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jump for joy and see this:&lt;br /&gt;mostbeautifulman.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annddd while you're at it, check out the mean kitty, sparta. owned by the 'professional idiot', Cory "Mr. Safety" Williams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-8903512236305680802?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/8903512236305680802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=8903512236305680802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/8903512236305680802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/8903512236305680802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2007/10/jump-for-joy-and-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-3536178487675199232</id><published>2007-05-12T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:15:48.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its time, to keep online records. i rest that email i no longer trust. i grumble.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;here is my paper about de beers. do enjoy it..... i whacked myself many much while attempting to write it. my true inspiration is the movie: blood diamonds. yeaaaaaa. i love that movie!&lt;br /&gt;i shall now entitle it,&lt;br /&gt;"Unruly thoughts, Diamonds, Ethics"&lt;br /&gt;and  so, here it is:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;What is the true value of a diamond?&lt;a style="" href="#_edn1" name="_ednref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[i]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is it just the monetary price? The labor expended to find it? The labor expended to cut and shape it in an appealing manner? Perhaps the negative effect it has? That is a question that has been raised as society now contemplates the situation of De Beers in the diamond industry, with their control over the diamond trade. De Beers Consolidated Mines, Ltd is a merger of major investors in the diamond mines. These are the people who have realized that to control this diamond supply they would have to cooperate with each other. Their merger resulted in a cartel “powerful enough to control production and perpetuate the illusion of scarcity of diamonds.”&lt;a style="" href="#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This happened in 1888. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Records have shown how De Beers has applied very effective marketing, selling the diamond as a necessary luxury good. They have fused it with human emotion, integrating it further into human society tradition. Their marketing line: “diamond is forever” and other such advertising campaigns they have embarked on has revolutionized the global view point on diamonds with very effective marketing. One example of such a culture revolution is how Asian societies, who have not had a tradition of sealing an engagement or wedding with a diamond ring, are now expectant of a diamond engagement ring. As quoted by Edward Jay Epstein from his article in ‘the Atlantic Monthly’: “The diamond invention—the creation of the idea that diamonds are rare and valuable, and are essential signs of esteem—is a relatively recent development in the history of the diamond trade.”&lt;a style="" href="#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The article “the Diamond Business Gets Rough” by Bristol Lane Voss addresses the situation of De Beer’s dominance in the diamond industry and takes the stand that “De Beer is the diamond industry”.&lt;a style="" href="#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Voss handily provides a concise overview of the diamond industry, and most importantly draws attention to the high superiority of the De Beer state of affairs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;To further the point on this perceived rarity, it should be noted that De Beers has created in a sense, gilded picture of diamond value. It could be said that De Beers, in marketing actions, and how it has morphed human perceptions on diamond significance, has in a sense masked and confused the idea of a diamond in the eyes of many consumers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;In the past, the diamond had been a luxury only the rich aristocrats could afford. Then, diamonds were rarely found, and then only in certain locations in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The world’s production of diamonds were then only a few pounds per year, until the late 1800s when major diamond mines were uncovered in near the Orange River, in South Africa. The diamonds found there were soon being scooped out by the ton, and the world’s diamond market supply increased drastically. “The British financiers who had organized the South African mines quickly realized that their investment was endangered; diamonds had little intrinsic value—and their price depended almost entirely on their scarcity. The financiers feared that when new mines were developed in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, diamonds would become at best only semiprecious gems.”&lt;a style="" href="#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;This event, and many other diamond mine discoveries following, had caused the unrest amongst diamond investors. To safeguard their investment, they needed to keep the price of diamonds high. The simplest way to do so was to control the supply of diamonds into the world market. The fewer diamonds in circulation, the more precious they would be to the consumer, and hence the price of the diamonds would remain high. Thus begins the problem for De Beers, which is the largest diamond trader and supplier to the world. Their careful marketing of the diamond would go to ruins if the price of the diamond plummeted. This could happen overnight. Every moment a new diamond mine had been discovered, the world sees how the diamond is not that much of a rarity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Being a cartel is in a way dangerous for firms. The general trend of thought is that markets should be free, without inhibition to competition. Competition, after all, is what encourages development in the market and ensures that consumers are not taken advantage of by profit grabbing firms. This also does not allow for infant industries to develop—big multinational companies take over that country’s market, not wanting any competition. And these infant industries are given the opportunity to develop, with such restraint put on them by such powerful firms; in addition, governments may not even have the power to help. So the practice of forming cartels is frowned upon and in some ways outlawed by governments. Therefore, De Beers has had to tread carefully in its quest to make a fortune out of the diamond trade.&lt;a style="" href="#_edn2" name="_ednref2" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[ii]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;De Beers took many forms all over the world to hide its presence. “In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, it operated under the innocuous name of the Diamond Trading Company. In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, it was known as "The Syndicate." In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, it was called the "C.S.O." -- initials referring to the Central Selling Organization, which was an arm of the Diamond Trading Company. And in black &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;, it disguised its South African origins under subsidiaries with names like Diamond Development Corporation and Mining Services, Inc. At its height, it not only either directly owned or controlled all the diamond mines in southern Africa but also owned diamond trading companies in England, Portugal, Israel, Belgium, Holland, and Switzerland.”&lt;a style="" href="#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;To bring the focus back to the original matter: it must be established the true value of a diamond and what should be considered a truly precious diamond. There are many classes of diamonds, and only some are considered true gems, rather than just very hard pieces of carbon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The discovery of diamond mines in such an impoverished place as &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; has resulted in civil unrest. Groups of people, be it militia rebels or ones out to strike it rich, invest their energies into acquiring as many diamonds as possible. The process may not be entirely morally correct, and it is from here that the predicament of blood diamonds emerges. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;De Beers worries about an oversupply of diamonds. And yet Voss’ article reveals that not all of the newfound mines have quality diamonds. It follows that only diamonds of a gem quality&lt;a style="" href="#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would contest in the market De Beers broods over. The discovered diamond mines in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for example, does not produce diamond gems. Thus, if it is as CSO [Central Selling Organization] says that in the long term, only diamonds of gem quality would be prized, they need not worry about the new mines and restricting the supply of diamonds. In essence, it is inferior quality diamonds flooding the market, not diamond gems. What inherently De Beers is doing by buying up diamonds in the market is providing an assured buyer and source of capital for any diamond supplier. This includes those mining diamonds illegally.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;From the above follows a point on corporate social responsibility. The Cartel that is De Beers causes detriment to the development of human society. The distraction on diamond esteem and their controlled hike of the true price of diamonds has created a false sense of worth to the diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoPageNumber"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Another significant point to note is that in actual fact synthetic diamonds can be made. Should the consumers feel that the diamond is treasured as a symbol rather than &lt;span class="MsoPageNumber"&gt;treasured for its properties, then, such a substitution could be made use of. But because of De Beer’s marketing as such that “A diamond is forever”, some have the opinion that governments should step in to regulate this. After all, De Beers has immense powers over the diamond market. Compare this to Organization for Petroleum Export Countries (OPEC), which is in present day facing much objection in their practices, which are similar, if not nearly identical, to De Beers. The products are different, OPEC’s a necessary good, the De Beers’ a luxury good that has been marketed as a necessary luxury good, but the result is the same on human society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;In conclusion, De Beers’ market position and strategy has caused it to be the dominant player in the diamond industry. De Beers’ has had an adverse affect on human society, causing culture and traditional revolution as well as civil unrest. Due to this, they should be regulated so as to rectify the problems it has caused, ergo: quell the blood diamond trade. It could be deduced that, should the stockpile of diamonds in De Beers’ coffers be released into the market, the price of diamonds would fall, but that depends on the true amount of diamonds in the world. If there is not much more than what has been discovered thus far, then the price may not drop much, and may also rise as the limit to the diamond supply is in view and consumers rush to own a diamond for themselves. A diamond is an attractive stone, with a unique property as the hardest substance on Earth; therefore even without the added glory by De Beer, it certainly is a prize, especially one that is of ‘gem quality’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Matura MT Script Capitals&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bibliography&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;De Beers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.debeersgroup.com/" target="_ngo"&gt;www.debeersgroup.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ekati Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ekati.ca/" target="_ngo"&gt;www.ekati.ca&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;“A Diamond Is Forever”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adiamondisforever.com/" target="_ngo"&gt;www.adiamondisforever.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;William Goldberg Diamond Corporation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.williamgoldberg.com/" target="_ngo"&gt;www.williamgoldberg.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Lucent Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lucentdiamonds.com/" target="_ngo"&gt;www.lucentdiamonds.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Diamonds: the Real Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt; by Andrew Cockburn &lt;a href="http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/data/2002/03/01/html/ft_20020301.1.html"&gt;http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/data/2002/03/01/html/ft_20020301.1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Have you ever tried to sell a diamond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt; by Edward Jay Epstein&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond"&gt;http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"The Diamond Business Gets Rough" (Bristol Lane Voss, Journal of Business Strategy, July/August 1998, pp 36-43)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 26pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Matura MT Script Capitals&amp;quot;;"&gt;Appendix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 26pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%"&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond"&gt;http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn2"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond"&gt;http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn3"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “The Diamond Business gets Rough” by Bristol Lane Voss&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn4"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn5"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;; color: purple;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond"&gt;http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/198202/diamond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn6"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diamonds of gem quality are, of course, not as common as diamonds for industrial use. The qualities of such a diamond is as follows: clear,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEndnotes]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%"&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="edn1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoEndnoteText"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="#_ednref1" name="_edn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[i]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;“They are a form of currency,” remarked Mark van Bockstael of the Diamond High Council in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Antwerp&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. “They back international loans, pay debts, pay bribes, buy arms. In many cases they are better than money.” &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Monrovia&lt;/st1:City&gt;, capital of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Liberia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, for example, is known as a mecca for money launderers seeking to turn questionable cash assets into diamonds that can then be easily moved and sold elsewhere. There have been unconfirmed reports that Osama bin Laden’s terrorist organization, al Qaeda, made use of this operation.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoEndnoteText"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoEndnoteText"&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This extract from the site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/data/2002/03/01/html/ft_20020301.1.html"&gt;http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/data/2002/03/01/html/ft_20020301.1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; goes to show just how the diamond has become so important an artifact in the lives of humankind. But one should also ponder the effect this has on every human being, and also the cause of this effect. Did the marketer’s of De Beers think of the consequences of when diamonds cause strife over them? Once again here, civil unrest is raised as a point to illustrate the negative effect. One very well known example of this situation is how in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South   Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, rebel terrorist groups take control of diamond mines in order to pay for their militia equipment and such. Here, the humans affected are those who are caught in the crossfire between the government and rebels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoEndnoteText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="edn2"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="#_ednref2" name="_edn2" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoEndnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[ii]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“The fact that the CSO, [Central Selling Organization], has been deemed an illegal cartel in the U.S. and, therefore, its executives are not allowed to enter the U.S. or do business directly with American agents, is a serious concern for the other producers. “BHP has a very significant asset base in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; which needs to be protected,” notes James R. Rothwell, group manager and president of BHP Diamonds. “This monopoly cartel business is very serious,” explains Potts “Until the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; pulls off the dogs, [everyone] has to play it very, very safe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Despite the face that the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is by far the world’s largest jewelry market, soaking up 35% of all end product (polished stones), De Beers itself faces various penalties and charges which keep it from doing business here in a straightforward manner…” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This extract from “The Diamond Business gets Rough” by Bristol Lane Voss illustrates just some of the issues faced by De Beers. It brings attention to a matter—is it worthwhile for a cartel, albeit one as successful as De Beer, to have to deal with crafting roundabout procedures to get its produce into a market?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoEndnoteText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6161266-3536178487675199232?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/3536178487675199232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=3536178487675199232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/3536178487675199232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/3536178487675199232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-time-to-keep-online-records.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-5749590042925812460</id><published>2007-03-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:42:31.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go grease lightning ur buring up the quarter mile! hahah&lt;br /&gt;i gotta learn the grease medley for the voix concert&lt;br /&gt;i've just combined my google account with this blog. hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-5749590042925812460?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/5749590042925812460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=5749590042925812460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/5749590042925812460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/5749590042925812460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2007/03/go-grease-lightning-ur-buring-up.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-115988092789922329</id><published>2006-10-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:08:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heres my learning journal1 for LTB!!!omg its like...1500+ words..haha..i just felt like putting something up on this dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreword:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individually, each thing I have to say from what I have learnt previously and what I have concluded now is but dry and uncouth. But put together, it is like a painting –either one finds it amusing, or one finds it to be kitsch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb of Wanda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership and team building, so I heard. What is this about? What is this for? So I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard about this, I figured that the course would be trying to brainwash students to either be the ones in charge, or to be the ones listening to the ones in charge. A general trend of thought is that a group, (I hesitate to use the term team here), should have one dominant person, whilst the rest of the group cooperates with the alpha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have to disagree with this idea of how a group of people should work together, and after the in class discussions about the roles of a leader and so on, I have concluded that a group of people should a) work together. This means being cooperative and understanding whilst working together, willing to hear the opinions and ideas of others*. Then there is the role of a b) facilitator. I feel that this role is important as direction and objective viewpoints are crucial in preventing things from going off track and horribly wrong. And of course, c) the leader. Now, when I say leader, I am referring to one who could not only motivate the crew, but also bring them on to greater heights**. This role is of course different again from a manager, a manager may be able to achieve these goals. But I believe that the fine line is that a leader would be altruistic, and a manager would be one that is more interested in organizing the crew in order to meet a target, while paying no heed to each of the members of the crew themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the personality test that I took. It definitely gave me an interesting outlook on myself. Twice. Once when my friend got it in his class, and again when I got the link in the power point in LTB. I was convinced that some statistics must have been off. Like how intellectual I was. Well, the IPIP-NEO narrative report stated that I have a low level of altruism. Do I agree with them? No. I feel that helping people is rewarding! That’s why I am a camp counselor. An unpaid one at that too. How did I ever clock up 150++ hours of community service in a little more than a year without having a sense of altruism? And I was also described as having a low morality. So what does this make me? Like Hitler? I actually respect Hitler as a leader quite a lot. He is a successful*** man. The report also noted that I am not very sympathetic—well I guess that’s why I can cast aside my grief at the deaths caused by this man and commend on his good points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we can now talk about why people follow leaders. I have a theory that people follow leaders because they see qualities in the leader that they respect. Either that, or they agree with the leader’s point of view. Hitler has very handily combined both of these—he is a charismatic speaker, causing the people to feel that he is a very able person, and at the same time turning their point of views to his.  Which include the mindset that Aryans are the best race, Jews are impure, the handicapped are to be culled, etcetera.  So some, like me, would then say: “oh, actors must be great leaders/figureheads then!” but then, one must look to this story—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A turkey was standing in a field chatting to a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of yonder tree," the turkey sighed, "but I haven't got the energy."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. They're packed with nutrients."&lt;br /&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Whereupon he was spotted by a farmer who dashed into the farmhouse, emerged with a shotgun, and shot the turkey right out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting yes? Well, I do find it quite true. But there have been actors who have become leaders, for example Ronald Reagan.  And he did manage to lead a country. He led America with his “reaganomics” into its trade deficit. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership is the influencing process of leaders and followers to achieve organizational objectives through change. This is the definition I got off the slides from class.  So any kind of change made would be a show of one’s leadership skills, good. I can do that. So now I know why the “worldview youth conference 2006” was aimed at cinching the “leaders” from each of the schools participating. Except the international students—we make changes because that is what we are used to doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was that discussion about managers and leaders. Well now I have a thought: managers are expected to be leaders, but the superiors of the managers expect the managers to not have catalytic characteristics to an extent. They want obedient sheep that do the job but do not steal their own job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should one choose to be a manager or a leader? Managers seem to make more money. Leaders invest time into helping those in their care, which in the long run would be a benefit. But to quote Keynes; in the long run, we are all dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a point of interest: What does it mean to be in a team? How is my project group working together? We’ve gone through all sorts of models in class. But I feel that as long as there is some sense of cohesiveness and a crew of focused, driven people, and then the group of people would do the job needed. This is exactly the case with my project group.  I do agree that we could be working more efficiently if we felt as though each of us were associated by something more than the fact that we were in the same group.  But for now, we have three very driven people, three normal but focused people, and one normal person whose never had to do such a thing before. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve realized a lot about team management and leadership, and discovered many new viewpoints of it. However, what I find strangest and most fascinating are the arguments between whether a leader is born or nurtured. But what I think is most important, is how to be a team player. A lot of focus has been on leading, when what is just as is important is working with your team. Taking example from past group discussions in my experience, when everyone wants to lead****, nothing is accomplished, and when no one wants to lead, we sit and still nothing is done.  Hence, striking the balance between this compliance and dominance would be my goal for all my group works. Good thing the course has covered leadership skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digression:&lt;br /&gt;* Everyone has their own unique experiences, hence yours truly playing the role of Juliet and Zhang Zhi Yi playing the role of Juliet would result in vastly different expressions of this Shakespearean character. The artists’ values, opinions, background, speech patterns, etc. are different. This is why I love diversity and I have found that being back in the Singaporean system is really limiting the creativity and dynamics of work produced. But be assured, I do appreciate everyone’s difference, no matter how annoying, for it is still something special to me!&lt;br /&gt;**In reference to both a personal growth and progress in the tasks that are to be done.&lt;br /&gt;***Success is the day to day progressive realization of preplanned, personal, worthwhile goals. The argument here would be if the goals are good goals; in Hitler’s case, if it is ethically sound. This in the end was the downfall of his plans.&lt;br /&gt;****  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;It was crazy how in local school, I could never get my groups to get moving because they would never be saying anything. At all. Please say SOMETHING, I would groan. But to no avail. Though, because of the great Asian values and government conditioning of obedience, once the goal is set, the children go off and do their tasks.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, I went to international school, what a refreshing experience! No more goading people to speak their opinions. Now I had to fight for a say in things. And balance had to be brought in, for people could debate over points, or get over excited over plans and ideas for the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But since the students have had a lot of experience in group projects, the work process flowed out quickly, and we were able to be more ambitious in our plans.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I hope to be able to do in all my project groups—being ambitious is what makes one stand out. Sure the risk is big, but ambitious projects are done when the team is capable and understands the potential of outsourcing! This is how I amuse myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-115988092789922329?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115988092789922329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=115988092789922329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/115988092789922329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/115988092789922329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-my-learning-journal1-for-ltbomg.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-115070887867652384</id><published>2006-06-19T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:21:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.its been awhilleeeee since i posted here.bah..the other is better.but this.now this has blue.and i like blue..hahaha.oh well.gotta split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move along move along everything is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-115070887867652384?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/115070887867652384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=115070887867652384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/115070887867652384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/115070887867652384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-113456099885347276</id><published>2005-12-14T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:52:55.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were a Zebra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="&lt;a" width="100" href="" /&gt;http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/zebra.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tend to see life in black and white - clearly without filters.You enjoy being part of a group while maintaining your individuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #fea7b6" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Average, You Would Sell Out For&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffced6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="&lt;a" width="100" href="" /&gt;http://images.blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/money.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$199,472&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;At&lt;/a&gt; What Price Would You Sell Out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="&lt;a" width="100" href="" /&gt;http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/purple.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's&lt;/a&gt; Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Enterprising&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="&lt;a" width="100" href="" /&gt;http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/enterprising.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are engertic, ambitious, and sociable.Your talents lie in politics, leading people, and selling things or ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;Auctioneer - Bank President - Camp DirectorCity Manager - Judge - LawyerRecreation Leader - Real Estate Agent - Sales PersonSchool Principal - Travel Agent - TV Newscaster The worst career options for your are investigative careers, like mathematician or architect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's&lt;/a&gt; Your Ideal Career?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffdab9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Good Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="&lt;a" width="100" href="" /&gt;http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/good-girl.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are 70% Good and 30% BadGenerally speaking, you're a very good girl.(But you don't have us totally fooled!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b6b6c2" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 80s Heartthrob Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="&lt;a" width="100" href="" /&gt;http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyour80sheartthrobquiz/john-stamos.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;John Stamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyour80sheartthrobquiz/"&gt;Who's&lt;/a&gt; Your 80's Heartthrob?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="&lt;a" width="100" href="" /&gt;http://images.yournewromance.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/good.jpg&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You understand men almost better than anyone.You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/div&gt;haha..omg i think this is damn funny la.im gonna b doing this all night..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fun Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="&lt;a" width="100" href="" /&gt;http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/fun-sexy.gif&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're funny, quirky, cute, and sassy.Guys always have a great time with you, and that alone is sexy.You've got an upbeat, optimistic spirit that totally shines through.Any guy would be crazy to turn you down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Sexy Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-113456099885347276?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113456099885347276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=113456099885347276' title='0 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-113005691719366951?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/113005691719366951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=113005691719366951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/113005691719366951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/113005691719366951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111968491962208170</id><published>2005-06-25T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:28:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mxtabs.com"&gt;i need to find good blog skins.if not its bad.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111968491962208170?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111968491962208170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111968491962208170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6161266.post-111343698735635421</id><published>2005-04-14T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T08:03:07.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i found out i forgot to put spacing for paragraphs..brilliant.....now i hav to print again...lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111343698735635421?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111343698735635421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111343698735635421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111343698735635421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111343698735635421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-i-found-out-i-forgot-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111341560914233667</id><published>2005-04-14T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T02:37:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;do i need to put sources?all i got was stuff from the text book..+(&lt;br /&gt;oh well..about 1200 plus!ahha..minus a whole load of shit.i feel tt i should put examples.but i woudl hav to think of them.haiiizzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“All of the other Ways of Knowing are controlled by language.” What does this statement mean and do you think it is a fair representation of the relationship between perception, emotion, reason, and language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The statement “all of the other ways of knowing ate controlled by language.” means that the ways with which one obtains knowledge are controlled by the medium of the person’s language. The verb “controlled” in this statement implies ‘restricted’, for the language manipulates the way we perceive things as the culture that comes with the language influences the meaning of each word. It may even shape the way we see things. For example in German or French, words have genders, and consequently the gender it is classified as influences the meaning of the word. This uncertainty in language thus affects our way of knowing, for a lot of our knowledge is passed to us via other people, and so we obtain the knowledge logically, empirically, through memory or through logic. This knowledge by description has four requirements: firstly, empirical evidence or logic or memory or authority must justify the knowledge, secondly, it must be true, thirdly, it must be believed, and lastly, it can be effectively and accurately communicated. In other words it can be passed on through a language, which might cause the true meaning of the knowledge to be adapted along the way.&lt;br /&gt;The Sapir-Whorf hypothesis states that people do not live in the objective world alone, but are very much at the mercy of the language which is the medium of expression of their society. This implies that language is interlinked with culture. And across the globe, cultures differ greatly. Some cultures advocate aggressiveness in going after one’s goals, whereas some cultures might promote a roundabout politeness and less ‘to the point’ directness when one is pursuing a point of view and such issues. Each culture might see an issue in different ways, optimistically, pessimistically, and they may also weight people differently. Certain character traits and gender that is considered good in one culture may not be so important in another culture. Each word or phrase gives a person different impressions in different languages, and this is especially so because each persons’ perception is dependent on many different variables. Not only the social and cultural conditioning, which brings about prejudices and assumptions and leads to false conclusions, alter a person’s perception but past experiences would cause one to predict the outcome of an issue, and if the outcome is not as predicted, the person might even over look it and still think that the outcome was that that was predicted, and not possibly reality. Human biological limitations affects the sensitivity of our senses, and many a time human senses are just not well equipped enough to sense certain things. Such as certain sounds or smells, and even nightlife, for our eyes are not equipped well enough to see clearly in the dark without any infra red goggles or spotlights and such technology, which may even be flawed as well! Spatial familiarity may also cause us to blunder while pursuing an answer- we all what to see the familiar, so if we do not, our brains might even trick themselves into seeing what we want to see instead of what is really there. We might not even notice some things, for we also filter all information that our sensory organs receive. For example, a person sitting on a chair would cease to consciously feel he or she is sitting on the chair after a while. Most importantly, our dependence on language hinders our perception. For language is a means whereby our thoughts and ideas are organized. And if we cannot figure out a way to describe our knowledge, then that may be soon forgotten as it would not be able to be passed down the generations and join the pool of knowledge that humans have obtained.&lt;br /&gt;This brings out another important question: if there was no language, then would it be possible to think? Our mind is capable of creating thoughts and ideas that our own language has no word for, although this may be represented accurately in another language, the idea or thought that exists and it inexpressible had proven to be creatable, this justifies the idea that even thought our language has not produced a term for it, our minds may think it up all the same. Thus is would be possible to think with our language, even though we may not be able to organize our thoughts and share them without the medium of language for transfer. So the question is really confusing the effectiveness of language to communicate about anything rather than whether language controls our ability to think. Animals have their own various languages, and it can be seen that although their language may not contain as wide and complex a vocabulary as ours, they are capable of thought, as can be deduced from our cousins the great apes, or highly intelligent marine mammals such as whales and dolphins. These creatures would have obtained the vast majority of their own knowledge from the other ways of knowing besides by description.&lt;br /&gt;Through Bacon’s idols of the market place, which are meaningless words, double meaning words and jargon, we can explore how these confusions in language also cause disruption in their meanings and thus why expressing arguments in symbolic terms is advantageous. These idols of the market place confuse and blur the meaning of an argument. Such words would be used so generally that they do not seen to mean anything, words with more than one meaning would be used in such a way that the meaning of the word is not specified, and non-universal technical or polysyllabic words maybe used that cause the receiver to not comprehend the message properly. Thus, if one uses symbols to represent the different arguments, without the grammar or vocabulary of the language in use to cause confusion, and apply the use of a logic table to attest the arguments, then the vagueness and ambiguity of language is accounted for and not a hindrance. But of course, the person must be clear on what the argument is in order to understand what is the outcome. These idols also make it hard for a person to express him/herself, for the listener might also misinterpret the meanings, depending on what he wants to hear or what the person classifies each word meaning as. For example, if person A told person B that he was feeling sad, person B would not have a clue how sad person A was unless he had been in a similar situation before and felt empathetic towards person A. Since emotions cannot be measured, and each and every person has had different experiences, then language may not accurately convey the emotion or attitude in an accurate way, thus language is used less as a depiction of emotion, for emotion a reaction to one’s experience. This is the reason why writers tend to used literary devices such as imagery in order to evoke different feelings to their audience through plain man-made words which have no meanings until one learns them.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, our language tends to influence our perception of things, and it also controls our mindsets. This makes it influential to our emotions, but it does not dominate our emotions. And as for reason, all language would do is confuse our reasoning with Bacon’s idols. But we must remember than language is merely a tool, and does not affect one’s thoughts though it may case it to be prejudiced at times. &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/6161266-111341560914233667?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111341560914233667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111341560914233667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111341560914233667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111341560914233667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/do-i-need-to-put-sourcesall-i-got-was.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111335519627699390</id><published>2005-04-13T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:23:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.coursework.info/i/74965.html&lt;br /&gt;:~~~~~...&lt;br /&gt;" A work of art is the artist's way of achieving his self-expression, particularly the expression of feelings."[8] This is a typical view of art. And we have an excellent illustration of the expression an artist in Guernica, where Picasso demonstrate his feelings and emotions about the Spanish civil war in his painting. Some emotions can also be conveyed through music. For example the famous composer Mozart conveyed his unhappy life through music. He showed his frustration of his life through his music. But not everyone are born artist, but they can still some convey their emotions through music, paintings and sculptures. For example, when a depressed person can express his/her feelings through hard rock music. These are obviously ways of knowing for some people in certain situations, which are not dependant on a language. These include the other means of expressing our emotions. For example, " I am really angry"; will I have a happy expression on my face? Facial expression also determines our emotion. An emotion is a strong feeling and each individual react differently some uses body language and other facial expressions. For instance, when I face a discomfit moment I flush and turn as red as a potato. So if we think well there are definitely other means of expression apart language itself we it comes to emotions. &lt;br /&gt;The next way of knowing is logic or reason. There are two types of reasoning inductive and deductive reasoning. Inductive reasoning is based "on potentialities not realities.[9] This type of reasoning relies a lot on experiences. For example, if everyone finds that a Maths class is boring; therefore I will get bored in maths class. Such generalizations are being made when we use inductive reasoning and this involves the use of a language. However, the use of language in inductive logic is affected by our perception and culture but also when two languages are translated. For example, in Hopi language the word 'masa'ytaka, means flying, but this includes everything which flies that is helicopters, mosquitoes and birds.[10] Now if an American Indian literally translate, 'All mosquitoes are parasites, from English to Hopi language, then he will imply that birds and helicopters too are parasites if he uses inductive reasoning. This example shows us one limitation of differing language. But sometimes there are &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha..itz online..im in the library trying to do my tok essayyy..itz not really working..kim is doing her chinese oral..and i still have to research about the abuse of human rights for catalyst for fri..andd then get the draft of the econ thing edited for submission on friday!!so many..hehe.why so many essays?im tired from yesterday..tennis.which was weird for awhile coz my forearm felt weird.really weird.it felt jammed..i tried stretching it..din work really..haha..and i stil cant believe harry is in elite.. after tennis did tt body combat thing..but i was so hot..so i stopped and went back up to the tennis courts so kepo arnd..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111335519627699390?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111335519627699390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111335519627699390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111335519627699390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111335519627699390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111306967258497745</id><published>2005-04-10T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:01:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://i.xanga.com/miles_of_icons/2192001.gif   look at this!!i found it frm lucia's xanga..haha&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/mc-donalds.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not done yettt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/natural.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.&lt;br /&gt;You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!&lt;br /&gt;People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about being quiz obsessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111306967258497745?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111306967258497745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111306967258497745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111306967258497745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111306967258497745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/httpi.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111306830934197768</id><published>2005-04-10T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:38:29.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedcountries/colormap?visited=CAUSDEITESUKBNCNIDJPMYSGKRTWTHVNAU"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedcountries"&gt;create your own visited countries map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.tonjafabritz.com"&gt;vertaling Duits Nederlands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im missing one.but i cant figure out wot tt damned place was..they had bull fighting.and dad nearly got pulled into the ring..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111306830934197768?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111306830934197768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111306830934197768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111306830934197768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111306830934197768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/create-your-own-visited-countries-map.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111306808676654779</id><published>2005-04-10T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:34:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in the USA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/usa.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People either love you or hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you really don't care what anyone thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big and bold, you do things your way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/englishspeakingcountryquiz/"&gt;What English Speaking Country Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..wot can i say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FF9900 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/scary.jpg" alt="Scary!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You even scare scary people sometimes!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/scaryquiz.html"&gt;How scary are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i hav ppl tt can vouch for tt..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.&lt;br /&gt;You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.&lt;br /&gt;Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elementquiz.html"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really...HRMM&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Rottweiler Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/rottweiler-puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful, smart, and protective.&lt;br /&gt;You're eager to growl at anyone you hate - but you're a big sweetheart inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/puppyquiz/index.php"&gt;What Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realllyyy..hehe.well.im fine with tt..grrowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 5% Redneck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/redneck.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll slap you so hard, your clothes will be outta style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't no redneck - you're all Yankee!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howredneckareyouquiz/"&gt;How Redneck Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint no southern redneck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Somewhat Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/somewhat-normal.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bold And Brave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/bold-and-brave.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But daring? Not usually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to like to make calculated risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while you may not be base jumping any time soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are up for whatever's new and (a little) exciting!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/"&gt;How Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahah..im on a spree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FF9900 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Mental Patient for Halloween!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/mental-patient-costume.jpg" alt="You Should Be a Mental Patient for Halloween!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/halloweenquiz.html"&gt;What should you be for Halloween?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm..shoudlnt be hard..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Jupiter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/jupiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are exuberantly curious - and you love to explore newness.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and optimistic, you get a kick out of stimulating intellectual discussions.&lt;br /&gt;Foreign cultures and languages fascinate you. You love the outdoors, animals, and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are you tend to exaggerate, so try to keep a lid on that.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you'll continue to be known for your confidence, generosity, and sense of justice.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny.im a gas giant.now how would u see tt, full of bull or stormy??orrr would i fart alot?hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close enough..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111306808676654779?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111306808676654779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111306808676654779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111306808676654779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111306808676654779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-belong-in-usa-sweet-people-either.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111306407108164786</id><published>2005-04-09T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T00:27:51.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ice cream!!haha..the burnt caramel is yummy!!but the tehtari is yuckyyy..hehe..desmond is deserving of the charades sentence i gave him. daylight savings time is a cheat for warcraft!!!hehe.took half an hr!and then,later he wouldnt go to macs.but still went there anw.i had to search high and low for ppl to go to macs with me.so i went with his sister.and halfway there, i find des and joel behind, going to macs too.wth..&lt;br /&gt;kevin is gonna come to uwc!yippeee..then maybe UWC wont die..hrm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&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/6161266-111306407108164786?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111306407108164786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111306407108164786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111306407108164786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111306407108164786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/ice-creamhaha.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111297927472053832</id><published>2005-04-09T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:54:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last exam day!!and i hav to stay in schooll...first for the oral.then for the activity bus..i hung with aki,izzily, stephen before the cheena oral..then while waiting for the activity bus i went to kachaow all the lao shis and so i got dragged into the chinese camp thing.grade 2-4..i hope i live.23rd or april.i can barely do the knots properly!!and i cant stand the small ones!HOWWW?&lt;br /&gt;jesh is back!!but i still need sum1 to go with me for that drama thing.gotta help chelz sell tix..hugh doesnt wanna go and wife hasnt replied..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111297927472053832?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111297927472053832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111297927472053832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111297927472053832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111297927472053832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-exam-dayand-i-hav-to-stay-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111297904600020992</id><published>2005-04-09T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:50:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Fir Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/fir-tree.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love anything beautiful, and you have extraordinary taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while it's hard for you to trust, you care deeply for those close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a social butterfly, and you have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You handle stress well - and you are a master at relaxing after a hard day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are modest, talented, unselfish, and very reliable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/celtichoroscopes/"&gt;What is Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tree.of all things..same as fweddy..haha..same bdae!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111297904600020992?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111297904600020992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111297904600020992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111297904600020992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111297904600020992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-are-fir-tree-you-love-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111297867337731392</id><published>2005-04-09T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:44:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66FF33 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/irish-name.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shauna Nugent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Irish Name?&lt;/a&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/6161266-111297867337731392?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111297867337731392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111297867337731392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111297867337731392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111297867337731392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-irish-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111297828608440207</id><published>2005-04-09T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:42:23.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;You Know You're Addicted to Buffy When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;You look at pieces of wood, deciding if they would make a good stake&lt;br /&gt;You decide that you will only see your boyfriend at night and in the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;"A happy slayer is a good slayer" becomes your motto&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole collection of Buffy T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;But you won't wear them - you want to keep them in mint condition.&lt;br /&gt;You've taken up karate and practise your Buffy moves regularly&lt;br /&gt;You refuse to go out after dark... just in case&lt;br /&gt;You have suddenly taken a liking to tweed&lt;br /&gt;You start calling your boyfriend Angel&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to watch Buffy alone because other people just "don't get it"&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself quoting the show several times a day&lt;br /&gt;You go shopping for clothes and only purchase things that have appeared on the show&lt;br /&gt;You always say the words "the wacky", "wiggins" and "a happy"&lt;br /&gt;All your user names on the internet are "Willow"&lt;br /&gt;You start hanging around libraries&lt;br /&gt;You love to hack into the coroners office&lt;br /&gt;You have either a cross necklace or a Claddaugh ring&lt;br /&gt;You decide the graveyard is really cool hangout&lt;br /&gt;You look at abandon warehouses in a whole new light&lt;br /&gt;You never invite anyone into your house after dark&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself in a situation and say "This is something Xander would do"&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly in love with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Your licence plates read "Queen C"&lt;br /&gt;You think "Too much Buffy? Never!"&lt;br /&gt;You name your puppy Willow or Xander&lt;br /&gt;You recite Amy's rat-turning spell when in the company of your older brother&lt;br /&gt;You demand that people call you Buffy&lt;br /&gt;Every time you step out of the shower you say "I seem to be having an extreem case of nudity"&lt;br /&gt;You appoint yourself a watcher and choose someone to study/train etc.&lt;br /&gt;You stay away from your teacher just incase they turn out to be prey-matis'&lt;br /&gt;Your room looks like a shrine, you have Buffy posters as wallpaper, a Buffy bedspread, curtains etc.&lt;br /&gt;You won't take cookies or mini pizza's from your Mom's new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;You find a whole new liking for miniture golfing&lt;br /&gt;You hear that song "I hope you dance" and think of fighting Faith&lt;br /&gt;You cried two hours after the fifth season finale of Buffy was over because she died even though you know she is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;You pondered becoming a vengance demon after your last breakup.&lt;br /&gt;You own enough Buffy comics and novels to have your bedroom be considered a fire hazard.&lt;br /&gt;You won't go out past sunset unless armed to the teeth with stakes, crosses, and holy water.&lt;br /&gt;You have crosses nailed over every window and door.&lt;br /&gt;You start tracking the local murder rates after a new girl moves into town.&lt;br /&gt;You read all the occult books in the school library searching for the Watcher diaries.&lt;br /&gt;To you, sexual protection isn't birth control, it's making sure you're partner is human.&lt;br /&gt;You practice sticking thumbtacks through houseflies and mosquitos--"Just to be safe."&lt;br /&gt;You perform the reverse invitation spell after every visit from some person you haven't recently seen in sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;You insist on traveling from class to class via the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;You try to exorcise the possessing hyena spirit when your best friend gets PMS.&lt;br /&gt;You cast a gypsy soul curse on the sadistic principal who gave you a suspension.&lt;br /&gt;You whittle wooden stakes.&lt;br /&gt;You kick doors open.&lt;br /&gt;You carry around a stake, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;You take long walks in the cemetery at night.&lt;br /&gt;You have a strange fear of hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;You don't complain about going to church anymore because you remember that your supply of Holy Water is running kind of low.&lt;br /&gt;You wear crosses every day and have a vast selection of them.&lt;br /&gt;You never verbally invite anyone into your home.&lt;br /&gt;You keep all your important information on yellow disks.&lt;br /&gt;You avoid fraternity parties.&lt;br /&gt;As a rule you don't like to be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are fearful that if they call during "Buffy Hour" they'll be in for a long lecture the next day.&lt;br /&gt;You bookmark the Coroner's Office Web Site as a favorite place.&lt;br /&gt;When you hear that there's a new librarian at your school, you slam open the doors of the library and yell; "Okay. What's the sitch?".&lt;br /&gt;You can recite a whole Buffy episode(s).&lt;br /&gt;You wallpaper your room with pictures of the Buffy cast and complain when there isn't enough space to put them all up.&lt;br /&gt;You ask a priest to bless your bottle of Perrier.&lt;br /&gt;Just for the hell of it, you enter Moloch into several search engines.&lt;br /&gt;You name your doll Miss Edith.&lt;br /&gt;You let your bird die of starvation.&lt;br /&gt;You paint your nails like Drusilla.&lt;br /&gt;When your brother comes back from the zoo, you won't let him in the house.&lt;br /&gt;The only way you know how to say the word bitch is 'bitca'.&lt;br /&gt;You get your hair cut like Buffy's and your hairdresser keeps remarking that the picture you show her (for your haircut) looks oddly familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you quote Buffy Verse, you laugh hysterically while your friends stare at you like you've grown another ear.&lt;br /&gt;You always protest that Buffy is NOT a ditz's name.&lt;br /&gt;When watching a new Buffy episode, people gawk at you when you manage to say the actor's lines right before they do.&lt;br /&gt;You can't think of a thing to talk about with people who have never watched a Buffy episode.&lt;br /&gt;You spend hours on the net looking for new Buffy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;You get really really excited whenever you do find any new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;You sit on a grave twirling a yo-yo and say: "Come on, rise and shine. Some of us have a ton of trig homework waiting at home."&lt;br /&gt;You look for padlocked sewer access systems in mausoleums.&lt;br /&gt;You decide to be Buffy for Halloween but your friends don't notice a change.&lt;br /&gt;You own everything possible with the words Buffy the Vampire Slayer on them.&lt;br /&gt;You get wigged out by mimes and dummies.&lt;br /&gt;You have a chest in your room with a fake bottom that contains garlic, stakes, holy water and crosses.&lt;br /&gt;You freak whenever you have a substitute biology teacher.&lt;br /&gt;You never go out with your boyfriend on the night of the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;You avoid supposedly empty warehouses.&lt;br /&gt;You have a fear of railroad spikes.&lt;br /&gt;You punish your dolls.&lt;br /&gt;You get a wheelchair just so that you can be called "Roller Boy".&lt;br /&gt;You never have sex with your boyfriend for fear of what might happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;You take up tae kwon do, kick boxing, karate, street fighting and gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;You eye your librarian to see if they're trying to tell you that you're the next Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;You sleep with a stake under your pillow.&lt;br /&gt;You sneak out of your bedroom window at night and hang out at the park because you've heard that several people have died there lately of exsanguination.&lt;br /&gt;You're horrified of people who have never even heard of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;You want to kill people who dis the show.&lt;br /&gt;You dream of past lives as a Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you have a dream and you see your friend in it you run up to them the next day and choke them as you shout: "What do you know?".&lt;br /&gt;You never sign in someone's yearbook "Have a nice summer!".&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to use the word Master.&lt;br /&gt;You write Buffy FanFic.&lt;br /&gt;You date men whom you meet in dark alleys (but only after kicking them in the head).&lt;br /&gt;You bring a fire extinguisher to cheerleading tryouts.&lt;br /&gt;You get nominated at school as "Person Most Likely To Be The Next Slayer".&lt;br /&gt;You buy knee-high boots.&lt;br /&gt;You get five holes pierced in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;You're on a first name basis with all the actors of BtVS except that you've never met them.&lt;br /&gt;Though they used to appreciate your interest, the actors on BtVs are now scared to death of you.&lt;br /&gt;You check people's lockers to make sure they don't have any books such as 'Gray's Anatomy' and 'Mortician Desk Reference'.&lt;br /&gt;You read a Buffy transcript at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;You befriend a computer genius and her dorky friend.&lt;br /&gt;You file complaints that the substitute biology teacher is harassing you.&lt;br /&gt;When asked what your hobbies are you answer; "Slay...slay...slave to the television".&lt;br /&gt;As far as you are concerned, Buffy and co. are actual people.&lt;br /&gt;You drive to California to look for Sunnydale, you dial operator and ask him where it is, operator says there is no such place and you yell back at him that he's probably in league with some demons to keep you out of Sunnydale.&lt;br /&gt;You enroll at Torrance High School.&lt;br /&gt;All the actors on the show are shown a picture of you and are told to stay away at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;When asked what you'll do when you're older you answer either dead or it's already been 'sealed in fate'.&lt;br /&gt;You tape all Buffy episodes, then retape them so they're in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;You buy all the CDs of songs that have ever been on Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;You've been to all 1000 or so Buffy sites on the net.&lt;br /&gt;You legally change your name to Buffy Anne Summers (or another character from the show).&lt;br /&gt;You practically had a nervous breakdown when the series ended.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot remember what you did with your life before Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;Your motto is 'Life is short' or 'Seize the day'.&lt;br /&gt;You never bring your date to the morgue.&lt;br /&gt;When buying your Halloween costume you make sure it's something you'd like to be in real life.&lt;br /&gt;You always beat up a snitch.&lt;br /&gt;You nail crucifixes to your wall.&lt;br /&gt;You needed to visit a grief counselor when Tara died.&lt;br /&gt;You make sure your parents never come to Parent-Teacher night at school.&lt;br /&gt;You watch, mock and laugh at talent shows.&lt;br /&gt;When given an egg for parenting in Sex Ed class you boil it or smash it with something heavy.&lt;br /&gt;You're frightened of cheerleader wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;You avoid saunas, who knows what they put in the steam?&lt;br /&gt;You don't let people with long fingernails get too close to your throat.&lt;br /&gt;You use a Thesulan Orb as a paperweight.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there's a Sadie Hawkins dance at school you lock yourself in your room.&lt;br /&gt;You refuse to buy any candy being sold by the band at school.&lt;br /&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Buffy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/addicted.html"&gt;Get Your Own Addicted Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&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/6161266-111297828608440207?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111297828608440207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111297828608440207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111297828608440207'/><link 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lipid membrane watchamacall it in the bio exam.byebye extrinsic and intrinsic protiens.so i drew it during economics.whihc i din do too well in..i need to work on act noeing the theory.what IS the main macro objectives of government?low inflation..low unemployment..and the rest i couldnt quite rmb..hehe..i said stuff abt foriegn investment and no debt and tt balance of payments thing..&lt;br /&gt;stupid david.WHY chicken out and go for the exam?YOUR QUITTING FMATH TOO!!!and mr blythe!urgh..made me sit for the exam anw.i hadnt even signed in yet!!grr..well, that paper wasnt so bad.juz tt if i had studies grpah theory.or even studied at all, i woulda had a decent pass..hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111278643103847699?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111278599099063037</id><published>2005-04-04T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:13:10.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody exam..first the stupiddd math.with rajat tapping his feet behind me, the clock not working, and juz not enuf time!!!hrmph...but the english was okay..i did the poem..and i finished 20mins early..not a good thing i think..i nearly brought my hp into the exam too!but i managed to stow it in adam's bag for the duration.and he nearly brought it home too..grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111278599099063037?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111250721298082085</id><published>2005-04-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:46:52.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the stupid computer.it cant handle anyth!!!argh..i think i need my own pc or smth..so i dont hav to bother with wotever my parents dnld.this is why dad has his own pc.&lt;br /&gt;i din noe insane aquarium could be played on a palm pilot!hehe..weiwen is gooddd..he lends me his to play games on..there r sooo many games!!!hehe..kieth is evil.i wanna play jawbreaker on his, but nooo,does he hand it over?nooooo...how could u even juz sit and listen to pastor gerald..he uses old jokes.he is BORING.&lt;br /&gt;manatee is joining tcc!yayy..hehe..and i stil cant figure how they split the cells.coz like, since uwc is nxt to acjc, how the heck is the area different?soo strange.weird thinkingg...&lt;br /&gt;goodd..more ppl to take the bus with me..hehe..now the team includes nash and his bro.huz name i cant spell.issit indren or smth?hahaz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111250721298082085?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111250721298082085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111250721298082085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111250721298082085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111250721298082085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-stupid-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111236888525027240</id><published>2005-04-01T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:21:25.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>simba got bigger!i can carry him tho..at 5mths he's small for a golden retriever..i think the petshop lied abt his age or smth.mebbe he's only 4mths old?hrmm..i hav to rmb to wish chelsa happy birthday on monday..&lt;br /&gt;i dont like holidays like this.coz it isnt a holiday.what a cheat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6161266.post-111226498793116739</id><published>2005-03-31T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T18:29:47.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>illinois.galesburg, illinois.i cant even spell illinois w/o looking at the letter..and it wasnt even signed by the dean of admission.it was a copied signature tt was printed on the space at the bottom of the letter.you create ur own destiny, you choose the path, you can be &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, you're free to flourish..propaganda frm knox college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111226498793116739?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111215862044698334</id><published>2005-03-30T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T12:57:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doing math today..its juz so boring.really..yesterday was gor's mom's bdae!!haha..happy birthdayy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111215862044698334?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111215862044698334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111215862044698334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/wwarmaastoundingnneglectedddignifiedaa.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111183061939124223</id><published>2005-03-26T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:57:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in the library..and the browser stuff is in chinese.fan ti zhi too!!not zian ti..so hard to decipher..&lt;br /&gt;we got an upgrade to the presidential suite!hahaz..its cool1i love the sound system!theres a piano!!16 tv sets!!a sauna, and ther are 3 bathrooms!!hehe..a biggg jacuzzi..andd jlo stayed there!mariah carey too!!also bill clinton, some china famous guy huz name i dun remb, mic jagger, and keenu reaves!!!hehehez..&lt;br /&gt;i din get any studying done the past few days coz my grandmother stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh,and thers a personal butler too!!!hahaz..scott was so funny, he was telling us to use a bell to call ryan..hehe..and my mom was all like, okiee, we'll tell ryan tt scott told us to call him to do our every bidding!so he quickly said " dont tell ryan scott teach you, scott only teach u how to call him!" with the hongkee accent of course..he also said smt abt "im only a butler, but ryan is personal butler" hehehez..dad told scott to spk to me in canto.the attempt at learning..haha..itz been 16 years of listening to canto.i dunno how i'm gona start gettin it now..&lt;br /&gt;i got the family history told..evidently my paternal grandfather fell in love with my grandmother upon sight, then started gg aft her.aafter he got dunno hu to intro and blah blah long chain of ppl hu were involved...and coz at tt time she was an announcer at the race track, he would go ther every day to catch her for dinner after work..thus preventing any1else from dating her out..hehehez..wot a plan.. andd,evidently i have a half  aunt.coz when my grandpa went to hong kong, without my grandma-coz she was busy having dad..hurhur.points finger at culprit. he cheated on her with a dancing girl.man, the expression on her face and the way she said "dancing girl" was quite angry..she said she is still mad at tt..oh well.dad says tt it was coz he was in hongkong without a clue to wot the rest of his family was up to n all..i still think he shudnt hv cheated..there was a girl frm tt 'union' too..san san or smth.now in toronto i think.. man, family history is so weird..in between tt i found out tt my grandfather was a lawyer hu was also a professor at this university..hrmm..better not tell tt to my teachers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111183061939124223?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111183061939124223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111183061939124223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111183061939124223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111183061939124223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-in-library.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111155407599552021</id><published>2005-03-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T13:01:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to hk..how to studyyy..really.HOWW?i din even bring all the books..so heavy alreadyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111155407599552021?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111155407599552021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111155407599552021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in my dreamz?i think i dont run arnd enuf while im awake..hahaz..i made up characters and we tried to sabo the jap invasion..they came in bicycles too..i din ride one tho..haha&lt;br /&gt;and then i was made to wake up by my MOM.&lt;br /&gt;kuh,WHYY did u not go to sch??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111146840409319212?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111146840409319212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111146840409319212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111146840409319212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tension&lt;br /&gt;All across the alien nation&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be OK&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who're meant to follow&lt;br /&gt;That's enough to walk you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm the faggot America&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a part of a redneck agenda&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody do the propaganda&lt;br /&gt;And sing along in the age paranoia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new kind of tension&lt;br /&gt;All across the alien nation&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be OK&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We're not the ones who're meant to follow&lt;br /&gt;That's enough to walk you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be an American idiot&lt;br /&gt;One nation control by the media&lt;br /&gt;Information age of hysteria&lt;br /&gt;it's going out to idiot America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6161266.post-111131519716989961</id><published>2005-03-20T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:58:27.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe.ran over to court 6..then had to go back up to court 7 to play doubles..coach hashim and i beat the others,so we r the champions!!!hehehez..i bet my knees will be sooo badly damaged by the time i stop playing tennis.if i keep playing on concrete courts..or hard courts in general..haiz..the assesments came back.din go as badly as i thot it wud.bumped into ppl at american club.that woman and her sons from sicc,dad's frenz, and then mark.&lt;br /&gt;i feel energetic,but theres nth to do.&lt;br /&gt;i am so unfit to b sitting dwn studying.but i have to give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was like, 190.which is alot more than aus$40..and alot of mine was spent on gprs.hrm.but then,it u look at it from &gt;20, to 20, then 2x20.nottt good.and then the confiscation of poor joel's hp..oh  man this is not good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111131519716989961?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111131519716989961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111131519716989961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111131519716989961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111131519716989961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/hehe_20.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111111936961183490</id><published>2005-03-18T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T12:26:58.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its st patricks' day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friendster is green too!!! and that river is gonna get dyed green too.in boston.or was it chicago?hrmm..i forgottt...&lt;br /&gt;melissa and i are really hyper...well wanda is. melissa kind of disagrees because she's tired.&lt;br /&gt;but she's typing. yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;because i have better typing skills =)&lt;br /&gt;and we were typing like this to write an email to omi. i think she is rather confused.&lt;br /&gt;its a confusing letter.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;she'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;melissa is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;wanda thinks so too.&lt;br /&gt;wow. its unanimous.&lt;br /&gt;wanda is pissed because ritika and swati think that naman and her look cute together.&lt;br /&gt;from the fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;melissa thinks she won a diamond thing.&lt;br /&gt;wanda's jealous.&lt;br /&gt;'i want one', says wanda.&lt;br /&gt;omi's gonna get a new horse. i want to see her new horse.&lt;br /&gt;must be pretty&lt;br /&gt;i want a white horse..says melissa.&lt;br /&gt;why white? asks wanda.&lt;br /&gt;because it'll be like a unicorn says melissa.&lt;br /&gt;and unicorns are so cool cuz they can fly over rainbows...like in story books and cartoons and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;wanda says thats pegasus.&lt;br /&gt;melissa doesn't know pegasus.&lt;br /&gt;she likes unicorns though..&lt;br /&gt;unicorns can heal with their uh..horns.&lt;br /&gt;melissa does not know what wanda's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;but she likes unicorns.&lt;br /&gt;wanda said something like allicorns. i don't know what those are.&lt;br /&gt;its like an alligator witha horn. that would be pretty cool..thinks melissa.&lt;br /&gt;thats dangerous says wanda.&lt;br /&gt;they'll kill you...faster...says wanda again.&lt;br /&gt;yes..alligators are scary things...cnotemplates melissa.&lt;br /&gt;and she just made a typo. i am sorry, it was supposed to be contemplates.&lt;br /&gt;wanda just vibrated.&lt;br /&gt;it vibrated the keyboard and it affected melissa's tyyping skills.&lt;br /&gt;wanda's giggling now.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to watch 'teachers' in economics. but mr woolrich wasn't there because he is cycling to phuket! i don't think he'll make it though because that's crazy. woolrich says he'll come back in 2 days, says wanda.&lt;br /&gt;melissa thinks that they're silly for doin this...but she likes mr coskinas..so she hopes he doesn't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;wanda says one of them will fall off their bike.&lt;br /&gt;we were on tv...because we were sending them off. it was silly and there was a silly song about 'i wanna ride my bicycle' it got stuck in melissa's head and she was rather annoyed because its a rather annoying song.&lt;br /&gt;wanda says 'oh shit' because she was doing weird things while sending off those teachers, and so she does not think that will look too ..pretty on tv.&lt;br /&gt;so tired.&lt;br /&gt;wanda was bullying grade 9s.&lt;br /&gt;whoopsiiiie daiiiiiiiisy&lt;br /&gt;the bell just rang/rung..what is it.&lt;br /&gt;rang.&lt;br /&gt;we just looked at pictures.&lt;br /&gt;it scared melissa.&lt;br /&gt;wanda's used to it though because wanda's a scary person! HA HA HA. melissa is VERY funny.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;on page 225 of the new bio text book, theres an obscene picture of a woman breast feeding her baby..says wanda.&lt;br /&gt;melissa thinks wanda is immature =)&lt;br /&gt;wanda still thinks that its disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;silly wanda. thinks melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are done writing here.&lt;br /&gt;we hope you enjoy reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111111936961183490?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111111936961183490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111111936961183490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;a href="http://www.earthportals.com/Portal_Messenger/sitchin.html"&gt;http://www.earthportals.com/Portal_Messenger/sitchin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111103755774409102?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111103755774409102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111103755774409102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111103755774409102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111103755774409102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/httpwww_17.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111097284367783551</id><published>2005-03-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:34:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got omi's email!yayyy..they fin picking the grapes..:P&lt;br /&gt;so rush xia.aft doing the math.got bio,then the trying to get sum1 to get that form for economics extended essay!thank God for joelle!she got one for me..i cant believe i missed rock climbing for safar.i cud've gone.the blacknwhite went.but nooo..i was under the impression that the rehearsal wasnt gonna end so late..and that revolting outfit..wasnt so bad.but OMG... and those circular metal things on the front wasnt even on properly.and they clanged like cow bells!i felt like a COW...urgh..naman and i were too fast.but wth.we did it.nth happened..jhelum's singing was great and the dancing was cool too..haha..and im still wondering about wots gonna happen for tennis..wud i make it or not?&lt;br /&gt;oh crap..tok.i better refresh my memory for the presentation..kim and martina aint gonna b ther!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111097284367783551?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111097284367783551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111097284367783551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111079944682880845</id><published>2005-03-14T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:24:06.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i win and you lose quinten!!!*evil laugh* this is why u  shuda done the stuff!and i juz realized tt i forgot to bring tt damned poster paper!!!arghh...why was i in such a rushhh?!!!&lt;br /&gt;kublai fainted during the middle of the lesson..he juz toppled,and they had like, all the helpers ot hold him uo and coax him to the ramp to get his rider off..mayb it was the heat tt made him faint?fraggle was acting up then..so i din hav a clue abt it till later..why IS fraggle so frisky anw?she's funny too..after i tacked her up and went to get hoof oil, she started scratching her rump on the railing..hahahaz..tt was sosoooo funnyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;stopped by camp on the way back..they hav 34 campers!!so much less than usual..and ther r like, so few full time resources..ken, natalie,um...tt ns guy?and i think tts it..hurhur..sadd!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111079944682880845?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111079944682880845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111079944682880845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111079944682880845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111079944682880845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-win-and-you-lose-quintenevil-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111070297155454511</id><published>2005-03-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:41:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the bird's parents found it!!!it flew into the kitchen last nite b4 i went to church.must've tried to get away from the rain..we kept it overnight..tried to feed it so it wont starve by the nxt day!:)&lt;br /&gt;there was only 4 ppl at court 7.and joel ran off to court 5..hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;i still say bk sucks.macs is wayyy better!the stuff aint microwaveD!!!so stuff it des.u too maurice.go eat more rice or smt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111070297155454511?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111070297155454511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111070297155454511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111070297155454511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111070297155454511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/birds-parents-found-itit-flew-into.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111071734491857672</id><published>2005-03-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:35:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we played nuc.and got rained out again..im still wondering why akshay was ther today..and i thot he wasnt supposed to play tennis anymor..oh well.lisia and i were beating those 2 nj girls..jac and may.we were up 30-15 ..then it was time..hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;akshay and rene spent the rest of the time suaning me.i think rene is juz as bad as mark and addy..poor allision..how does she cope?howww?itz all jokes, but wth..hahaz&lt;br /&gt;found out nath pierced his nose bridge.NOTTT good..the eyebrow piercing was fine being aloneee..called jesh and told her abt it..after some call waiting problems..&lt;br /&gt;renet was lattteee..she brought my dinner tho!haha..2hotdogs!and coke~ which made me hYpER.cabaret was a great show!tho i din expect them to make the seating cabaret style too..hyun kyoo came late too..he sat with renet and i..&lt;br /&gt;steph was convinced tt adam is seb's replacement..hahaz..and she told melissa.and melissa believed.till i tol her.but hehe.how gullible..hahahaz..nownow.when should i break the news to poor steph?&lt;br /&gt;hey renet!!!i like ur pants!!!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111071734491857672?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111071734491857672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tpjcian.net/lin_xianyi/webpage/new/mp3%20player%20v2.html"&gt;http://www.tpjcian.net/lin_xianyi/webpage/new/mp3%20player%20v2.html&lt;/a&gt; xian yi's thinggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://awon.photosite.com/Perth/"&gt;http://awon.photosite.com/Perth/&lt;/a&gt; agne's pics of proj wk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111010530331891924?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111010530331891924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111010530331891924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111010530331891924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111010530331891924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111009961171534245</id><published>2005-03-06T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:00:11.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw kunal and mohit at tt fair thing..which was quite cham.only 2 gd schs..there also were 2 schs tt were also well known for riots..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111009961171534245?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111009961171534245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111009961171534245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111009961171534245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111009961171534245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/saw-kunal-and-mohit-at-tt-fair-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110990599669722003</id><published>2005-03-04T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T16:51:11.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my bio work!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but like hey, i DONT WANNA B A VEGETARIAN.i love my meat and dairy products..hehehez-got milk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Types of vegetarians:&lt;br /&gt;1) Ovo-Lacto Vegetarian: same as VEGAN, but also eats eggs and milk products. This is the most 'popular' form of Vegetarianism.&lt;br /&gt;2) Vegan: excludes animal flesh (meat, poultry, fish and seafood), animal products, and usually excludes honey and the wearing and use of animal products.&lt;br /&gt;3) Dietary Vegan: follows a vegan diet, but doesn't necessarily try and exclude non-food uses of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethical issues: Most people become vegetarian because they believe it is wrong to slaughter animals for food and because they are opposed to the cruelty and suffering inflicted upon the billions of animals reared for food. The effect of meat production on the environment, such as the destruction of vast areas of rainforest for cattle ranching, is another reason commonly cited for becoming vegetarian. Others may become vegetarian because of the links between meat production and poverty and famine in developing countries. The health advantages of a vegetarian diet are another commonly cited reason to become vegetarian, particularly among adults. A dislike of the taste of meat and religious reasons may also be a factor. In conclusion, there are economic reasons, ethical considerations, world hunger issues, and religious beliefs that cause one to follow a vegetarian diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advantages and disadvantages: Appropriately planned vegetarian diets are healthful, nutritionally adequate, and provide health benefits in the prevention and treatment of certain diseases. Key nutrients for vegetarians, including protein, iron, zinc, calcium, vitamin D, riboflavin, vitamin B-12, vitamin A, n-3 fatty acids, and iodine. A vegetarian, including vegan, diet can meet current recommendations for all of these nutrients. In some cases, use of fortified foods or supplements can be helpful in meeting recommendations for individual nutrients. Well-planned vegan and other types of vegetarian diets are appropriate for all stages of the life cycle, including during pregnancy, lactation, infancy, childhood, and adolescence. Vegetarian diets offer a number of nutritional benefits, including lower levels of saturated fat, cholesterol, and animal protein as well as higher levels of carbohydrates, fiber, magnesium, potassium, folate, and antioxidants such as vitamins C and E and phytochemicals. Vegetarians also have been reported to have lower body mass indices than nonvegetarians, as well as lower rates of death from ischemic heart disease; vegetarians show lower blood cholesterol levels; lower blood pressure; and lower rates of hypertension, type 2 diabetes, and prostate and colon cancer. Although a number of federally funded and institutional feeding programs can accommodate vegetarians, few have foods suitable for vegans at this time. Because of the variability of dietary practices among vegetarians, individual assessment of dietary intakes of vegetarians is required. Dietetics professionals have a responsibility to support and encourage those who express an interest in consuming a vegetarian diet. They can play key roles in educating vegetarian clients about food sources of specific nutrients, food purchase and preparation, and any dietary modifications that may be necessary to meet individual needs. Menu planning for vegetarians can be simplified by use of a food guide that specifies food groups and serving sizes.&lt;br /&gt;Alternative sources: The main possible deficiencies are iron , protien, vitamin B12, and fatty acids. Iron is found in leafy green vegetables, pulses, wholemeal bread, dried fruit and pumpkin seeds. eating something high in Vitamin C (or drinking a glass of orange juice) with a meal containing iron-rich foods can triple the amount of iron the human body is able to absorb. Eating a variety of different high-protein foods through the week will compensate for any lack in protien. Good vegetarian sources of protein include pulses (such as beans, lentils, peas or chick peas), nuts, seeds, grains, soya (eg tofu, soya mince), dairy products and eggs. Vitamin B12 is not naturally found in plant foods, so vegans need to eat fortified foods such as breakfast cereals and soya drinks, but eating dairy products and eggs will provide plently of B12 too. The omega 3 essential fatty acids found in oily fish are also found in vegetarian foods such as rapeseed oil, flax seeds and walnuts. Sources: &lt;a href="http://www.ivu.org/"&gt;http://www.ivu.org/&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.vegsoc.org,www.eatright.org/Public/GovernmentAffairs/92_17084.cfm"&gt;http://www.vegsoc.org,www.eatright.org/Public/GovernmentAffairs/92_17084.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110990599669722003?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110990599669722003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110990599669722003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110990599669722003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110990599669722003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-bio-work-but-like-hey-i-dont-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110984708908794515</id><published>2005-03-03T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:51:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahhh..got a new mouse!thank GOD!!!and its the light sensor kind tooo!:)&lt;br /&gt;the twins din show up!!!so i got extra space at the back of the bus!!hahahaz..took a nap too.morning extention of the night's sleep..heehee&lt;br /&gt;mr lumb din show up.so much for rate of change and kinematics.i told him so on the note i left him after waiting abt 18mins b4 i gave up and went to do my phys prac write up..which adam is gonna copy and michelle later told me i forgot to put a table for the variables.arghhh to that.and coz itz only planning a &amp; b i din need the conclusion and evaluation stuff.ARGHHH...&lt;br /&gt;phys was fun todayy..oh,and its subash's bdae todayy.happy birthdayyy!hahaz..so he was first to get charged up..and he even lit a bunsen burner with his fingerr!tt was cool..arnout did it later..but he had to try it quite a few times before getting it lit..and there was one try where the flame went up and then extinguished..strange..we also made a human chain and tried to pass the current down!it works..but hte 6th person doesnt feel anyth tho..and when we got arnout, rene and hannis charged up, we passed it thru 17 ppl!hahahahaz..tt was cool!and later we did some expt which we magnified up on the ohp..there was a daddy long legs spider somewher in the machine!!i got charged up..my hair went standing,and yoonjung did it too!her hair was drier,so it fluffed up more.i even got a picture of it!*evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;i believe a grand total of abouttt 5 ppl went for TOK..hahaz..i had to go to the senior library for safar rehearsal..i think the songs r cool!!and they had tt mahileh song too!hehez,i took a recording of it..when i found out wat i had to do i was snickering away for the nxt few mins or so..hahahahaz..gotta do the chest wriggling!!!i hope i dont crack up in the middle of the runway at the show..&lt;br /&gt;tmr i hav to stay back and get mr lumb to teach me the stuf.i hope i can convince him to lemme climb too..&lt;br /&gt;and now i hv to do the project week article and fin off the economics draft piece!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110984708908794515?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110969316009435095</id><published>2005-03-02T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:06:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh..staying up to get a DRAFT done.&lt;br /&gt;ther is smt wrong with tt sentence.one doesnt nOTTT stay up for smt they done actually NEED yet.&lt;br /&gt;no letters darn it&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i learnt to curse in french and german.i still rmb the french one.but not the german one. itz basically f-.sounds like cognac.hurhur..i'll hv to ask nikki abt the german one again.and i think itz weird tt adrien had to ask tt other french kid abt the words..now isnt he supposed to noe it too??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110969316009435095?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110969388036929366</id><published>2005-02-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:18:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>worldview.geez,we finished our stuff b4 lunch.spent alot of time playing games and pretending to b working.i think its cheated tt we even prepared a skit and then they dn allow us to use it..urgh..well, any we did tt psychological thing.imagine ur going to ur bf/gf 's hse. choose- long scenetic way?or the short unscenetic way? then,u reach the hse.choose- ask the folks to bring tt person out, or go in and GET tt person. and THENN,u go up the stairs.do u find tt person awake? or sleeping? and THEn. the person isnt ther, and u find in ur hand a bouquet of flowers.put on bed?or put on window sill? so since tt person isnt there, u leave.d'ya take the long way?or the short wayy?&lt;br /&gt;tt one basically goes on abt ur love life.first how fast u fall in love, last how fast u fall out of love.then the thing abt getting tt person, it shows hw u handle relationship probs.get others to solve, or do u do it urself? if u choose for tt person to b aslp, it means u wud take him/her as they r, and then the converse for the other option. if the flowers r on the bed, ur more intimate,blah blah, u get the pattern?hahaz.. then rohan gave another one..tt one was quite funnyy..hehez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110969388036929366?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110969388036929366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110969388036929366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110969388036929366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110969388036929366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/worldview.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110934322490159751</id><published>2005-02-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:53:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 Crazy Facts about Howard Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly three decades after the death of Howard Hughes, the Leonardo DiCaprio movie "The Aviator," has ignited renewed interest in the eccentric billionaire.Here, from Pat H. Broeske, coauthor with Peter Harry Brown of the book, "Howard Hughes: The Untold Story," are 10 fascinating facts about the wacky recluse:&lt;br /&gt;1. Determined to learn about flying, the billionaire anonymously applied for and got a job as a baggage handler with American Airlines for $115 per month.&lt;br /&gt;2. In preparation for a 1938 flight, Hughes had thousands of Ping-Pong balls stuffed in a compartment of his plane because he believed it would keep it afloat in water.During a stop, someone opened the hatch and an avalanche of balls poured out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bette Davis' husband found out Hughes was having an affair with her and had a private eye make a tape recording of their tryst. Hughes paid $75,000 in hush money.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hughes was obsessed with breasts. He designed a special halfcup bra for Jane Russell during the filming of "The Outlaw" to give the busty starlet a "braless" look. And he instructed drivers to slow to 2 m.p.h. while driving his girlfriends over speed bumps, for fear the sudden jarring could damage the women?s breasts.&lt;br /&gt;5. When dining out, Howard always ordered: steak, potatoes and peas. But he carried a special utensil, which resembled a tiny rake, to remove the littlest peas.&lt;br /&gt;6. Wife Jean Peters decided she couldn't keep a stray cat she took in, so Hughes sent it to an expensive feline hotel where it had a room with a TV. He also had someone write the cat a monthly letter.&lt;br /&gt;7. After learning that he contracted venereal disease from a girlfriend, he ordered all his clothes and bed linens burned in a bonfire at his Los Angeles estate.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hughes and girlfriend Terry Moore liked to exchange alligator mating calls. He played the deep-voiced male, Terry made the female's soft hoot and clicking sound.&lt;br /&gt;9. He became so afraid of germs he wouldn?t let anyone touch the knobs of his TV. Later, he became convinced that the tube emitted germ-filled rays.&lt;br /&gt;10. During his stays at the Desert Inn in Vegas, he made the chef cut each piece of chocolate cake he ordered into an exact square, which he checked with a ruler. If they weren?t square, he sent them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110934322490159751?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110934322490159751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110934322490159751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110934322490159751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110934322490159751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/10-crazy-facts-about-howard-hughes.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110933974297235817</id><published>2005-02-25T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:03:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have so totally whacked the calculus test.and i forgot to do it in the name of jesh..urghh..then i get revelations in tuition.which i shuda gotten during the test,for example: use wot i learnt.&lt;br /&gt;met up with desmond and went over to pass joce her bday prez.but she was out..clubbing i bet..i thot des was a girl from far..coz he looked shorter and his shorts were billowing arnd like a skirt..hehez..and i think i need to reassociate  with the scgs ppl i dont see too much.i met a grp of ppl i knew when i went to get coke, and i could remb any of their names!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110933974297235817?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110933974297235817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110933974297235817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110933974297235817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110933974297235817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-have-so-totally-whacked-calculus.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110934727219764005</id><published>2005-02-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:01:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaz..acjc was v/fun!martina and i crashed aft they all signed in, and then we went to assembly..it's been ages since I'd said the pledge or sang the anthem!and im so used to rushing the pledge from scgs time..when i started saying the pledge(felt like an automatic habit.see the poison?!) emma turned n looked quite surprised..hahaz..meb she thot we were supposed to noe it..hehehez..funnyfunny..walking in was also funny,every other turn i felt like i was bumping into so many ppl!the scgs, the acs..hahahaz!found jasmine,andrea, nat b, tessa, hiren, hugh,addy,ally,mark, tim, zhixing, charissa (both of them), maeyan, chewy, lincon, tingwen. charles, dotdotdot...i think its bad tt i cant even remb some names!i met quite some ppl too..both the amos' and then some ppl with cheena names, then those ppl in hugh's class, then the ppl in jevan's class.. oh yea,and cindy khoo!hahahaz..saw her at pe!and i saw qixiu too..he looks different..somehoww.din see any jc2s..saw manatee tho..im taller than her!hehehez..&lt;br /&gt;mark addy n i tried to call mikey..din turn out well..bad reception.n i couldnt find david to remind him abt the copy of exodus!urghh..&lt;br /&gt;the acs tie looks good w/uwc uniform!looks really smart too..haha to quote martina..&lt;br /&gt;when i followed hugh to his phys lecture i wrote physics rocks on the paper b4 i started drawing tt dragon for ally.insurance.justincase the lecturer decided to b an ass..hugh got caught by him..din take out his module an d we kept yakking away.and yes.he is starting to blend with the brainers!and yes, i believe if he doesnt start paying attention in class he is so going to repeat jc1..its said a third of the jc1s in acjc repeat..i can imagine whyyy..the fmath class is nuts too!they sing and eat and sms in class.brill..&lt;br /&gt;i think its too bad i said too much during the lit class.for jevan's class.their little gang of 4 did their "presentation" of their sonnet..which i think din quite work.i hav a pic of tt..hope i can put it on the comp tho..too bad i got them more hwk to think abt..hurhur..and pity tt gp teacher is soo thick..&lt;br /&gt;i like the food there!hahaz&lt;br /&gt;aft sch went to hang out w/tessa.to town!!how convenient tt she can juz walk home..we cabbed, and dropped hugh at the mrt station along the way..on the way outta the cab i whacked my knee on the reciept printer.i walked arnd town with a bleeding knee tt i din even notice till i got home and showered!hahaz..we say jae and andy and liz and this other cis guy at cine..tho we din watch a movie in the end..we went to taka and i got presents for many, joce and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to borders..&lt;br /&gt;then we went off home..i had to take a bus.argh that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110934727219764005?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110934727219764005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110934727219764005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110934727219764005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110934727219764005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/hahaz.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110891826183460642</id><published>2005-02-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:51:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg..no phys test!and i'd been stressing the whole time at worldview abt it!argh..well.at least i got help from the ppl ther..and i met jevan.hu hangs w/the lot of 4a1 2004 barker.figuresss.lalalaz..my team is called chaos!guess hu came up with that?*evil laugh* and guess who practically cheated thru all the activities.example: 'swimming' to  the island instead of rafting the whole way, stepping on the 'ocean'.rescuing rohan, hu got eaten by a croc or smt..hrm.well.we did sing 3 songs.baa baa black sheep, twinkle twinkle little star, happy birthday!hahaz.. and thus we are national swimmers hu should b looked out for at the sea games.hehez..then at the spider web we cheated too.i started adjusting the holes while tt indian guy wasnt looking.i dragged arthur into doing tt too.made sure ppl sneaked to the other side!haha..itz good tt the i/c of the game din understand chinese!&lt;br /&gt;the food is lame.ismail keeps eating too much.and he runs off to smoke after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;wisdom is the application of knowledge.dude, u so not wise.&lt;br /&gt;wife got my name wrong.its two of those triangle things..not juz one circle with tt connecter thing..hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ahhh..i fin my physics!after 2 days of asking!hahaz..the only ppl tt did get something done were catlin+tessa+stef+judith+daniela minus mark!hahaz..and plusplus for jun! huzzah procrastination!i even got my f math nearly done..gotta print the list..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the worldview is realllyyy badly done.seriously,if this happened at superteens,the resources would b in major deep shit..we were soo late.and they were quite indecisive too..plus the pictionary game was a FLOP.the ppl in my grp, grp 1, cud see the words tt liqi had  on the paper.SO HUGEEE.its extremely hard to miss.mango tree.juong birdpark.swatch.plastic chair.honestly..those r juz..NOT stuff for pictionary.&lt;br /&gt;we spend too long dwelling on issues tt had already been decided upon.coz the stuff get re-explained a few times,then points re said by ppl..hrmm...the vision paper is gonna b a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;i got a reminder tt i shuda gotten tt econ essay done..josh did it.he studies economics at smu..which reminds me, joel found an emu on the farm..which i think he said he caught..or shot.i hv no clue..hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;i woke up earllly in the morning coz i FROZE.and i din noe wher my bag was,{we moved so much last night la.and i was groggy] or i wuda snatched up my towel to use for an extra blanket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;example&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehez..also hand whippy gay ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110891826183460642?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110891826183460642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110891826183460642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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great,wot abt english??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110874252313937269?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110874252313937269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110874252313937269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110874252313937269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110874252313937269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110856945246147991</id><published>2005-02-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:57:32.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got the music to work lalalalala!now i can listen to the bone! &lt;a href="http://www.1077thebone.com/listenlive.html"&gt;http://www.1077thebone.com/listenlive.html&lt;/a&gt; yayyyyyyy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110856945246147991?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110856121808919501</id><published>2005-02-16T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:40:18.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they got our letters and the cd today!yayy..the postman delivers is fast!we thot it wuda arrived on friday..i miss them all so much!!!and i still think home sch is way better than norm sch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110856121808919501?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110856121808919501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110856121808919501' title='0 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blossom,but she was being stubborn..so i got a switch! kublai is semi blind in his right eye coz he had a fight with rama!baddd rama.why does he hav the stupidity to figh with kublai?kublai is like, 2 hands taller than him!&lt;br /&gt;extrememly glad =P tt was so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HaPpY VaLenTiNe'S DaY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110838231584198433?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110838231584198433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110838231584198433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110838231584198433'/><link 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flirty run! XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110801613803793267?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110801613803793267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110801613803793267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110801613803793267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110801613803793267'/><link 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border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110801511856728291?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110801511856728291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110801511856728291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110801511856728291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110801511856728291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-pose.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110801509241700122</id><published>2005-02-10T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:58:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/131.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/131.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnus,melissa,omi- soaking up the rays!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110794577809182375</id><published>2005-02-09T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:42:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/152.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/152.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel and agnus&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110794577809182375?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110794335793811593</id><published>2005-02-09T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:02:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/18.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/18.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more grooming&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110794335793811593?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110794279771959261</id><published>2005-02-09T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:53:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/122.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/122.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing that game.i dunno wot itz called, but i find it weird tt one can b hurt by it.i got cut by amity!hahahaz&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110794071269027500</id><published>2005-02-09T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:18:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/145.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/145.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt cap was taken frm joel,and that chook really juz wants to have itz meal..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6161266.post-110794045870718277</id><published>2005-02-09T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:14:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/39.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/39.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa milking!tts seth in the corner&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110794045870718277?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110794045870718277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110794045870718277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110794045870718277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110794045870718277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/melissa-milkingtts-seth-in-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110794037413236341</id><published>2005-02-09T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:12:54.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/44.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/44.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel cleaning the udder b4 milking betsy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110794037413236341?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110794037413236341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110794037413236341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110794037413236341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110794037413236341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/joel-cleaning-udder-b4-milking-betsy.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110794032443093120</id><published>2005-02-09T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:12:04.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are dead yabbies in that!!!we all got into it.joel has the picture of it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6161266.post-110793993095370526</id><published>2005-02-09T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:05:30.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/92.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/92.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look!!!my babbbyyyyy..hehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110793993095370526?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110793993095370526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110793993095370526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110793993095370526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110793993095370526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/lookmy-babbbyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110793991166656312</id><published>2005-02-09T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:05:11.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/75.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/75.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....do i look like a terrorist?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110793991166656312?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110793987560238702</id><published>2005-02-09T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:04:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/67.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/67.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the lake.look at all our shadows!the fish aint eating the food la.but wot to do..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110793979819693277</id><published>2005-02-09T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:03:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/110.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/110.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww..the joey's kissing omi!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110793979819693277?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110793970355816326</id><published>2005-02-09T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:01:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/171.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/171.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korean food..mmm rice after sooo lonnng without!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110793970355816326?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110783611707978538</id><published>2005-02-08T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:15:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been waking up soo late.yesterday at 1pm.today at 11am..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110783611707978538?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110783611707978538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110783611707978538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110783611707978538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110783611707978538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-been-waking-up-soo-late.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-111131609029764974</id><published>2005-02-06T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:54:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 7&lt;br /&gt;we gotta go back to singapore..so sad.&lt;br /&gt;seth cooked yummy pancakes tho!=P good to eat..i made mine soo sweet.honeyyy.plus the jam.hehehez.but then again i do worse at american club.plus the icecream!!!hehehe&lt;br /&gt;i would be soo happy to stay and not have to go to singapore.then i wont have to deal with humidity.YUCKK.&lt;br /&gt;i think we said goodbye for a veryy long time.i sabo-ed seth into a hug..hahaz..shake hands then pull him in..it wuda worked better if i din hv my bag on me.oh well,better than the others.he juz kept running away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-111131609029764974?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/111131609029764974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=111131609029764974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111131609029764974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/111131609029764974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-7-we-gotta-go-back-to-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110934302548869639</id><published>2005-02-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:25:01.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 6&lt;br /&gt;woke up, they went to do their hair.i din take so long to get ready..so i ran away..hurhur i wud not want my hair curled..agnes looks good with it tho..&lt;br /&gt;seth took an hr to milk the cow..slowpokemotormouthhhhh.hehehez...&lt;br /&gt;i helped dominique to feed the horses,then joel came dwn w/suki..who covered me in her hair.conveniently..and scratch marks..she's smaller than lucy and she's a farm dog..at least the scratches she leaves dont swell..&lt;br /&gt;i hide. it worked!;)&lt;br /&gt;supposed to take chaucer's car to the train station, but his sports car is wayy too low..and all of ue was wayy too heavy for it..so he drove off for work and joel drove up in the van.unfair tt he gets to drive..grr..and i juz realised how stupid it is to sit in the front.esp since tts the most dangerous place to b.if he crashed, i wuda been the goner..if he had crashed.itz stick shift.how does one drive stick shift??&lt;br /&gt;well, i survived the lack of make up till the station, then omi dragged me into the toilet and pinned me to the wall, then started to apply make up on me..since when did she get so strong?!no make up was juz fine!!realllyyyy...and sneakers are better than heels!hehez..wanda wins!&lt;br /&gt;short message service is a GREAT invention..hehez..&lt;br /&gt;watche the 4400..such a long movie..mebbe we shuda watched pride and prejudice.hrm.but tts long too..oh well, we had fun at  the cottage later!hahaz..i was so high i dont really wanna noe wot i said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110934302548869639?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110934302548869639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110934302548869639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110934302548869639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110934302548869639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-6-woke-up-they-went-to-do-their.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110874232645012062</id><published>2005-02-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:42:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 5&lt;br /&gt;woke up to birds flapping arnd overhead..and twittering.so i went to kachow dominique amity and seth.veronica and richard chickened out last night.joel cheated and slept in the house..&lt;br /&gt;seth was so bad so suki..she got so irritated..he put her in his sleeping bag.then she go out,quite the pissed..and seth started jumping arnd covered up in his sleeping bag..suki attacked him!haha..reminds me of fluffy!he looked like a bloated caterpillar!hahaz..taxxon.&lt;br /&gt;blue blew BLACK snot onto my shirt.smart.how did it become BLACKK?&lt;br /&gt;went to the neighbouring farm..they have 2 dogs.chief and benji!benji is soo cute!i love his coat!the farm had marron and silver perch!the blue marron r so pretty!they own blossom.and they keep sheep.that got tricked by me..haha..suki followed us.uncle ray tied her up..but she got away..&lt;br /&gt;the shentons used ot keep geese..but this fox had some killing sprees..&lt;br /&gt;we weeded..the vege garden.in which there was only 2 things i usually eat..long beans and CORN!:P pics were taken to prove we did smth..&lt;br /&gt;the horses ate out of their minds!!!blue and boof messed my shirt.snot and fuit juice.which they liked alot..hahaz..and so did i!:P tommy n boof followed me arnd trying to see if i would give them some juice..hahahaz..i rode boof,and dominique sat behind me.thru the paddocks and spikey stingy leaves we went!the great hermlacron females...nvm tt crap..hehez..braving the great heat,and the perils of the roads!we reached the arena!but not without boof trying to crow hop us off..hahaz..i dont think the rest had that prob..we all rode double..the poor over laden horses..weeelll,they still had plenty of energy to run at the arena..when i trotted on boof, joel's hat plopped off into the middle of the arena..hahaz..was quite funny really..and im still amazed tt melissa managed to cling onto tommy after losing both her stirrups!u go girl!hahaz..she hung on, the cap didnt!&lt;br /&gt;when we got back i chugged down the milk like it was nobody's business even after 4 glasses of water!how did i do tt...joel said i could keep his cap.veronica asked me if i was gonna keep it, n then i asked joel, n he said okay.hrmm..could it b little sister magic?&lt;br /&gt;hoi! stop suaning!!&lt;br /&gt;onward to the beach- where i spent a good amt of time running away from ppl threatening to toss me into the ocean..hahaz..and also from the suaners.well, i din get to play on the bigger waves,but hey,i got enuf sand on me as it is..=S at the park there were some guys playing cricket.yuckkk..&amp; we played soccer, then later i played catch with joel..for dinner there was fries and hotdogs!ahahaz..MY KIND OF FOOD!i'll ditch the cheena food for this anyday!a friend of their fam was there..amity's horse,barret.he koped the tennis ball, so seth joel and i ran after him, then joel managed to get the ball, n he ran off to the far side of the park.i think its so unfair how guys run so much faster than girls..grr..and then joel goes for a run down the beach..if i'd tried to, i wuda been too distracted by the sand to run anywhere..hahaz..anti-sand!!&lt;br /&gt;i stepped on eggshell.how cud tt happen?&lt;br /&gt;i spent the ride back playing all those hp games on joel's cell..i wish ther was snake2 on my hp..hahaz.and it wud be good if there was a lack of suaning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110874232645012062?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110874232645012062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110874232645012062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110874232645012062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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convenient way for chaucer to get his car clean..pay his little brother.and it comes out squeaky clean!hahahaz..&lt;br /&gt;besty clipped her hoof on the milk bucket.her manure and hay stuffed hoof.we got tt poop in the milk.so it got thrown out..wad a waste!hm.im glad i noe how tp milk a cow now at least..not as fast as joel or seth but still. i CAN!&lt;br /&gt;we tried making yoghurt.itz gotta set.&lt;br /&gt;go to beach!which is filled with sand.but the beach is a good one!clean.sparkly BLUE water.not grey/green like in singapore..&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed omi's tankini top.&lt;br /&gt;the water is COLD.also exceptionally salty!(duh.but still!) we did body surfing!tho the waves werent quite big enuf..haha..ther was one wave tt knocked me over tho..i ended up being kicked onto the shallows where i got a facial from the sand.tt hurt.and it wasnt even properly done.hahah!good thing i din bleed..exfoliating sand.which got under the tankini.ho zho dang ar..ho yang ar.ho mah fan!qi xin..hehe&lt;br /&gt;tried to build a fort with joel.din work.destroyed by the waves..so we built a moat to protect it..and then we gave up on it..&lt;br /&gt;walking on the beach was sooo bad, the sand felt like an oven!i need to get tougher feet.&lt;br /&gt;ate at this park nxt to the beach, then played soccer.i was the only one playing tt wore sneakers..hehez..at least this time i din tear my ligament!we tried to get the guys tt were sitting in that rest house to play with us..so we aimed the ball into ther,it worked,but they din wanna play.i felt scorched, so i retired into the shade..they tried again.still din work tho..omi flirted so much with the guy uh had the beer belly.he was cute.too bad abt the belly..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanda wins&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;the guys even waved and yelled goodbye when we left..much to our dismay..luckily aunt manuella or uncle reay din seem to realize tt we knew them.they juz thot the guys were being friendly..&lt;br /&gt;went for ice cream!!we all had a tub each.i couldnt finish it.joel finished it off.amity was supposed to ,but she wasnt allowed.melissa finished hers and some..&lt;br /&gt;found a mouse in the shed!we fed the horses when we returned.i also discovered i was burnt.so i rubbed aloe vera on my arm..i have a tan.from the tankini.a cross behind my back.and then some...&lt;br /&gt;camped out in the lawn!they tossed some grapes at us asa we slept.i din realize they threw it..i thot it was some bird..suki slept with us.and i tried to sleep w/o making my burnt shoulders hurt more..din really work.chaucer came to talk to us..about erm.i forgot wot.smth to do with smth some ppl found on the beach..the others saw comets.i'd ditched my glasses by then and missed it all..&lt;br /&gt;mel and i did our dare!chaucer's abs r cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110856865751073145?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110794024385396046</id><published>2005-02-03T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:51:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/640/160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/196/3496/320/160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where we played badminton&amp;volleyball, and we camped out and wher omi&amp;amp;i squashed on tt teeny tiny lounge chair did the prickly legs battle as we all admired the quantity of stars!=D hahahaha &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 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/&gt;blue did his usual not trotting thing.if only he responded to more than juz clucking..then my legs wudnt hv felt useless in urging him forward..and since i wore jeans, the stirrups pinched my legs too..hahaz..plus al tt posting after ages of no riding din help..i managed nearly 2 feet i think.omi made me jump and jump and jump, juz so she could get a shot of me jumping! i so gotta remb to stand up in the stirrups to balance when the horse jumps..i think i managed to do it properly twice..hahaz..other times i did it too late coz i was distracted w/steering..i got pics of blu and boof rolling after their rinse!!the others got back at joel and i for splashing them at the lake.i got splashed abit.thankfully.joel got chased arnd..&lt;br /&gt;omi managed to catch lulu and we brought her to the lawn while we had our morning tea!i lovee the juice!:D     mom and auntie hannah came by.not for long tho.i thot they wuda gotten lost along the way..hehe..tt wuda been interesting!        lulu is super scared of the rope.maybe she was hit by the lead rope by a previous owner?she's scared of water too..&lt;br /&gt;played badminton!so not good for my tennis.the last time i played badminton for pe and my forehand went soo weird...seth mel joel and i were against agnes amity lucia dominique.i believe we won!:P&lt;br /&gt;bread making!!i did weird knots..hehe..blind eye knot, reef knot!and the normal sorta knot..ahahaz..plus a smiley face!&lt;br /&gt;went to animal reserve..dot had a female bandicoot tt was mauled by a cat..and roos.well, wallabys too..we carries one of them!he kept liking us..must b all the salt on out skin.haha..she' keeps sheep and alpacas!2 alpacas!one dark choc in color, and the other an albino1i love its eyes!too bad the poor guy is deaf..&lt;br /&gt;when we got back, omi and joel had to run off to their computer course.3hrs off to the city..&lt;br /&gt;uncle ray brought us out to the vineyard. showed us the grapes..they taste good and hav yeast on their skin..that makes the alcohol!he told us how to make wine too...showsed us the wine cellar also..they produce 400 bottles of wine/yr...at this point of time..&lt;br /&gt;flying fox over the lake?!cool!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;shooting. lucia was closest to pin!haha..i need to learn to relax more.i feel myself tensing u juz b4 i fire.thus jerking the rifle up abit and well,basically not keeping it stil.hur.itz a miracle i even hit the target..hahahaz..30m away.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.seth and the tickling!ho zho dang..&lt;br /&gt;at night- wildlife spotting!and we saw ducks.sat in the trailer.on the bags of hay tt joel bagged earlier.our torches were sooo lame compared to the torch that they had.i call it a SPOTLIGHT. they ALL were yakking off abt joel and me.basket la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ghost stayed at lilly pilly cottagr b4!but now its gone.hrmm.well,they sure got freaked abt it.we're all saved, so why be afraid?it was so funny when suki plodded into the room and agnes was like: oh your back.       and then.the happy human mind goes ot link it to the ghost..haha!mel and lucia clung on to each other, agnes clung with omi, and i had that sook..tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;watched the mummy!then slept.suki bunked dwn with me.i wish fluffy and tobii could too..except they hav tt I MUST PISS IN THE NIGHT/MORNING thing..hahaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110838338490354566?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110838338490354566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110838338490354566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110838338490354566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110838338490354566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-3-we-got-up-too-late-to-milk-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110802131744321676</id><published>2005-02-01T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:55:53.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day2&lt;br /&gt;i swear i din hear the alarm at 5.30!!realllyyy..but i manages to get up!!i din wanna hv omi jump on me..hahaz..we went for a walk arnd the property,and met blossom.she's supposed to b a racehorse..moves with such grace..ahhhh... xD&lt;br /&gt;cow shit comes in patties.so ew.lulu's manure was so much better to clean.lucky mel, omi and i picked tt!haha..joel, egnes and lucia had betsy's little pen to clean..i forgot who stuck her hand into the compost heap..looking for earthworms.oh well..we cudnt find any.&lt;br /&gt;joel's cubby hse.built by him.and seth too i think.amity told me joel and seth got into deep shit for their password..which was girls suck.that was last yr or smt..and aunt manuella was very sad..hrm.well, if they're careless enough to put such a password written in the back of the sign,then hey, u signed ur own death warrant! the cubby hse is cool! it managed to hold agnus,lucia,ome and me, then joel on hte ladder, without toppling!good foundations..hahaz..here were leftover army rations in the desk, plus some of joel's cash.good thing he locked up the place and climbing up the sides r too dangerous..or he've been robbed by omi for shopping money..hehehez..&lt;br /&gt;then out to the paddock to catch the horses!i rode tommy bareback.itz weird.his back is so short..i rode tommy and blue that day..they both dont go by the usual ttttrot thing.clack and they go.whoopiee!hahaz..im glad i din hv to try boof yet..blue is already so hard to get going..hahaz..I JUMPED!!!yayyy..&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;joel runs faster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went to the lake!!i managed to cycle down the slope.and i have decded that cycling on grass is easier.coz i can cycle on grass..hehehe..joel's taught some of his younger siblings how to cycle.now why cudnt i hv known him last time when i was trying to learn to cycle with suzanna and rodney??darn it..&lt;br /&gt;omi pushed me into the water.the COLDCOLDOHSOSOSOCOLD water thankyouverymuchomidear.&lt;br /&gt;the girls went tanning.i dont noe why.i cant inderstand why.geez the sundamage!hahahaz..so i played frisbee with joel and then later, at HIS suggestion, NOT MINE, with the help of the adults, we splashed lake water on the tanners and i got mytoe cut running away..haha..tt was funny.stupid and painful, but still funny!so i had to hobble over up the hill to the tap with all the ducks and their stuff to wash out the sand from tt cut.too bad i din bleed enuf to flush it all out..then again alot of blood lost isnt good..i still bled enuf to drip arnd the path way and grass..joel offered to carry me but hell, i can walk.or hobble.take ur pick.then i got lazy and got him to carry me to the van..hahaha..tt was fun.and quite embarassing too.every1 was laughing! richard got a splinter in his hand.i hv no idea how.he din stick his hand on a pin cushion  like me..&lt;br /&gt;veronica and richard stuck to me like superglue when we got back..they gave me plums, tissue, flowers...richard gave me a paper fish..haha..i gave one plum to amity and one to aunt manuella..plums r messy.and i was full..i din need a sugar rush when i shudnt b running arnd.&lt;br /&gt;we met chaucer..he's got such hugee muscles!haha...im not suprised he's won competitions b4..being a body builder must be hard work tho..&lt;br /&gt;played bauldergat.i cant spell it.its this trivia game tt chaucer was leading in.and he quit when he was ahead!so unfair.i could have won.&lt;br /&gt;omi sleeping over in our room!we played truth or dare..&lt;br /&gt;omi has to stick her hand into the compost heap&lt;br /&gt;and ihav to ask chaucer to show us his six pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110802131744321676?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110802131744321676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110802131744321676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/2005/02/day2-i-swear-i-din-hear-alarm-at-5.html' title=''/><author><name>wandaywang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07787245882306429129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161266.post-110793514811202952</id><published>2005-01-31T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:42:21.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;day1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the airport..after ditching the parents and trying to get to jesh who was unfortunatly too far away,we hung arnd coffee bean.then we got onto the plane.which wasnt a problem.unlike my mom likes to think. i think its weird,agnes, lucia and mel r sooooo hyper and i juz feel so sleepyy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;skip to the lu my darling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, we got off the plane, trudges thru customs tt hav an immense problem with korean passports and meet uncle ray and omi!!! she looked soo much older..it was so weird..hahaz..and only a yr older too. it took 45mins to get to the farm[which is oh so biggg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love austrailia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dropped off our luggage at this Lilly Pilly Cottage!its soo cool!and i still cant fathom a flower called lilly pilly.hm. i share room w/melissa, and the twins share the other room..the rest of the family was met,(by age) joel, dominique,seth, amity,veronica,richard. we met chaucer later tho. they hav a jack russell named suki! coz she's a sook..haha 4 horses-tommy, blue, boof.they're geldings, and then lulu.huz this mouse of a sheltland pony.fat too..tommy is quarter horse mix smthh, blue is arab mixed some sort of pony, and boof is sheltland pony mix thouroughbred.weird mix tt one.. they hv 2 alpacas, 3 cows, and some chickens.also an earthworm farm..hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;we played on the swing!haha..while i tried to swing seth i lost my footing and got sand in my pants..hehe..oh well..also we played volley ball.then we went to meet the animals, and then we went for the bushwalk. i so should have worn my jeans for tt..=( then i wudnt hv been pricked by all the bushes along the way..gd thing i din go up the big boulder tho.i nv wud hv gotten dwn w/o falling..haha..tho i did get dwn tt hill with splinters in my hand from the pin cushion.i swear..i din noe tt it wud put all those splinters into my handddd!!lucia picked some out with seth's lau ya tweezers from his swiss army knife,and joel wanted to use his blades to dig them out!!!=S not safe that..hahaz..we races back to the parking lot to the waterrr!!nice ice cold waterrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;then we had lunch.which was quiche and salad!hahaz..juz as nice as breakfast..which i had cereal and honeyy..with milk of course..hahaz..then after lunch joel had ot do the dishes, and we played a game of squatter.i cheated the sindhi way and i won.hehehez..with amity helping me steal the bank money.oh yea,i weas banker tooo..heheh..and if joel does business like he did then, he would loose so much..hahaz..no one gives away money to wanda and wins!hehez..i taught amity some tricks with the rubberband too!&lt;br /&gt;shooting after!so fun!hehe..i wish scgs had npcc, i wud happily join coz then i cud've had my fun with a gun!suki was bouncing abt thinking tt we'd shoot dwm some rabbit for her.of one of those twenty eights..&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;flying rats&lt;/span&gt;!!!that r green..hehe..i tricked suki with my barking..it kept her puzzled an quiet for abit..&lt;br /&gt;we went for another walk..this time to the lake tt had 500 fish innit..din look like 500.they din really eat much..walking back, we went by the ruins of some old house..the site had the leg bones of some poor joey that got eaten by the local fox..omi dug up one of the tulip bulbs.i wish i cud've taken it home.but then nth grows well in the balcony.the sun is wayy too strong.omi and i laughed at how joel had become so talkative suddenly.hrm..too bad neither of us ended up telling him to stp flirting..haha&lt;br /&gt;omi and i got back first so we tried to get lulu to chill.din really work.but the food did get her to come..&lt;br /&gt;there was a bug in the shower!!i swear i din see it.but the others did.i think the screams were heard all the way back to the house..in the end melissa caught the bug and threw it out.thank God!&lt;br /&gt;dinner was greatt!i love the potato saladdd!mmmm..=p after dinner i beat omi in chess!yipee..but she beats me hands down in checkers..hahaz..then aft yummy dessert i found out uncle reay plays tennis too!and the kids r trying to get him to build a tennis court on the property..&lt;br /&gt;we did star gazing, while freezing on the lawn..so omi n i dragged the lounge chair from the poolside n squeezed on.somehow.she went to get a blanket from the caravan.so we din freeze.i got poked by omi's pricky legs hair tho!hahahahahaz..we creeped each other out imagining weird faces in the stars.i found a smiley face!and an angry face!hahaz..uncle ray said tt omi was the no.1 loudest person, and i was no.2 loudest person..and when he came to tell us tt, suki erupted barking from under our chair and scared the shit outta us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it seems like sooo much happened in tt day and tt we knew all of them for ages!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110793514811202952?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110793514811202952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110793514811202952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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me&lt;br /&gt;jiyoung is with me&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;we're going to australia&lt;br /&gt;we're so cool&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna live on a farm&lt;br /&gt;and milk cows&lt;br /&gt;and ride horses&lt;br /&gt;and feed chickens&lt;br /&gt;and play with llamas&lt;br /&gt;and the 20 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;so i won't&lt;br /&gt;we're talking about alpacas now.&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;i wil go now&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)hrm.nice girl mel..hyper typinggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110710261809037495?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110710261809037495/comments/default' 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i havnt packed oh nevermind im sure i'll get thru.i prolly will anw..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;things i need to get done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack torch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack farm clothes[old clothes not overalls u hear!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;use shoes tt wont die on me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bring my hp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remember to contact anand when i get ther&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;siam from mom when in perth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not get injured&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not get chaotah..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110697911613698877?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110697911613698877/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>now i lead shamus instead of chester.tt old man gets to lounge arnd in his little pasture chomping his grass.&lt;br /&gt;shamus is victor's new name..hahaz..quite fun tt one.trots sooo much faster than chester!and he can jump 1.4m!!and he dragged bebe flat on her face b4..hurhur..well, at least oliver was guai-er today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161266-110656479581573088?l=the-wanderer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-wanderer.blogspot.com/feeds/110656479581573088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161266&amp;postID=110656479581573088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161266/posts/default/110656479581573088'/><link rel='self' 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