<?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-9898651</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:21:11.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9898651.post-116213384973684003</id><published>2006-10-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:45:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The not so little house of horrors</title><content type='html'>Boo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween at Zouk yesterday night! So many creative costumes - there was a lego man, a guard of hell with the long tongue, hardgay (!) and a group of really loud and wild cavemen - though I didn't manage to take pictures of the nice costumes. Anyway, it was FUN FUN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you guess who the ghost is?? Haha...look for the answer in the pictures below...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While getting a cab, the cars that passed by actually slowed down to watch the freak show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3318.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3318.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3320.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3321.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3321.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3323.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3322.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3327.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3327.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3325.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3325.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hong Kong Policemen!! They are really from Hong Kong! Spoke cantonese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3329.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3329.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An ugly air SIA girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe likes drag queens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_33380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_3340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay! That's all from my camera! There's still some pictures from Winnie (the kinky nurse). Shall upload them when I get them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great week everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH WAITTTT!! LIKE OMG EWWWW. While waiting for the lift home last night, there was a chao flasher!!! He had this really sick smile la...and I saw him pull down his pants as the lift door closed and I quickly looked at the ceiling. ARGH ARGH ARGH. He was fat and pasty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my heel hurts really bad now, I can hardly walk. Lol, all because Marcus bumped into me when he fell down the stairs at Lina's house last night, which also caused me to fall down the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg, can u imagine it? A ghost (hoped you've figure that out by now) who slipped, due to the very smooth wooden stairs and and of all the white sheets covering him, and knocked into a bunny and they go &lt;em&gt;thud thud &lt;/em&gt;down the stairs. Vampire bride, who was already at the bottom of the stairs, stared at ghost and bunny in shock before bursting into laughter. And chinese ghost shouting "Are you all okay?!" as she looks down from the second floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was like a scene from some B-grade comedy movie!! Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, you can go have a great week now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-116213384973684003?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/116213384973684003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=116213384973684003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/116213384973684003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/116213384973684003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-so-little-house-of-horrors.html' title='The not so little house of horrors'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-116161309164437290</id><published>2006-10-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:53:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edit: See! I KNEW IT! George (Grey's Anatomy T.R. Knight) is gay!!! I've claimed that he must be gay and I always thought he was gay - just look at his eyebrows! Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/NewsTrack/view.php?StoryID=20061020-065940-2219r"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; if you refuse to believe it. But whatever, even if it's not true, at least I'm not the only one who thinks so. Sigh...I just have to say it. I told you sooooooooo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy crazy! The past week of school has gone by really fast! I've hardly had sleep and there's countless of things to be done! Other than the beginning of projects, there's so many things to buy, stupid work to get over with (I just got my pay! Yay!), so many birthdays to celebrate and of course HALLOWEEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, let me wish these October babies a very happy happy birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday to Jeremy! Had dinner with the guys at Pasta Mania and then Zeyi drove EIGHT people back home and to Katong to play LAN. EIGHT, Goddammit. Hahahaha...the taxi driver beside our car did a double take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jing Hui! Hope you enjoyed your day today! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Geraldine tomorrow! That lucky girl is in M'sia with her canoe mates now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my wonderful baby Jensen! Yay...Gonna go treat him like a king tomorrow, althought his birthday is on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my aunt who birthday falls on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Happy Birthday to my sister and Cousin in advance (Friday)! Had a buffet lunch at Holiday Inn on Sunday with the whole family and relatives. Yum yum...What is happening to my diet plan to look nice in my Halloween costume??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW! So many birthdays right?! There are like 12 people birthdays in the month of October in my organiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to Halloween! Anyone going to Zouk on the 28th Oct, Saturday? GO OK!! I think it's going to be fun. Haha...my group of friends are going to look so funny. Little Red Riding Hood, Nurse, Napolean, Vampire Bride, Supergirl but possible changing to Chinese Paper Ghost, and Marissa the bunny girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo...Kinky! I think there's going to be a french maid too...and perhaps after abit more persuasion, Calvin and Hobbes will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Supergirl want to be those paper dolls you burn during chinese funeral, but she dosen't want to wear paper clothing because we all agree that it's highly likely that someone will burn her, literally. And if there scenario ever happens, some really smart aleck will try to put out the fire with his jug of Long Island Tea. HAHA! Imagine that! (No, Joe (If you ever read this), I'm not saying you are the smart aleck, just using Long Island as an example.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes! I'm quite excited about dressing up. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, The Prestige is a really good movie, which I'm sure everyone has heard of by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think there's about it (Not counting the never ending gossip, rumours, dramas, lame conversations etc.). I'll be back with many many pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S Entry title is inspired by Gnarls Barkley's Crazy - I like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-116161309164437290?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/116161309164437290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=116161309164437290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/116161309164437290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/116161309164437290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/10/crazy.html' title='Crazy!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-116064442303283200</id><published>2006-10-12T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:13:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>There are so many random thoughts running through my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like putting it all down, but of course, only the superficial thoughts are ever published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my nail polish chip so fast? I only applied it yesterday and its in terrible shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do for Halloween? And Christmas? And ultimately, how am I going to celebrate my 18th birthday? I'm thinking of booking a suite or a bungalow chalet, but what are all my friends going to do other than drink? And so many different groups of people, it is so totally going to be weird. Please don't suggest BBQs, I don't like BBQ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to have it at a club............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my party (if it every comes to life) will be on 9 Dec, Saturday, the night of ZoukOut. So you see, even if I want to have a club party, it's just plain funny to 'compete' with ZoukOut. Shouldn't I just have it at ZoukOut instead? But I have surveyed and the majority would prefer not to ZoukOut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most pressing thought as of now, What to get Jensen for his Birthday? It's in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, clubbing was fun yesterday. Huge turnout of friends! and alcohol! Haha...poor Pei Yi got really wasted. And by the end of the night, everyone slowly disappeared. I wonder what happened to Kisha and her friend? (See another question!) They seemed rather high too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very muddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is excessively watching Princess Hours on Youtube beside me, and Lina is already done watching and gushes how nice it is. I think I'm going to stop thinking and watch Princess Hours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay...Spaghetti for dinner, but it's only 5pm. I want to eat now it's too soon for dinner, and what if I feel hungry later at night??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me in the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-116064442303283200?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/116064442303283200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=116064442303283200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/116064442303283200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/116064442303283200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-116040977961151727</id><published>2006-10-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:09:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawwwnnnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mega tired! Worked with Celeste today at Raffles Place &lt;em&gt;begging&lt;/em&gt; people to do a survey. Help, it's at VivoCity tomorrow. Thank god the job is so flexible and you can slack. The pay is not that bad too, seeing that you can earn $50 for working just 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haven't blogged for about a week because I was busy working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I can't really remember what I did last week except worked, stayed over at Jensen's visited Deone at her workplace at Plaza Singapura (Made with Love, a really nice craft store - go check it out, it's beside Swensen's), hung around town excessively and watched Scoop (good movie!), and celebrated Mooncake festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo!! We went over to Celeste's house on Friday and played Mahjong (!!), ate mooncakes, drink, light many many candles, played with paper Lanterns (Lina had a elaborate dragon lantern however), and played with Sparklers! There was even whistling Sparklers. Haha, fun. Must do this more often, better than hanging out in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so Saturday I had to go for my Uncle's (really chinese) wedding. Wow, a real eye opener. Many ah bengs and ah lians, and there was even an ah mah smoking like a ganster! Wished I took a picture, damn cool! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding ended really late though, so I went really late for the karaoke session. =X Didn't sing at all, and I paid $20. Wow. Real smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, anyways, Happy Birthday, again, Smily! if you ever read this. And to Kisha too! It's her birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt they will ever read it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..so many birthdays in October. That's the main reason why I'm working, to support all the parties to come, and present buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the karaoke session at Partyworld, EVERYONE except me and Celeste went home. Bored, we sat around town for almost 2 hours, and randomly I called a few people and finally we ended up at Kenneth Chiu's/David/Cody's friend John's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, the place is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; nice&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Damn shiok ah, if I can live in this type of house, which will be like never. We played some silly drinking game, and watched and learned to play poker. It was rather fun (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I love the golden retriever Sky/Skye. Sooooooooo beautiful and obedient! Argh, my dream dog. I love cats, but I would trade any cat for Sky/Skye anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer Penguins though. Too bad I can't have them cuddling with me in bed. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that was how I spent my week. And this week, it's another round of parties! Zouk this Wednesday, Jon's Birthday BBQ on Friday, and Celeste's friend's house party on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this sounds like a good last week of holidays. BOO...School starts next week =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am going to catch up on watching Season 3 of Grey's Anatomy! Shall post up pictures of my zoo trip when I have the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye my darlings! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-116040977961151727?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/116040977961151727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=116040977961151727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/116040977961151727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/116040977961151727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/10/yawwwnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115961109737459616</id><published>2006-09-30T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:11:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Maladies</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been having migrane-like headaches from Mon - Thur, and &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; I did (like sleeping more, earlier, not drinking, drinking more water, eating healthier etc.) worked. That is, until yesterday, when I stayed out til 6 in the morning in Cineleisure's KBox, surrounded by alot of beer and a bottle of Chivas, and being a &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;passive smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poof!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel perfectly fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh. Zoo trip has been postponed to tomorrow. Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that means I can stay at home and watch Grey's Anatomy tonight! Yay...Downloading S3E2 now. And thanks Deone for lending me the DVD (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I am going to go to the library. How many books can one person borrow?? Does anyone know?? I wanna borrow all the Harry Potter books and re-read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey..I think I shall just get them from my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. I'm going to go watch Grey's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115961109737459616?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115961109737459616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115961109737459616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115961109737459616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115961109737459616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/magical-maladies.html' title='Magical Maladies'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115945218700560104</id><published>2006-09-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:03:07.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Olay, Do you?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't use Olay, but I just came back from a facial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiok, my face feels so soft now, albeit alittle splotchy because of all the squeezing it had to go through. I think I'm going to try to make this a bi-weekly affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also think that it's time to make my mum bring me out for beauty shopping. After today's facial, I am spurred to slather on more beauty goodies on my face! So now, on top of my health plan, I am going to keep to a basic beauty plan - it's all interrelated anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need eye-cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, my friends or anyone else who goes for brow threading, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautician who did my facial said that brow threading pulls the delicate skin of the eye area. She had an Indian lady customer who hailed from India, who was in her thirties, and her eye area was all saggy because of the excessive brow threading and the beautician said she looked like a "&lt;em&gt;lao mu ji&lt;/em&gt;" or in translation, "Old Hen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, better be safe than saggy &amp; sorry girls (and guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're going to the zoo zoo zoo,&lt;br /&gt;How about you you you?&lt;br /&gt;You can come too too too.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the zoo zoo zoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Jensen taught me this song. It's stuck in my head. He suddenly burst out singing while we were talking about going to the zoo, and was surprised that I've never heard it before. Have you? So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn...I'm so sleepy this week, I sleep like 12 hours everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. And Don Tan ZeYi, I didn't go Zouk yesterday, like you predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokies, that's all for updating I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115945218700560104?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115945218700560104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115945218700560104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115945218700560104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115945218700560104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-olay-do-you.html' title='I Olay, Do you?'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115919235632849004</id><published>2006-09-25T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:59:20.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This has got to be the highlight of my week =)</title><content type='html'>Oh. my. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really who you say you are, why bother with a nobody like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we all have better things to do, &lt;em&gt;my dear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115919235632849004?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115919235632849004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115919235632849004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115919235632849004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115919235632849004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-has-got-to-be-highlight-of-my.html' title='This has got to be the highlight of my week =)'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115912067401025621</id><published>2006-09-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:04:04.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey'sistitis</title><content type='html'>I am suffering from an incurable sickess know as Grey'sistitis where one is on a Grey's Anatomy downloading spree and cannot stop thinking of it!! Can't wait for Season 3 episode 1 to be downloaded!! Omg, I am so tempted to download ALL of the episodes and watch it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you Pei Yi for teaching me where and how to download!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;em&gt;sua ku&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo...Hung out with Jensen today, we went to Suntec! I like hanging out with him, he's the person whom I can be around with and where I can truly be myself. Lol, we are planning of going to the zoo next weekend. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It was MOS on Friday with Lina, Celeste, Wen Hui/Ian, Zeyi/Don, Emo-Ben, this guy named Marcus, and this guy named Ekkawat. Ashley, Dharni, and the birthday girl Stacia were somewhere around too, plus many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD. Is it me or is MOS the boriest place or what? I think I'm spoilt by Zouk. It's the 3rd or 4th time I've been to MOS, and it turns out not so great every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Amanda Ling's BBQ birthday party on Saturday at her condo with David and his friends. Atas place to live - Beverly Hills along Grange Road. It's great to be rich. Anyways, overall nothing much happened - nice food, place, people etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about what I did, let me tell you more about my health plan! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of tomorrow onwards, I am going to stop coming home late, sleep earlier, party less. I have been coming home at 7am for about 4 times this week alone, sleeping in the wee hours of the morning, and I am starting to feel sick - the persisting cough is still persisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I am going to drink more water! My dear friends, alcohol does not equate to H20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I am going to start exercising! Yes, I am going to go swimming...soon. Keshia, I will be calling you sometime soon, I hope. And does anyone want to be my exercising &lt;em&gt;kaki&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, screw that idea, it's a really redundant question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, on top of me embarking on my health regime, I must remember to start looking for a part-time job to earn and save (not spend) more money, and go alter my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really busy, and this should be the holidays. Poor SP-ians, school starts in another 6 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, BitTorrent is taking reallllly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ARGH. SIAN LA IAN POH WEN HUI! We never strike 4D. Sigh. Haha, after discovering the Burger King Onion Rings shaped like 0 &amp; 8 (see previous post "What did 0 say to 8?"), we went on a hunt to look for a Singapore Pools around Bugis because we felt that it was a sign from the fates to buy numbers relating to 0 &amp;amp; 8. Buy Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;grumbles&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Thursday at Coffee Club with Keshia and Wei Ling was nice! It was great catching up again babes, we should do this more often. I love sitting down at coffee houses and just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was after Coffee Club that was crazy! Zeyi came to pick me and Wenhui, where we met Zi Hao at 85 to eat supper. It was already about 1am. THEN, at the spur of the moment, the guys decided to eat supper &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; at Simpang! Hahaha...MY GOD CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we drove to Lennard's and after that, again at the spur of the moment, decided to go prawn fishing at Pasir Ris. Hahaha...but too bad, everyone didn't wanna pay for the over-priced rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, the guys finally went to play LAN at Katong after sending me back home because I was too damn tired and DOTA didn't sound so appealing at 5 in the morning. Ah...that night was fun, I love spur of the moment stuff, but no more! It dosen't go with my health plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha okok. I am going to start my health plan now, am going to bed! If you've read til the end, hope you enjoyed reading my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did, you must really like me. Hahaha. I think I sound rather self-absorbed in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, BUH BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115912067401025621?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115912067401025621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115912067401025621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115912067401025621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115912067401025621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/greysistitis.html' title='Grey&apos;sistitis'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115882977283763244</id><published>2006-09-21T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:12:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did 0 say to 8?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Wails&lt;/em&gt;* I should be in Bangkok right noooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that Asiarooms.com operator better live up to her word ok. Blardy hell, I call Thailand like 7 times already, and if the hotel dosen't refund us totally I am going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do. Going down to their office in Thailand is not exactly the smartest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;crosses fingers&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know why Wen Hui, or Ian as he is known now, says my life is so happening. Yes, "Happening" alright. All this shizz. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I went down to Zouk again last night!! And for the first time in a long time, I didn't do anything that I would regret when I wake up the next afternoon!! Yesterday, it was Lina. Heh heh. But she said, "What happens in Zouk stays in Zouk." So I can't spill out the details, although it's not really that scandalous. I think she's just embarressed. Ha! Thank god she dosen't read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I realised that whenever I go clubbing, I always wake up with battle scars, which are usually really ugly bruises on my shins and knees. However today, I'm bruise-free, but with one cigarette burnmark by Tony. This has got to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH!!! And I've finally gotten my pay for the Comex show!! It is better than I expected. But I've spent $60 already last night. DIE. My savings plan of not touching the money at all is already unravelling before it has even started. And I'm going to have dinner at Coffee Club later, I think I'm going to eat something really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, please do not go watch Gigolo Wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and now for the answer to title of this entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT DID say 0 to 8?&lt;/span&gt; (A joke by Tania, to Ashley, to Ian &amp; Me at Georges)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/hahah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Casting and arrangement done by yours truly. Photography and photoshop by Ian Poh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm going to go get dressed now! Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115882977283763244?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115882977283763244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115882977283763244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115882977283763244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115882977283763244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-did-0-say-to-8.html' title='What did 0 say to 8?'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115868768097998039</id><published>2006-09-20T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:41:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand declared state of emergency</title><content type='html'>That's right, Thailand has &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; declared itself in a state of emergency, which means that we are not going to Bangkok anymore - where the epicentre of all this political mayhem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt; la...But thankfully I'm not already stuck there when this happen. Poor Winnie and Raf and the rest, they just got there today and now they can't go out of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all over the news. As of now, troops with their tanks and all have already taken control of Thai Prime Minister Thanksin's office in Bangkok, and there are talks of a coup happening. In fact it is "apparent", as lifted of Channel News Asia's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...and we were all so excited, now we are all scrambling to cancel our hotel reservations and flights. Joe &amp; co. &lt;em&gt;lagi &lt;/em&gt;worse, they were suppose to leave later on in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the silver lining is that I haven't packed, and now instead of Bangkok we are thinking of changing in to Hong Kong???? Haha...actually now I'm in the "HK triads where all the gangsters look like Edison Chen" kinda mood. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am feeling all flu-ish and I think I should sleep so I can call the travel agency in BKK tomorrow as early in the morning as possible. Wish me luck, I won't be surprised if the phone line is jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115868768097998039?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115868768097998039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115868768097998039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115868768097998039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115868768097998039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/thailand-declared-state-of-emergency.html' title='Thailand declared state of emergency'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115843135044362368</id><published>2006-09-17T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:49:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>I TELL YOU! I cannot read &lt;a href="http://sillycelly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silly Celly's&lt;/a&gt; blog! She is the one who makes me all girlie-fied. HAHAHA...But still I like reading her blog. It's like, sometimes on the same wavelength man...Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I'm feeling quite light-headed, tralala-happy right now. I shouldn't be feeling like this because my romantic interest(s) are so complicated! Must be logical, Marissa! If not sure &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; "burn" (Lim Li Na, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't go anyhow think, ok my friends? I am refraining myself from scrutinizing every single fyucking detail in my life. So much simpler, and go where the flow brings youuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I am mad! Have any of you ever seen me blog like this before??! Gosh, my sister is playing S Club 7's CD, and scarily, I remember the lyrics?! Old school alert! Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am shoooooo excited! I really really can't wait for Bangkok. It's in another 4+ days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and I'm rather pleased with my results, better than I would have expected. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday at Yan Hao's house was fun. Omg, 9 people on a king-size bed - come to think about it now, it's quite gross. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...Silly Celly likes her Korean soaps, so because I like her online personality so much tonight, I feel like getting addicted to some drama serial or whatever serial again. Like.....GREY'S ANATOMY! Omg, I love grey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girls who are, and occasionally, turn bimbotic, please go watch JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE! Hwat hwat hwat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you to want me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need you to need me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd love you to love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm begging you to beg me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY MR. HENG YI SHENG!! Keep up with your image makeover okay?? I bet by the time Mr. Heng gets Army over and done with, he's really going to be like those wispy-haired Korean hunks. *&lt;em&gt;winks&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so high on nothing now that it's giving me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115843135044362368?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115843135044362368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115843135044362368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115843135044362368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115843135044362368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115814209729553641</id><published>2006-09-13T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:08:17.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls just wanna have fuuuuunn...</title><content type='html'>It's been daaaamnnn long since I've gone about reading girlie blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that I've been missing out alot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so girlie right now, and in case you didn't noticed, I've changed my blog name to Ra ra ra! just because I felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! I hate feeling so girlie but it's nice to indulge in it &lt;em&gt;overtly&lt;/em&gt; once it a while. Lol, must have been the overdose of girlie-ness from yesterday at Keshia's 18th birthday party and from reading Girlie blogs! Plus looking at all the online blogs/shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like squealing. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, K's party was quite a blast! She's soooo lucky! Treasure your friends and your boyfriend huh girl! Omg, mega mush fest at her party yesterday. But the treasure hunt and charades game was quite fun. Heh heh...I feel like having a girlie birthday party now! Except with lotsa and lotsa booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...No money, and 95% of my friends are so not the girlie type. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to indulge in my mega girlie mood now. Let's go get ready for ZOOOOOOOUKKKKKKK! I think I'm going to wear a dress. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda anticipating tonight - we call this the "Last night for clubbing before we go to Bangkok, for more clubbing (and shopping)!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, OK TIME TO GO PRIMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUUUUUACKKKKKKKKK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115814209729553641?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115814209729553641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115814209729553641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115814209729553641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115814209729553641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/girls-just-wanna-have-fuuuuunn.html' title='Girls just wanna have fuuuuunn...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115790211346051092</id><published>2006-09-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:28:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you're so smart?</title><content type='html'>Try &lt;a href="http://intelligence-test.net/part1/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it off &lt;a href="http://flooked.blogspot.com"&gt;Deone's&lt;/a&gt; blog, who got it from this guy from school called Tony, who apparently had a &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;dubious score of 30+. Haha, no one is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;smart. (Just kidding (=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's sure to get you hooked for at least half an hour, or until you are labelled somewhat intelligent. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi? I am intelligent! A score of 17 when I counted everything I did by myself. Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok go try!! No cheating ah! Only go find out the answers when you cannot figure it out anymore, but you just &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to know the answers. I used Yahoo! Answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115790211346051092?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115790211346051092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115790211346051092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115790211346051092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115790211346051092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-think-youre-so-smart.html' title='You think you&apos;re so smart?'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115745459633599015</id><published>2006-09-05T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:09:56.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Craaaazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, I like, just woke up - 6:20pm to be exact. Actually, I'm not such a pig, cause I slept at 8am, so it's only 10 hours. Hahaha...but I slept over at Jensen's...so that's a total of 15 hours. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be recuperating from all the standing for four days. My god, I honestly worked my ass off for pathetic commission man. Stood for an average of 10 hours for 4 days. My feetand throat are aching. Sold over 60 iPods on the last day of the Comex show, hope it's enough!! I am in serious need of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, after the end, we (Celeste, Lina, Winnie &amp; I) went to town to watch The Devil Wears Prada! OMG. LOVE. THE. CLOTHES. Gooooo watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Celeste birthday on Sunday, and after the movie we went to eat Swensen's. Ice-cream and fries at 3 in the morning. How sinful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched The Breakup too, with Jensen. I like the movie, I think it is rather real in it's depiction of couples fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had an early dinner at some new mock-Hong Kong cafe at Cineleisure, and apparently I sat exactly at the same spot Stefani Sun sat the day before. So said the waitress, excitedly, in Chinese. &lt;em&gt;Wow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, in the news: Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin is dead, killed by a Stingray. Poor him. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my secondary school, Bedok Green, uniform was voted as the 2nd most "uncool" uniform in the Gen Y section of The Sunday Times. So NOT surprising. The ex-principal Mrs. Song must be kicking herself right now. Lol, my mother was like so &lt;em&gt;gleeful &lt;/em&gt;when she read that. Mad. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to go eat now. There's really nothing much to update because all I did was sold iPods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, BKK is in 16 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115745459633599015?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115745459633599015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115745459633599015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115745459633599015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115745459633599015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/09/craaaazy-hahahaha-i-like-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115644705444788927</id><published>2006-08-25T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T03:17:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't know waddahell is wrong with blogger or my new skin, because I can't seem to view my blog page. I changed my blogskin, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really irritated right now, because I'm demoralised by something that shouldn't affect me. But how would u feel if your &lt;em&gt;good friend&lt;/em&gt; said, "She hot like fuck, no wonder he dumped you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mr. HYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no lah. I'm kidding, but I'm not feeling very pleased with myself now. But argh! the insensitivity of &lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt;! I've gotten over it but argh!, again!, Mr. Heng made me feel damn lousy, like I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115644705444788927?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115644705444788927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115644705444788927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115644705444788927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115644705444788927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-i-dont-know-waddahell-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115642347114325593</id><published>2006-08-24T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:31:32.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I'm back</title><content type='html'>Update: I want to change my blogskin, but nothing is good enough. I have been through 4 skins, editted in half way, then decided it takes too much work to make it perfect. I really am too anal and a prefectionist sometimes. Sigh, and hungry now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 10minutes after the previous update: Okay, I couldn't take it, so I changed to my previous blogskin. It's just for now, or until I have the time and dedication to perfect another one. Hahahaaaaaaaa ARRRGHHHhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looky here, look who's blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrllllllllllllll. I am finding myeslf rather inept at blogging right now, don't know what to put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I have been MIA from everyone else in the world other than the people in MCM, but I CAN BE AROUND NOW! CALL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the last month was literally &lt;em&gt;killer&lt;/em&gt;. I swear, ss each week went by, my average sleeping time decreased by 2 hours - I was sleeping for 2 measly hours during the last week of school. But it was all worth it man, I hope. THE SOURCE, especially, better get decent grades. For those not in the MCM bubble, it was the newspaper project which I can honestly say that I slogged my ass off for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, and let's not even go in to how the exams were. Just TWO papers but the amount of studying we had to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's over, and now WE CAN PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay. We did pre-party partying last week at where else but my favourite. Dumbdumbs! Was suppose to go &lt;em&gt;yersterday&lt;/em&gt;, but the few "key players backed out" - quote Kenneth Yap. Haha, YES YOU DEONE. AND CELESTE, if you even know if my blog exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're wondering what I'm doing at home since I should be going out, especially since &lt;em&gt;school &lt;/em&gt;is over. Well, I have no idea too. Was suppose to catch a movie today with Lina and god-knows who else, but I was dammmnnn sleeepy man. I slept a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;14 hours&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Crazy or what?! I could have continued sleepy lah, even though I wasn't sleepy. I think my body was catching up on the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today I'm like totally catching up on all my mindless TV wacthing, blog reading, and now online shopping! Ah...the bliss of actually having free time. Too bad I can't say the same for money. Boo hoo..I am soooooo broke I have to live off Jensen. I'm damn horrible man, I'm broke and I still shop, and worst I &lt;em&gt;borrow &lt;/em&gt;money to shop. Hahaha...all that cab taking in the last 2 weeks of school has burned a hole in my pocket - I can't even withdraw money from the ATM machine! That gives you a clue on how much I don't have. But, did I mention that I bought a pair of really cute black &amp;amp; white heels?? And I want the $169 blue Novo &lt;em&gt;heels....&lt;/em&gt;I quote again from Yap (2006), "I fear for your safety."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so damn blardy &lt;em&gt;hwat&lt;/em&gt;! And only 1 pair per size! I bet it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...but NO, I can't shop anymore because I'm heading to BANGKOK BABYYY! 21st - 25th Sept with Lina and Celeste. And a few other MCM-ers who will be there during that period too. It was a toss between HK and BKK. But Ooo...so much hard-core shopping to be done AND partying with (hopefully) cute thai boys! Hahaha...I dream too much. But yay! For the first-time ever, no adult supervision while overseas. Haha...loser I know, but I'm quite amazed my parents actually didn't bat an eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala...I'm quite looking forward to it. And looking forward to the hols too! Must play catch up with my darlings! Haha, but after next week - will be working at the Comex fair at the EXPO at the Apple booth. Hmm...too bad the money will only come in after I come back from Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I wanna do now that it's the hols! But the money factor is really a nagging issue. How about setting up a Marissa/JiaLing fund my friends? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this sums up the past 2 months I guess. Actually, there's lots more, but it's another story for another time. School really took over my life for the past 2 months or so, and in MCM there's a hive of gossip and scandals, imagine if I wrote all of it down! And I'm like one of those who are not that in the know. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what gossip &lt;strong&gt;Pop at the Fort &lt;/strong&gt;will bring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, til next time everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115642347114325593?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115642347114325593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115642347114325593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115642347114325593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115642347114325593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-im-back.html' title='Hello, I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115097563217925788</id><published>2006-06-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:27:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Phuture</title><content type='html'>I'm weak man. WEAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I got seriously wasted last night at Zouk. Just a couple of drinks and I'm down. PATHETIC. Haha, I have absolutely no memory of my life from 2 - 4am. Apparently, I did some pretty embaressing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! WE SHOULD DO THIS AGAIN DEONE AND KENNETH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lessons learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never take any form of medicine before doing any vigourous activities, i.e. taking a flu medicine when you're going to be dancing and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Never mix beer with any other type of liqour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not even think &lt;em&gt;clubbing&lt;/em&gt; when you're sick. Don't leave the house at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I lost my common sense yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm sorry to all those I pissed off for not going to DXO in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I think the happiness-effect of alcohol has not worn off yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE. I am at YS house and we're going toooo KESHIA'S!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..YS cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, HAPPY 18th ADAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay BYE NOW FOR REALS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115097563217925788?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115097563217925788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115097563217925788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115097563217925788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115097563217925788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-phuture.html' title='Back to the Phuture'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-115035422940220203</id><published>2006-06-15T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:56:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I'm suppose to be on hiatus but I just. have. to. blog. about. this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, yesterday was insanely fun! I've never been so high and happy for such a long time. Lol, we went to Zouk to celebrate's Raf's 20th birthday!! Woooo...! Too bad no one brought any camera =( I want a picture to capture that moment forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw quite a few people, and I did a really embaressing thing. Ok, it's not that bad but it's just going to be a little awkward. Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, and I swear I've never danced this much in my entire life. My knees and feet were aching like hell yesterday, my voice was super hoarse yesterday, and I woke up with my whole body aching this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to exercise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought, I realised I've been having a more carefree attitude lately. It's like my motto now is 'You only live life once, so live it to the fullest'. I used to be more 'follow the rules', but I kinda feel like I'm 'going with the flow' lately. Ha, not very good on my wallet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I just cut my hair short? Talk about going with the flow - I had the sudden urge to do something with my hair, and boom, I went to a hairdresser below my house and told her to cut my hair short. New hairstyle is having mixed reviews, but I think I'm growing into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the hols have been a BLAST. DXO was super fun with oppa and friends last week (Ah, the stupid things I do), World Cup is obviously on everyone's mind, and I'm going to the Singapore Idol result show later ooooonnnnnnn! Lol, I'm there to accompany Keshia to support Kamils brother. Tralalaaaaaa, see if you can spot me on LIVE TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I feel like a nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a SNOW PARTY at Butter Factory later on, might be going down. Oh yes, and also a really huge party (In my opinion, because everyone is going.) at DXO this wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I sound like a party girl or some sort, which I'm so not. It's just that that's where all my friends are going. I do other stuff too, like...other non-party stuff. And schoolwork is still more important! Hopefully my 'carefree' attitude of lates is not going to be affecting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm rambling and I really sound like a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go get ready and meet Keshia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-115035422940220203?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/115035422940220203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=115035422940220203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115035422940220203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/115035422940220203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-i-know-im-suppose-to-be-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114891189896329127</id><published>2006-05-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:11:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloo everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I never knew my doorbell sounded so shrill and chirpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know it's been really long since I've blogged,  but things got crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching movies like crazy! I have watched &lt;strong&gt;Over the Hedge, X-Men &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/strong&gt; just last week alone. All rather good movies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My allowance is depleting scarily. And I can feel the &lt;em&gt;oil &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;fat &lt;/em&gt;coagulating in my arteries from all the fried food and junk food I've been consuming. Just today, Deone and I ate Chippy's - my god THE OIL. But still shiok. Lol. And the mock Hong Kong store beside Chippy's is divine! I love the drinks and the toast! Uhm mm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I am going on a healthy strike! Right, Deone? Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to town ealier on today because Drama Class was performing at Orchard Road! Lol, PY and another girl actually MEDITATED infront of Taka! Actually, they seemed more possessed than meditating. I was SOOOO embarressed for them! One woman seemed really freaked out by them sitting at the traffic junction...vibrating. Then they skipped across the road like two crazy girls and back! Lol. Their drama class looks fun, shouldn't have joined BizEtt! Haha, go see Deone's blog for pictures! I think she might have posted them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I cannot stand CSIs! It's an acronym for a type of people I CANNOT STAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school has been relaxing &lt;em&gt;so far&lt;/em&gt;, but I don't expect it to stay this way when tomorrow comes - all the assignments are going to be piling up again! Thank goodness the holidays are coming in about 2 weeks time. But still, I bet I will be rather busy slogging. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I want to say. Every single moment alone I think and think and think. I got devastated, angry, bitter, pathetic; basically a whole whirlwind of emotions. I understand, yet I don't, because the way it ended was cruel and painful to/for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I yearn, I yearn for what I once had, shared, and what I won't have anymore. Yearned for what could have been, what it can be. I really miss alot of things and everyday there's this strong urge to call. But I know it's of no use because I guess it's meant to be - it's funny how my prayers were answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy yet light. Liberated yet tied. Surrounded with people but I'm still very lonely. It's very hard to confide in anyone - 1) No one really understands &amp; 2) I rarely like to spill ; don't like to seem I want pity I suppose. Haha. I just realised, in about an one hour's time, it will be one week since it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push and push myself to live. Cheesy as it sounds, I feel like a walking corpse. I put on a mask when I'm with civilisation; no one really wants to be around sad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey home is always the hardest because that's usually when my facade falters. It always the hardest because there's nothing more to go home to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'about that' wasn't meant to be so long, and it wasn't meant to sound so melodramatic. Again, there's really so much I want to let out but there's just no point in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this note, I just wanna let u guys know that I don't think I will be blogging any time soon. So go find someone's elses FUNNY &amp; ENTERTANING blog while this one goes on a hiatus! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114891189896329127?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114891189896329127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114891189896329127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114891189896329127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114891189896329127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/05/helloo-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114750501770608567</id><published>2006-05-13T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:28:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ</title><content type='html'>I am procrastinating! Lately, I have absolutely no mood to blog, but I do not want to start on my TV production script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr...But I have to soon because there's Mother's Day dinner at my cousin's house in 4 hours time. Haha, I think it's going to be yummy. Apparently, she got a satay lady to BBQ satay at her house. I'm feeling hungry =( I spilled my 3/4 full bowl of COCO CRUNCH cereal earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has been crazy! So much work, plus all my extra curricular activities in school are clashing with my tuition timings! I want to do it all but EVERYTHING clashes. Wow, I can't wait for the holidays. And it's only the end of Week 3! I hope I don't burn out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I met up with Keshia yesterday at Ashley's 18th birthday party at Cocolatte. Haha, it was great seeing her again! Funny thing is - the dancefloor got flooded at the end of the night. Weird. By the way, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Ashley!&lt;/strong&gt; I hope you had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Ash's mum is cool &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, I wish my mummy was like that. But I still love my mum nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, to all mummy's - HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...I have not gotten anything for my mum. I feel bad. I'll get her a belated one I guess...Hmm, maybe I should get D to get something. Haha. Eh, I feel like playing DOTA later on. Must take full advantage of the ending long-weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been hanging out with my new classmates &amp; friends for the past few days, and drinking LOTS of Starbucks. Haha, they are a fun bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures taken when I met them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c353/viooltjie/demarkenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c353/viooltjie/cheeserrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c353/viooltjie/demar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see the rest of their crazy antics, click &lt;a href="http://s31.photobucket.com/albums/c353/viooltjie/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Kinky Boots too! I like the movie. If you have absolutely nothing to watch this week, try to catch it! It's about a British guy whose men's shoe factory is going bust, and to salvage it, the company start's making HOT SHOES for drag queens and trannies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo...Must save money for the end of this month. ALL THE BLOCKBUSTERS are coming out! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......Ok, I, shall, start, TV, prod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114750501770608567?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114750501770608567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114750501770608567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114750501770608567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114750501770608567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/05/zzz.html' title='ZZZ'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114689746399355948</id><published>2006-05-06T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:53:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy...</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaveeverywhere.com/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is so funny! Got if from &lt;a href="http://flooked.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deone's&lt;/a&gt;, and it's an ad for a Philips shaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that being shown on local TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm stuck at home now doind &lt;em&gt;schoolwork&lt;/em&gt;. So sucky, I am in no mood to do any school stuff. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, went to Workers Party's Rally at Serangoon stadium last night with Kisha, Lina and Kenneth and Deone came later on. So many people! The stadium was packed, and the roads were jammed! Lol, we even bought their flag, and it was hilariously funny cheering and waving out flag whenever the suporters cheered. Haha, it was funny seeing middle-age people being so enthusiastic too! Lol, what an experience. Too bad the speeches were kinda boring and made not much sense anyway. Haha, or maybe it was because we kept on talking and giggling. Got stared, glared and even shushed at by the people there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Yi came to meet us afterwards and we went to Bishan, and then Starbucks at Wheelock. OMG, I have never heard so much &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt; in my whole life combined, and yesterday was simply &lt;em&gt;overwhelming. &lt;/em&gt;My head was spinning with all the information I got yesterday. Haha, okay, I'm exergerating alittle, but yesterday was kinda fun anyhow, and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Starbucks Java Chip is yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcement: Anyone wants to go to Cocolatte this Friday, 12/05/06? It's Vesak Day and tickets are for $15. It's my friend's Ashley's birthday, so tell me ASAP if you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too-ti-too-rah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, I'm have to stop procrastinating and start my work now. Bye =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114689746399355948?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114689746399355948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114689746399355948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114689746399355948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114689746399355948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/05/juicy.html' title='Juicy...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114666629470267843</id><published>2006-05-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:24:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore GE 2006</title><content type='html'>Woah ho ho...The elections are getting HOT man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it's the first time I've been so interested in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch New 5 Tonight at 9:30pm just now??????? The Gomez incident is, like, damn interesting. Ok, so the news broadcasted on Worker's Party, and Sylvia Lim was commenting on how they might sue PAP - but only after the elections as they wanted to focus on the elections, and they had no time and money. THEN, a 3-minute commercial break came on, and &lt;em&gt;straight away&lt;/em&gt; after the commercial break, the anchorwoman announced that MM Lee Kuan Yew has just issued a statement that WP should sue now or people might think that their allegations are true. Or something like that. Ok, basically, MM Lee called like STRAIGHT AWAY after the news on Sylvia Lim, to 'tell WP to be careful with what they say. (in my opinion) '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that mega cool or what? - to have the power to just call News 5 Tonight when you are being put in an unfavourable light, and they have to broadcast your statement straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I don't know, I'm a politics idiot, but I think the opposition parties should get their act together if they want to beat the PAP. Lol, sue PAP?? &lt;em&gt;Uh huh...&lt;/em&gt;Can the opposition boast of calling News 5 and have them make your statement straight away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so sound like a PAP fan. Hahaha. I'm not pro any, but MM Lee is just cool lah, with all his power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to say, but I think it's wiser to not say anything? That's one bad thing about here though. But I'm not saying anything defamatory in this entry &lt;em&gt;right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't wait to watch a rally! SHO EXCITING!! I think we should go watch WP's rally, Deone and Kenneth, their rallies seem more energetic on TV. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww...Incredible Tales is on and the &lt;em&gt;Toyol&lt;/em&gt; is super gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Queen of the Damned is on later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114666629470267843?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114666629470267843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114666629470267843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114666629470267843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114666629470267843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/05/singapore-ge-2006.html' title='Singapore GE 2006'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114639257485171826</id><published>2006-04-30T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:22:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just thinking about random stuff while waiting for &lt;a href="http://popsugar.com"&gt;Popsugar&lt;/a&gt; to load, when I realized that not everyone has basic courtesy. Okay, actually alot of people do not have basic courtesy, but isn't thanking someone you &lt;em&gt;know, &lt;/em&gt;basic courtesy, when they have 'done' something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so difficult to IM me, or drop me an SMS to say &lt;em&gt;'Hey, thanks&lt;/em&gt;.'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I feel hurt, or whatever - though I would have in the pass when you meant something to me. I just feel &lt;em&gt;sad &lt;/em&gt;for you because it really reflects badly on you, kinda shows who you really are. Especially you, always complaining about how other people are rude or some other blah blah blah, when you're the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I'm not exactly perfect or whatever but I think I do show gratitude, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Faults 2 years ago do not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't do very for the audition because I the disadvantage. So shouldn't have bothered to go, especially when I got home so late and had only 3 hours of sleep. Should have slept more instead, and be on time for the APPLE group meeting. Haha. Ah well...The apple meeting was cool though. It was at Cineleisure's Apple shop, and we learnt quite a few MAC applications. Some of them are really cool and easy to use too - if I knew how to navigate a MAC better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is meant for 'hardcopying memory' purposes. So if it dosen't make much sense to you. It's okay, you're not stupid. I'm just making it vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too-RAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114639257485171826?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114639257485171826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114639257485171826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114639257485171826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114639257485171826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-just-thinking-about-random-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114615311223058329</id><published>2006-04-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:58:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me? Or is there something about me that absolutely dosen't appeal to anyone at all, with &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And replacing my laptop keypad is going to cost about $150. No way am I going to spend that much money just because the stupid letter 'E' is spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. seriously. hate. my. life. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this I-have-no-friends-everybody-hates-me feeling. And I hate feeling this way because I sound pathetic and I hate sounding or being pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a totally side note. My GRC is being contested and I think it's kinda cool. I saw some PAP people putting up banners, flags, basically just setting stuff up, this evening, and I think I won't mind watching a rally or something just for the fun and experience out of it. Like how often does this really happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, advertising for JH here. There's some party going on at DXO this Saturday so if you wanna go, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This blog is starting to get way too personal for my liking. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114615311223058329?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114615311223058329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114615311223058329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114615311223058329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114615311223058329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/04/fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114605935225176935</id><published>2006-04-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:49:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, but there has been absolutely nothing interesting to post lately. And I'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...So today's the third day of th start of school and I'm super duper shagged already. I in the midst of adjusting my internal sleeping clock to something that resembles the majority of Singaporeans, but it is literally killing me! It is damn blardy difficult to wake up in the morning and my flu is not helping me either. My timetable is not exactly idyllic with Mon &amp;amp; Tues starting at 8am and 9am, and ending at 5pm and 6pm respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. How am I going to survive about 14 more weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;REALLY MUST&lt;/em&gt; WAKE UP EARLIER AND BE ON TIME. I &lt;em&gt;MUST &lt;/em&gt;TELL MYSELF EVERYDAY THAT IT SIMPLY TAKES &lt;strong&gt;MORE THAN 1 HOUR&lt;/strong&gt; TO GET FROM BEDOK TO CLEMENTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new classmates are okay, I guess. I don't really know most of them well yet. Ha, I think some of them found it really weird (or maybe pretentious, or maybe I recently got baptised) that I started introducing myself as Marissa. Okay, I know that they find it weird cause I heard them commenting . Hopefully they think baptised, not pretentious. Though it's neither. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, second rule. I MUST DO DAMN WELL IN SCHOOL THIS YEAR. For many various reasons. Ok lah, it's not a MUST that I must do damn well, I will just try my best this year. But it's because I REALLY WANT TO DO WELL THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. And I am going to join some CCA or something. Other than &lt;em&gt;desperately &lt;/em&gt;needing CCA points I am going to make my polytechnic years fulfilling and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so motivated today in class after listening to my new classmates telling something about themselves. Practically all of them are doing something or another, or something AND another. I feel soo...slacked and lagging behind and that I am letting my youth to waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I sound uncool for posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I am going to study sooo hard (ok...just hard, enough.), join &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; CCAs, get involved in AS MANY (as I can) school stuff that are offered, continue to earn money through my tuition. SAVE money and most importantly BE ON TIME FOR SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that should be easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where is Darryl and my cherished free time going to fit in in any of this? Especially when all the assignments set in? Our timetables clash, and it's only the first week of school and I'm, like, seeing him only once a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss baby. I haven't seen him for a week. I think this is by far the longest we have not seen each other. Yay for the long weekend coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going to shower and then sleep. I need SLEEP. I love sleep and I better get as many before all the assignments come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...this is by far the most thearuepatic reflective entry I've ever posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I bored you. To sincerely make it up to you, please go to a &lt;a href="http://waliwonk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Geraldine's&lt;/a&gt; and see REALLy cool pictures of floor paintings done by this guy called Julian Beever. As Geri's title says, COOL SHITE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114605935225176935?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114605935225176935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114605935225176935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114605935225176935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114605935225176935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114521173907581811</id><published>2006-04-17T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T02:22:19.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tralalalala la la la la........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, are my entries that boring? My sister says my entries are totally boring and she has no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, D stayed over yesterday night! So happy...It's been super duper long since he stayed over, and super duper long since we had a &lt;em&gt;whole day &lt;/em&gt;to ourselves which was enjoyable for the two of us. I missed him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Take the Lead' with him and my sister at night. TOTALLY HOT MOVIE! I love the dance moves - everyone should go watch it. If 3 diverse individuals like me, D and my sister &lt;em&gt;lurved &lt;/em&gt;it, then I think most people would like it too! Oh ya, and some people in the theatre actually clapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Deone and Pei Yi at Bugis after visiting all my grandparents at Mandai. Haha, I had fun with the two of them, even though all we did was mainly walking around aimlessly  and &lt;em&gt;constantly &lt;/em&gt;looking at this restaurant guide book to choose our dinner place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a fun day overall. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo! I had my first tuition lesson with the K2 boy already! He's quite a good kid except that he has a really short attention span and loves to doodle. His spelling and reading is quite bad though. Hopefully he can spell by the end of the year! Haha...But he's rather adorable =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...maybe I should take up WH's suggestion of secretly taking a picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like rather paedophile, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokies, That's all y'all! &lt;em&gt;Ciao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can Katie Holmes &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;let that thing in her stomach &lt;em&gt;out?!&lt;/em&gt; I am a little sick of reading 'When will Katie burst?!'. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114521173907581811?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114521173907581811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114521173907581811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114521173907581811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114521173907581811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/04/tralalalala-la-la-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114487119188669160</id><published>2006-04-13T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T03:46:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>Very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel sleepy and I'm going into 'mild depression mood' again, where I start feeling the crappy about my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really long since I remember being truly &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; - where life was smooth and everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I'm never really good at &lt;em&gt;expressing my feelings. &lt;/em&gt;Does anyone notice that I seldom post entries on my feelings? It's usually blog on stuff I did, things that happened, random thoughts etc. but never on how &lt;em&gt;sad &lt;/em&gt;I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, even now it's difficult to type out exactly what I want to say. Hence all the &lt;em&gt;italics.&lt;/em&gt;  In fact, if I were to blog everytime I feel like now, it would be an entry about every 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the reason why I don't share my feelings with people is because I feel uncomfortable with people knowing too much about me - it's like I don't like feeling 'exposed'. Worst, I don't want to be one of those types who blog on how 'sad' they are so that people will sympatise with them. I don't like pity, I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I'm slowly turning depressed by not having, as they say, a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has...not been that great the past few months, or since last year. Ha, let's say you guys would be &lt;em&gt;shocked &lt;/em&gt;if I were to write out &lt;em&gt;now  &lt;/em&gt;on what crappy shit (redundancy here) I went through. Seriously, I doubt most of you would ever guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel envious sometimes when I see people who are so darn happy, or so they seem. I yearn for close friends whom I yak everything to and trust, vice versa. Basically, I look at envy at girls who have 'best girlfriends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I don't think I ever...Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well it's my own fault that I'm 'friendless'.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially true, especially in the past, but I tried and I try but it's not as easy as it seems. I'm not exactly the most likable person in the world, and after a few unsuccessful attempts one gets discouraged. &lt;em&gt;Isn't it amazing how some people make friends with everyone so easily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said to WH before, sometimes I wish I were from a convent school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about your boyfriend?', you might ask. I wish I could &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;talk to him, but it's difficult. Other than the fact he has his own problems to solve as well, he is more of a 'solve it to get rid of it' kinda person. It's not that easy to solve such things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. And I wish I were closer to my parents and nicer to them. I want to make them feel loved but my family is the type that seldom express ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I think I know why I'm like what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, we don't eat dinner together unless it's CNY or something. We don't talk to each other much. Even when everyone is at home we do out own things. Heck, we even watch TV in different rooms sometimes even though it's the same show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sometimes feel irritated when they question me or even &lt;em&gt;talk &lt;/em&gt;to me. I feel really bad now. I'm such a bad daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm feeling too akjfnsknmgd now. I think I've shared too much. I should just sleep. I need to sleep cause did I mention that I got a tuition job already?? Ha, hopefully this turns out to be a good thing. It's already kinda good cause I'm teaching Eng/Maths for, get this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;K2, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for, get this again, $160 for 8 times, one and a half hr each! I mean, I get the &lt;em&gt;same amount &lt;/em&gt;teaching a Pri 4 Eng/Maths/Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, life is not exactly that horrible now. Other than feeling lonely, I think that low after low has bugged me down. It's like one sucky thing after one sucky thing after another one sucky thing has just made me weary, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I feel like Sandra Oh in Grey's Anatomy - only not that extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever, BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P/S Please don't ask me questions like 'Are you okay?', 'What happened?' or some general question like that. I swear, I will ignore you even if you are my friend. I MEAN IT. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously, I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114487119188669160?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114487119188669160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114487119188669160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114487119188669160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114487119188669160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114460680351164235</id><published>2006-04-11T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:49:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>OMG. LOL. Tan Ze Yi is being a fyucking moron! Hahaha...He is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An MSN window suddenly popped up and then I heard, "&lt;em&gt;HellloooOOoooo&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao! That bugger is chatting me on MSN through voice clip! Haha! And he's doing so many funny sounds like, "&lt;em&gt;He He He He He...!&lt;/em&gt;" as in literally, and when i told him that he was crazy he went, "&lt;em&gt;You're so meaaaannnnn! I sing for you, you call me crazy. You&lt;/em&gt;'re sooo meeeaaan...!&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; in a totally whiny voice that some of you might know. HA! Crazy fella. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...that was so funnily random. Reminds me of that time YS started singing some weird song at Orchard. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I celebrated birthdays throughout the weekend and on Monday! Seng Yan's on Saturday, Deone's on Sunday, and my Dad's on Monday! Photos all the waaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated SY's 21st Birthday at Sheraton Hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say hello to the Birthday boy! Or is it &lt;em&gt;man &lt;/em&gt;now? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P10504060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls! Clockwise: Polly (SY's gf), Me, Iris and Wennie. Got his pic of &lt;a href="http://www.ihave-enough.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wennie's&lt;/a&gt; blog btw. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clockwise: Ivan, Eric, Baby, Kenneth and Seng Yan. In case you didn't notice, Eric is holding a shaver above the head of an unsuspecting SY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha, you know what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050410.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha, so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol, Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1050414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1050415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Burnt hair stinks like hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, he's wearing Polly's air stewardess skirt btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, we played some funny drinking games and I kept losing! Lol. At one point, we couldn't say the words 'Ya', 'La', 'Ok', 'Yes' and 'Hao', and when you wanted to talk you had to 'press a button on your forehead' or 'talk to your &lt;em&gt;HAND&lt;/em&gt;phone' - as in hand literally. Haha, so funnily lame. Gosh, we even played Heart Attack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1050433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1050431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1050431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures at &lt;a href="http://www.ihave-enough.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wennie's&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having 4 hours of sleep, I went for Deone's Birthday Lunch! Ooo...there was so much food for only about 9 of us! The spread was really yummy too - Indian Food! But the curries were not your conventional prata curry. I can't really remember what the specifics are but I knew there was some cottage cheese curry, kacang putih etc. Argh, should have taken a picture of all the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for Deone's cake, we decorated cupcakes she baked! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/Deone"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Deone%27s%20birthday%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; After some hersheys, chocolatee and lots and lots of sprinkles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1015669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1015669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ta-da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty! Lol, but I dropped one of my cupcakes. Ha, the way it fell was so hilarious. It fell SLOOOOWWW MOOOO from the table, to the chair and then finally on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played TABOO and OODLES OF DOODLES. Haha, quite fun OODLES OF DOOBLES. Deone also made us Bunnies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute right??!! It has a pirate eye patch too! And if I adjust the patch to hold down the bunny ears, it becomes my favourite animal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-existant Pinguin!! AAAHHH SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Pinguins don't really look like that. Actually, they can take up any penguin-like form I fancy. But it usually is round, has wings and a beak. *&lt;em&gt;giggles&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways&lt;/em&gt;. Thinking back, I'm feeling very bad for snatching this bunny from Pei Yi. =X &lt;strong&gt;Sorry Pei Yi!&lt;/strong&gt; I was playing around. Do you want to trade? =D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, thanks for everything Deone! Happy Birthday!! I hope you &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;like the present. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/Deone"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Deone%27s%20birthday%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/Deone"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Deone%27s%20birthday%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so my family, D and I celebrated my Dad's birthday on Monday at this Chinese Restaurant called Roland in Marine Parade. Small, simple affair. Poor darling was having a fever. But anyways, only 2 really lousy pictures because being the &lt;em&gt;sotong &lt;/em&gt;I am, I brought the camera but I left the battery to charge at home! Ha...So silly. We used my sister's handphone camera in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/SP_A0093[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/SP_A0093%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/SP_A0092[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/SP_A0092%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda bad for 'ruining' my dad's birthday by not taking those 'mandatory' pictures of blowing and cutting the cake. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , if you ever read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, April has one too many birthdays. And they &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;concide in the first two weeks! Ha. Must remember to save up for next year's April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum in up, Happy Birthday to my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Darling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Deone&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SY&lt;/span&gt; (Lol, he's the only one who dosen't start with a D), and to all the other April babies too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114460680351164235?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114460680351164235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114460680351164235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114460680351164235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114460680351164235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114426635631321916</id><published>2006-04-06T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:57:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/molechart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/molechart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what the moles on your face represent? Go and read &lt;a href="http://laksadiaries.wordpress.com/2006/04/04/reading-moles/"&gt;Laksa's Diaries on Reading Moles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's mole no. 24, in case you're wondering. And I reckon this particular mole reading is bollocks, or I'm just left out of fame and FORTUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling mildly agitated by my lack of money. I am friggin broke and I'm feeling very...antsy. I want to boost the money in my account savings, but I can't anytime soon, and I'm feeling...Arrgh! I hate the Arrgh! feeling when there's something to be done, and can be done, but I can't have it done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need those tuition jobs straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...Thankfully....Grey's Anatomy is on right now on Starworld! I am so happy cause it's the first episode of Season One! Yay hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donate money TO ME if you love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Grey's back on. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114426635631321916?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114426635631321916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114426635631321916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114426635631321916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114426635631321916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/04/moles.html' title='Moles'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114405655240413662</id><published>2006-04-03T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:39:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Site plug: Like paperdolls? Check out &lt;a href="http://www.paperdollheaven.com/"&gt;Stardoll&lt;/a&gt; when you're feeling girly and all dress-up-y, or if you're simply bored. Enjoy! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a tuition teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was never my ambition at all, but if it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's accomplished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...the tuition agency just called me and I'm going to be teaching a Pri 5 kid English, Maths and Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm DOOMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know anything about teaching Science??? I know my Science but how to teach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jia lat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Update: BLARDY HELL!!! The tuition kid's mum cancelled on me!!!! AW MAAAAN...There goes my dream of being a tuition teacher...They had another one which is exactly the same, except that it's at Eunos...SIGH! Funnily, though I'm a teensy weeny bit disappointed (that I won't be getting money anytime soon), I feel kinda relieved as well. Ah well...a better (more money) opportunity will come my way! I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooowss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth was late for his birthday lunch!!! LOL, so hilarious. We were &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;there waiting for our guest of honour, and when we got sicked of waiting and Deone called him, he just woke up! Horrible lah!! Lol, so we had our Fish&amp;Co. dinner without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1015653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm...after lunch we walked around and than went to Marmalade for dessert! The sticky toffee is super duper delicious! I must bring baby one day to try. Oh ya, and &lt;strong&gt;Kit Chan&lt;/strong&gt; and her family/friends (whatever) sat behind us! Although Kenneth and Pei Yi &lt;em&gt;refuse&lt;/em&gt; to believe its her. But I just &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;it's her! It is her, dammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, when walking pass Lido, I saw the filipino actress who acted as the maid in Chn 8's 9pm show Happy Fish, or Kuai Le Yu. You know...the maid of Xiang Yun's character who always goes 'Ma ma mi!' or something like that. Haha...anyway, the filipino actress quite glam sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...Celebrated Darryl's birthday with his friends at Brewerkz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy heeeellll...His friends were supposed to trick him, at the last minute, that they couldn't make it for his dinner but Polly let slip!! Haha, but nevermind, it was still good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say hello to the birthday boooy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol, Seng Yan like want to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ahaha..His friends are funny. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Omg lah, D was so enthu about being embarressed infront of all the patrons of Brewerkz. I was damn embaressed for him man! Haha, he had to stand on a chair to sing his birthday song infront of e-ver-ry-one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1900.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG1897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god people actually clapped. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we all proceeded to something &lt;em&gt;normal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG1911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG18860.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG18860.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/CIMG18900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/CIMG18900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCED BABY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*MUACK!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO KENNETH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Have fun in Aussie!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okie dokies....I'm ooouttt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rain rain go awaaay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114405655240413662?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114405655240413662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114405655240413662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114405655240413662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114405655240413662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114365073821982888</id><published>2006-03-30T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:45:38.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>I just realised my previous blog title 'Chronicles of...' is the same as Triple Periods. How coincidental, and possibly unfortunate, that I used the same title as him then. Or maybe he just changed it...Hmm...I wouldn't know, I just read the blog for the first time a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people have been wondering the hell my religion is. I always tell them I'm a Buddhist, but the image that concieves in their head is of temples, monks and loads of 'Om-ni-to-fu' (Is that how u spell it?! Lol.)  or that it's 'Japanese Buddhism'. Anyway, I can't really blame them because I myself do not know how to explain my 'branch' of religion as well (and still do not know how). The best I could offer was that I belonged to SSA or Singapore Soka Association, which is really just the Singapore branch of Soka Gakkai International. Sooo...to somehow prove that my religion is not really as obscure as it seems, some girl from Soka is actually featured in CLEO magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically, I just find it really novel to see my religion come up in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...it's been quite a while since I've posted up an entry on my thoughts - usually it's on something that happened etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought, is musings the right word for this entry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I'm really bored, and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to chill tomorrow???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114365073821982888?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114365073821982888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114365073821982888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114365073821982888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114365073821982888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/03/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114346298095047837</id><published>2006-03-27T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:34:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hong Kong Trip</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know some of you have been waiting for pictures from my trip, so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at the Hong Kong Intl' Airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooo..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we took the airport express...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Totally empty, I tell you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...All the way from the Airport to Kowloon StatioN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah hah...that was damn blardy spastic. But anyway, here are some scenic shots of Hong Kong while I was on the train. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, after a cab from Kowloon station and 1 hour or so later, my mum, sister and I reach our hotel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A typical HK street. This is just below my hotel if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2758.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah hah. I wonder if it's meant to be funny or they just can't spell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2429.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From my hotel room at the 10th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know that my hotel number is the date of my sister's birthday - 1027? How coincidental!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2430.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally yum yum place to eat! I think I saw some old Hong Kong actor walking out of the store. I tried finding his picture but unfortunately, I don't even know his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, the area around my hotel is filled with wedding gown boutiques, and the dresses are soooo grand, magnificent and beautiful! Too bad I didn't take any pictures to remember and show you guys. Sigh, I just realised I didn't even take a picture of the cute boy's fruit stall!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2431.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love this mango thingy! Too bad I only ate in once, argh, another regret. Why did I not buy it home?? I'm craving for it now! ARGH! Ha, but this mango puff thingy is sold at this dessert store. I can't remember its name, but it's found everywhere. Relatively cheap, we ate there &lt;em&gt;practically&lt;/em&gt; everyday, and my mum almost always had &lt;em&gt;gui ling gao&lt;/em&gt;. I like their sago desserts too, but this mango thingy (might the pun) takes the cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who don't know what gui ling gao is, it's actually turtle shell herbal jelly, and looks like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/guilinggao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's quite yummy, really. Please don't kill me animal activists. I love animals too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay&lt;/em&gt;, let's move on. So, basically during my trip, we travelled by their MTR, which is really like Singapore's MRT. Singapore and HK is really alike anyway/by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're on our way to Victoria Peak! That's my mum in the foreground btw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute uniforms!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walking to take the peak tram!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2445.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2446.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my mum and sister can't walk normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's not the peak tram, though it's still a tram and we wanted to take it but there just wasn't and opportunity to (Ah! Another regret!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2459.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2464.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can hold camera fine, thank you. It's the train - it's freaking moving up at 45 deg! This picture so does not really show how 45 deg the train is. It's amazing how the train manages to go up and then stay put and not fall backwards...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally Victoria Peak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/victoria%20peak001.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hong Kong Skyline! My camera ran out of battery and started acting cuckoo from this time onwards, so we paid about $10 to get this taken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and those 2D pictures you might see onwards are taken by a lousy disposable camera i bought there. Hence the poor quality. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up and had lunch at the yummy restaurant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2489.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...I am so going to get slaughtered by animal activists. That's the only picture I have though, but the restaurant looks like a typical chinese restaurant. The dim sum was delicious though their servings were so huge that we had to cancel a few. In fact, the servings in Hong Kong all huge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch, my mum wanted to visit our religion temple in Hong Kong. Actually, it's more of a building, but whatever, we took the MTR to Prince Edward and then walked a&lt;em&gt; looong&lt;/em&gt; 20 minutes. At least the sights were interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2494.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2494.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah hah. I find this picture totally hilarious. I never knew my mum was a gun-wielding terrorist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2496.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's one &lt;em&gt;BIG &lt;/em&gt;hydrant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2492%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2492%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that person circles in red? That's not some kid on a swing, that's a friggin' GRANDMOTHER! White hair and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look how high she goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2493%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not a sight you see everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/victoria%20peak001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/victoria%20peak001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are at the temple-building! The man on the right is Hong Kong's SGI assistant vice-president/director, I think, and he brought us around to see the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I ever tell you how easy it is to get around in HK? However, walking to and fro everywhere is killer! But to the Hong Kong-ers, 20 minutes of walking is considered short. After leaving the temple-building, we asked an international school boy if there were any MTR stations nearby in hope of walking to a nearer one that Prince Edward. Okay, more of like we scared him when we suddenly stopped him and spoke with a faux Hong Kong accent. Haha, turns out the boy could speak perfect english! But back to the topic, the frightened and confuse boy told us that the nearest station was Prince Edward, and when we lamented that it was far away, he said, "&lt;em&gt;No, it's very near. Only 20 minutes away&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"-_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you imagine any Singaporean calling 20 minutes of walking short? Already walking from Lido to Heeren is considered capitol punishment to my friends! =p Luckily the weather was cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously, all the walking around and lugging bags and bags of shopping for 5 days have toned my leg and arm muscles. The same can't be said for my tummy though. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We headed to the Avenue of Stars next to see the light display!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/avenuestars001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/avenuestars001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/avenueofstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/avenueofstars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what instrument this uncle is playing furiously on? The clue is right infront of you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, an SAW! Lol, he even posed for my picture. I'm going to make millions by selling this picture when he becomes the next Mozart, only with a saw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so will 123 456 other people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked foward towards the next tourist attraction - the clock tower!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no idea why it's a tourist attraction though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some unique sights while walking around HK after that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you see a tree in the middle of a &lt;em&gt;restuarant?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, so balinese. Look at the bottome of the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They're real fishies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay okay, &lt;strong&gt;Day 3 &lt;/strong&gt;will be more interesting (I hope) because we went to Ocean Park!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One very long escaltor caused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...my mum was afraid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2594.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2594.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We were at the high lands of Ocean Park first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2595.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2595.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This rollar coaster was one of the many my sister and I rode. I can't show you the rest because I was sitting on the ride and my mum took pictures. Well, I &lt;em&gt;saw &lt;/em&gt;her taking pictures of my sister and I, during the 6 or so rides we rode, but I just realised she didn't. take. a. single. one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like hiting the wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is damn sad lah. I sat on a viking ship. On another rollar coaster which turned 360 degrees. On some stupid ride that went round and round. And the best of all, a 20 storey vertical drop which I only manage to psycho my sister after 1hr! AHHHHH!! I just told my mum and she just laughed. Hahahaha..I'm having a weird mix of emotions like anger, sadness, funny-ness, resignation and god-knows-what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, let me show you pictures of the very exciting.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shark Aquarium and Atoll Reef!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. Yes, eat my mum up and the rest of the stupid mainland Chinese tourists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum, you know why. =) But the reason why mainland chinese tourists should be eaten by that shark is because they are damn blardy irritating and rude! Yes, especially rude! The &lt;u&gt;mainland chinese tourists&lt;/u&gt; that I, unfortunately had to share breathing space with, were extremely rude. They do not know what queue means and simply push everyone out of their way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just take this fine example - my sister and I were about to board the last compartment on the 360 degree roller coaster, and this !*&amp;# china-man just pushed me and stood infront of me and boldly asked his friend to hurry come over! My GAWD! I was so obviously about to get in - my leg was almost inside, and he had the audacity to push me! ROAR! I am so pissed off just thinking about it. Gah, and he did not look guilty or embaressed whatsoever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;em&gt;seething&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they are going to host the Olympics! What a joke (in my opinion)! No wonder China has to publish some etiquette book for its citizens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, back to the fishies! I'm just going to bomb you with pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There's even a Starfish stuck to the glass in the Nemo tank!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Garden eels stuck in the sand. I find it disgusting yet fascinating. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sotong!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink jelly fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many many jelly fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nemo's teacher! I can't remember his name. Is he called Mr. Ray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like, totally duuuude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was like so pre-school picture book with accompanying caption.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Next, we sat on the ferris wheel! Weeeeeeee...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_26720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_26760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_26760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It was super windy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_26770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2658%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the 20 storey vertical drop I sat on. Can you spot the tiny people on the ride?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, after playing the rides, visiting the attractions, and wasting money on games and not winning a single stuff toy, we sat took the cable car down to see some show called 'Eye of the mystique'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/avenuestars001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/avenuestars001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/avenuestars002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/avenuestars002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Eye of the mystique' is basically a bunch of clowns and two midgets skating on fake ice and doing a bunch of stunts in anattempt to entertain people in place of the famous dolphin show at ocean park (which the venue was currently under renovation).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/eye%20of%20the%20mystique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would have rather see dolphins than the show. But at at least the show managed to raise a few chuckles. The 3 golden people with superman strength were quite impressive also. Just take a look at the second picture - it was just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't manage to see the dolphins or even the otters, but at least I saw the two giant pandas &lt;em&gt;Jia Jia&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;An An&lt;/em&gt;! They are soooo cute, especially the male one, which I think is &lt;em&gt;An An&lt;/em&gt;. He eats non-stop I tell you! The whole 15 minutes I was there, all he did was to pick up bamboo stalks and bite off the stems. It seemed as if he has not eaten for decades! So adorable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2684.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2684.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Ocean Park we went shopping around Mongkok. Actually, we went shopping around Mongkok like Ladies Market etc. almost everyday. That day was the worst though. We were carrying SO MANY THINGS. It was literally Shop til you drop! My gosh, I wanted to drop everything and just die, but the thought of '&lt;em&gt;There might be something nice in the next shop. Or the next. Or maybe the next.&lt;/em&gt;' spurred me on. Your mind can make you do amazing things - like shopping alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, &lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt; was shopping day. A very bad day to shop compared to the weekdays because everywhere was friggin crowded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Taken from the 3 storey Esprit building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum had a trial massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we visited a wet market because my sister had to use the toilet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird thingys. I have no idea what they are but don't they look like the end of elephant trunks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2685.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;gag&lt;/em&gt;* They are snake like creatures by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Frogs. Argh! Damn disgusting. Haha, I kept on taking pictures of the fishes and what-nots , and my mum and and kept 'eew-ing' at the rows and rows of captivated fishes. I think the fishmonger was amused by us, and he promptly tried to scare us by pretending to throw one of these frogs at us! Ha, my mum was terrified!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor turtles...They don't have their shells anymore. They look so forlorn and sad. In fact most of the fishes looked sad. Their eyes were all so..."hollow".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I would to if I lived around this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It died in it's pool of blood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, so yes, that was Day 4 for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh..! Time flew so fast! That day, my mum ran around to buy this metallic cup. In HK, the restaurants we went to served hot tea in this metallic cups, and my mum was soo impressed because the outer surface of the cup stayed cool while the tea remained hot for a very long time inside. So, we brought back about 10 of these cups to give my relatives. Turns out, my dad tested it with hot tea when we came back, and it didn't work! Haha, boy, was she pissed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, went to this store which sold herbs. They even chopped the herbs themselves! So...traditional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For out final meal, we ate at this restaurant called 'Little Sheep'. Haha, they had a dim sum buffet, but the food wasn't very good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_2744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, a shuttle took us to the airport after that, had a cup of deeeeelicious Ben &amp; Jerry's ice-cream, and before I knew it I was back in Singapore! Baby and my dad came to pick us up. Thank god, haha, cause it would have been hell to carry 3 filled luggages, one filled throlley bag and 4 filled plastic bags. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Hong Kong! I must go there with friends one day. Either that or Bangkok. Sigh...I need money! I am seriously so broke, and there are 4 birthdays this coming month! With Baby's being one of them. What should I get them?? Oh yes, I still have presents that I have yet given! Hello Missy Poos! Your little gifts are waiting, let's meet up soon! Hmm...too bad Jo is going to be missing for 3 weeks because that lucky girl is in New Zealand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of another lucky female, Deone is currently in Taipei when just last week, she came back from New York and Canada! AH! I am so envious! Haha, I met Deone, Pei Yi and Jing Hui a few days ago to catch up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1015625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1015625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/jh&amp;me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/jh%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for the presents! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too-ti-too-rah! So that was the load of pictures people! This was one hell of a LONG entry. Aw man, I am going to put my bottom braces tomorrow! Haha, kind of dreading in, and am a little lazy to go down to Holland V. YAWNNNNN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm beat!!! Ta ta!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114346298095047837?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114346298095047837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114346298095047837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114346298095047837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114346298095047837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-hong-kong-trip.html' title='My Hong Kong Trip'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114284853429495516</id><published>2006-03-20T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:55:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE HONG KONG</title><content type='html'>BOO! everyone! I'm back from Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haha, yes the phones are hot (!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I LOVE HONG KONG!! I love the weather there - cold but not too cold. Argh, and the boys! I saw so many HOT BOYS! Okay, just more than I see in SG. Sigh..must be the weather in Singapore that turns possibly cute Singaporean guys into pimply boys. But back to cute HK boys, there was this really cute boy who helps his parents run their fruit stall near my hotel! I think I have a paedophilic streak in my nature sometimes, cause he looks about 15. But you never know, he might be *gasp* 18 (!), and it's not wrong to admire good-looking goods, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I STILL LOVE YOU ONLY D! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You know I do, if you ever read this =) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I saw some really pretty HK girls too (just more boys), and can they carry off the &lt;em&gt;'Ah-Lian'&lt;/em&gt; look really really well! Haha, I love the way some of them dress, but I so can't carry it off. Hey, but I got subconsiously influenced and bought some minorly-&lt;em&gt;ah-lian&lt;/em&gt; clothings. Or maybe because there was hardly anything else to get! There were many many nice tops except they mostly came in 3 sized too big! Perfect for the big-shirt-tapered pants combo there, but totally &lt;em&gt;lian&lt;/em&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I digressed. As I was saying, I saw some really pretty HK girls who would be really pretty &lt;em&gt;Ah-lians&lt;/em&gt; in Singapore, but it was the Japanese girls who were WOAH! Man, if I were a guy, I would totally think &lt;em&gt;'Thank the lord, it's my Hentai fantasy come true!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to visit Japan when the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralala...Okay, I will update this entry again, &lt;em&gt;um&lt;/em&gt;, soon. There's over 300 pictures and I must do justice to this trip! So yes, hopefully my mood to blog and go through tons of photos strike soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114284853429495516?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114284853429495516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114284853429495516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114284853429495516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114284853429495516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-hong-kong.html' title='I LOVE HONG KONG'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114225916579694526</id><published>2006-03-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:17:42.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want, no NEED, a Sugar Daddy!</title><content type='html'>I thought I lusted for this, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/blue_razr_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/blue_razr_1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then this beauty came along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/mot_razr_pink_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! SO PRETTY! I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...But the ultimate, totally unattainable-unless-my-dad-strikes-TOTO-by-HIMSELF!, is &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/motorola_dg_razr3_box_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall go watch Desperate Housewives now and yearn for beautiful manicured fingernails, lawns and Dolce and Gabbana cellphones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, Madam Wong's on Sat was crowded, sweaty but totally fun when you have a space to dance, on the chair! Ha, the dancefloor was full of the usual grinding bodies and I didn't even have to move and I could dance. Yawn..too bad the lights went up when it started getting fun. So much for my first clubbing experience since last X'mas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On second thought, I think this will be my last entry till next week, when I'm back from Hong Kong! Should be back with lotsa pictures and SHOPPING! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will miss y'all! MWAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, &lt;em&gt;ciao&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114225916579694526?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114225916579694526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114225916579694526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114225916579694526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114225916579694526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-no-need-sugar-daddy.html' title='I want, no NEED, a Sugar Daddy!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114198965552777331</id><published>2006-03-10T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:20:55.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discover Hong Kong 2006!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be jetting off to Hong Kong from the 15th - 19th March! Ooo...I am so excited! Will be staying at this hotel called &lt;a href="http://www.kimberleyhotel.com.hk/home.html"&gt;Kimberley Hotel&lt;/a&gt;, and if y'all want anything from there let me know k? I'll see if I can help you get it. If I'm not online, SMS me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalalalaaaaa............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hyperventilating just thinking of the shopping waiting to be done...and the packing! Haha, shit, I so don't know what to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr...I am mildly irritated now. I hate being stood up. Worst, if you do not bother to notify me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so juvenile doing this, but I can't help but do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, towned with YS and WH yesterday. Haha, YS is one lame shit. He makes really random sounds and songs. The most hilarious was the illegible song he started to sing when SX met us. For 2.5 seconds, WH and I just froze, staring at him, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Ah...FUNNAAAAY! But it was damn fun &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, checking out girls with them. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met D later and played DOTA with his friends, again. Ha, I think I found 'my' character. Shall see if it really is the one later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too-ti-tooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, tell me if you want anything from HK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114198965552777331?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114198965552777331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114198965552777331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114198965552777331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114198965552777331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/03/discover-hong-kong-2006_10.html' title='Discover Hong Kong 2006!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114179737682581327</id><published>2006-03-08T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:56:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahaha. Yesterday was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost&lt;strong&gt; 2 hours&lt;/strong&gt; of sitting outside the carpark beside Parkway's Popular, we finally managed to persuade the guys to play TABOO at Boardgame Paradise! Haha, so funnaaay...They didn't want to to play at first but the girls wanted to, and the guys wanted to play DOTA but the girls didn't want to. So there, on 2 big round marble stone chairs, 6 guys and 4 girls sat talking rubbish. Ahh...it's crazy man. But in the end, everyone liked the game and wanted to buy it! Ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, TABOO was funnay because someone (I can't remember who) was using YS as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yi Sheng is ____????"&lt;br /&gt;A totally impromtu WeiLing: "Fat! Bustard! Jerk! Slut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA! It was damn FUNNAAAAY!!! Lol, poor YS! But he totally deserved it because he insulted all the girls yesterday! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, SX, Jo and WL left and the rest and I proceeded to play.........DOTA! Haha...OH YA! D came down to find me, and after DOTA, all of us went to Siglap to eat. And ALL of us sat in his car. D driving, I'm in the front passenger seat, and Je, PH, YS, WH, Syl, KC became sardines and squeezed into the back of the CAR. Although it's only 3 traffic lights away from Katong S.C. to that noodle place at Siglap, there was actually a police car turning towards us as we passed! LOL. It's amazing they didn't stop a vehicle with 6 guys at the back. OMG, I must have looked like a Mamasan, only for guys...And all my 'ducks' are squeezing at the back. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I cut and coloured my hair yesterday. It's shoulder length now and totally black. I like! But most need getting used to. Thank you Wei Ling for accompanying me, especially for so long! MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and meet the rest at Parkway after that, and they played pool. Lol, SX was so adorable. I accompanied her to buy chinese assessment books for her PSLE-year sister, and thank god when we came back YS said (in chinese), "Why isit for Pri 2??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, then we had to walk all the way to popular to exchange. Heh...PSLE higher chinese books are so hard to get man - there were hardly any. And my chinese is simplay atrocious now. Even more &lt;em&gt;jia lat&lt;/em&gt; than before. I was trying to read from a PRIMARY 6 book, and obviously I only knew words like "&lt;em&gt;You Yi Tian&lt;/em&gt;...". Ha, that's "One Day" btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to go eat Lunch now! Sayonara everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114179737682581327?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114179737682581327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114179737682581327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114179737682581327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114179737682581327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114157776047048908</id><published>2006-03-06T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:56:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. This is so cute and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waytoblue.com/media/video/the_real_simpsons_850k.asx"&gt;The Real Simpsons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it from &lt;a href="http://www.trent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink is the New Blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Underworld Evolution is wicked wicked! Go watch it man! The action scences left me in a "I realised I stopped breathing" state. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...my throat is irritating the hell outta me. I think I have an ulcer there. GAH. I knew I never really liked durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to eat at some random chinese restaurant at some random play called Acadia (?) with D and his family, and then we had Durian at Balestier, then we went to Tanah Merah Beach I think - so that Junior could walk and crap, and then we went to pick his mum up at Changi Airport! Wow, she brought back loads of stuff. There was this really long and big box of golf clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I'm feeling totally random today. So boring maaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playing DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114157776047048908?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114157776047048908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114157776047048908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114157776047048908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114157776047048908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-114138251967583517</id><published>2006-03-03T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:06:37.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I've been MIA from the world since god-knows-when but I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;, in case you guys are wondering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been doing? Absolutely nothing, except playing DOTA with D and his friends like almost everyday? Omg, it's freaking crazy! I'm not as addicted as the guys, but on average I think I've played 4 hours of DOTA at LAN shops everyday????? Haha, I think there's like now a permanant team of 10, and growing. The craziest days are playing dota for 6 hours straight at cineleisure, in the freaking wee hours of the morning. Hahaha, I sound like a computer geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! I miss my friends! I haven't seen &lt;em&gt;anyone &lt;/em&gt;from school and the missy poos. Gah, if you guys are reading this! LET'S MEET UP SOON! LIKE NEXT WEEK K???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, a tribute to my first year in poly. Okay wait, being the perfectionist I am, I feel that no words can truly describe how everything went. Okay fine, I am too lazy to think of how to structure what I want to say, but nevermind! because everything I wanna say has already been said from these wonderful people!!! Hahahaha...but seriously, &lt;a href="http://flooked.blogspot.com"&gt;Deone&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thelushrush.blogspot.com"&gt;Pei Yi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://waliwonk.blogspot.com"&gt;Geraldine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kooky-monster.blogspot.com"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://baubug.blogspot.com"&gt;Clarence&lt;/a&gt; have summed up everthing. Everything right down to the fun-filled Taboo and Popeye's day. =) I love all you people, and I miss your guys in T109! We must meet up again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, thank you everyone who wrote something about me in their tribute =) I would love to say something here too, but I will just &lt;em&gt;die &lt;/em&gt;if I have to write something for each and everyone of you. I know you all know when I do something important it has to be 100%. So if I am to tell how I love all of you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in each of your special way. shit too mushy for me =D)&lt;/span&gt;, expect a 800 word essay. Haha! But seriously, we must go out really really soon. But in the meantime, take care =)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I am feeling super nostalgic-y and sentimental right now. BOO HOO HOO. I feel the sudden urge to catch up with everyone right now. As in right now, now. But sigh, everyone seems to be busy with their own stuff today! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala...I need a haircut, and I seriously need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I can't believe that thing is over. The waiting time was absolutely long and excruciating. I didn't feel a single thing, and it was over by the time I woke. Heck, I didn't even knew I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using this phrase one too many times, but words cannot describe the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; experience. This time I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBBrrrrllll...Should I look for a job now??? I am in serious need of money, but I might be going on a holiday next weekend. I dunno, maybe HK or Taipei, but you know my Mum. Always changing her mind the last minute. I am in such a transitional stage. Feeling totally in limbo right now. Damn, I feel so disconnected with the world now, and there seems to be so many things left unsaid and undone. ZAH! At least next week will be a week of meeting up with friends. So, one thing's definite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I am ending this post now, and it might be a little while before I blog, or even go online, again. Haha...Ever since I lent my laptop to D, I don't find the urge to go online anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, see you guys soon! MWAH! And remember, I still want to be known as Marissa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bah. The keys E and 3 are driving me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-114138251967583517?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/114138251967583517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=114138251967583517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114138251967583517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/114138251967583517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-everyone.html' title='HELLO EVERYONE!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113972722119836352</id><published>2006-02-12T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T14:55:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready bites?</title><content type='html'>Haha, &lt;a href="http://dev.atmosphere.net/cheesybites/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is entertaining for like a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start poppin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And click the pepperonis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this off &lt;a href="http://www.trent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink is the new blog&lt;/a&gt; btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113972722119836352?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113972722119836352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113972722119836352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113972722119836352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113972722119836352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-ready-bites.html' title='Are you ready bites?'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113948931070933495</id><published>2006-02-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:48:30.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs all pointed to that, and I thought I was prepared to handle the truth. But tears threathened to flow as I saw the proof. I never thought anything like this would happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray everything will eventually go the way it has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I am going to be so financially and emotionally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I feel so guilty knowing what I'm planning, and I feel so bad knowing that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fiesty one, I hope you'll come back when the time is right. If not, to somewhere where there is love. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113948931070933495?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113948931070933495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113948931070933495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113948931070933495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113948931070933495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113865098590440112</id><published>2006-01-31T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T03:56:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahaha! Hello everyone, Happy Chu San!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I am so happy! I won $2.80 just now from Mahjong. So what if it's a measly $2.80?? It is ALOT! Considering that it's against MahJong veterans like D's parents. And &lt;em&gt;they all &lt;/em&gt;lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la lalalala la la lalalaaaaa... -&lt;em&gt;sings Smurf's tune&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. But anyway, I hope your CNY was fun! Mine was okay, except that I got alittle sick in the evening earlier on. The headache must have been caused by the excessive amount of CNY goodies. Grr...I'm hungry now, I feel like eating but I'm so lazy to cook instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo...I guess my celebrations were generally the same with everyone's else, so I'll let the pictures do the talking for Chu Yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first place I visited - my temple. At 3pm. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait, the above picture is the only picture I have of visitations with my family. Haha...The rest are actually taken at night - where D and I met his friends at P.S. to watch &lt;strong&gt;Fearless&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Fearless&lt;/strong&gt; is an okay movie, but the purpose of watching a movie that night was because D's friend, Joshua, was going back to Aussie! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From L-R: Eric, Joshua, Joshua's Gf Lydia and D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like this picture - The foreground is clear but look at the girl walking at the back. Zoom...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Familiar? Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's Kenneth on the left btw. Poor thing, he couldn't come for the reunion dinner on Friday because his whole platoon had to look for a missing rifle that one of his platoon mate lost. Tsk tsk. Apparently, losing a weapon is like damn serious. You can get 6 years in the detention barrack for just losing a rifle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=D Kenneth, Eric, Seng Yan/Issac, Joshua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_20480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol. My smile is ghastly. FYI, my braces are red. Specially for CNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenneth with his GF Iris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DO YOU KNOW that Iris is my primary school senior!??! Lol, it's AMAZING. I met her for the first time at the steamboat on Friday, and I kept thinking that she looks damn familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before. So after alot of random ransacking of my memory throughout the night, plus finding out that she lives near my primary school (Bedok View), I asked her if she went to that school. And YES! She's two years my senior. That's not the only thing though, she was in the &lt;em&gt;SAME&lt;/em&gt; CCA as me, Netball, and she was a prefect too! Isit it weirdly amazing how coincident and how small the world is????? &lt;em&gt;Freaky...&lt;/em&gt;Omg it was a Friday! My own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freaky Friday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ahahaha...But anyway, I think she's really pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Waves&lt;/em&gt;- Seng Yan's SIA stewardess GF, Polly, with Lydia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_2036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Iris and Eric look like two people I know in BGSS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah...my table is beside the window and there's a &lt;em&gt;breeze. &lt;/em&gt;I've been freaking freezing the entire time I wrote this entry! ARGH! And I'm even more hungry now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I shall go sleep the hunger off. Nights everyone! Have a great CNY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113865098590440112?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113865098590440112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113865098590440112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113865098590440112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113865098590440112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/01/ahahaha-hello-everyone-happy-chu-san.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113844131878552244</id><published>2006-01-28T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:00:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY everyone!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, yesterday was funny-fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat dinner at D's friend's house with the rest of his friends. So much food, and we spent the whole night playing Mafia. The game started off being very funny until the end of the night, when it became very tactical and serious. Haha, must be because everyone was like damn tired. The whole night was relatively G-rate, surprisingly. Lol, but fun nonetheless. And I looked like a panda at the end of the night because my eyeliner was all smudge, how glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just woke up an hour ago - 8 hours of sleep and I woke up 'naturally'. Amazing. I should have expected to sleep for 12 hours or something since I've been lacking sleep for the past week due to tons and tons of schoolwork. Ahhh....I don't want CNY to be over! Because once it's Wednesday, don't expect to see a post til 123456789 days. Okay, maybe 1 post of my CNY celebrations if it's interesting. And if I have TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooo...anywaaaay.....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaay!!!!!! ANG POWS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too-ti-too-too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, it should be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DONG DONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah!! Do you know that Brokeback Mountain is opening in Singapore UNCUT?!?!?! UNBELIVEABLE! I am so going to go watch it! And I still haven't watch Memoirs of A Geisha. ARGH. Is anyone free (when I'm free)?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...K everyone, go have fun the next few days whether you're celebrating or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113844131878552244?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113844131878552244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113844131878552244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113844131878552244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113844131878552244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-cny-everyone.html' title='Happy CNY everyone!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113802855310308935</id><published>2006-01-23T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:02:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst week(end) ever</title><content type='html'>Argh. I seriously feel like puking. Never, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;, sleep straight away after having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bleuch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm coming down with the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this entry is not going to make much sense because I posting it so that I can archive my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was one of the worst week D and I had, and the most costly too. Well, at least we all learn something! Sigh...Last week is effing up this week, so this week is not that smooth-sailing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;whole experience was kiiindaaa interesting, but I broke a nail because of it! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; incident can go screw itself. Those people, especially HE, should really evaluate their self-worth. It's not as high as they think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. $345 +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, did I ever mention that D is renovating his room? I went to helped him paint his room yesterday! Lol, but I didn't help &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;much, he and his Dad worked fror like 12 hours straight. And Junior is a really heavy dog. Hahaha, I taught him how to '&lt;em&gt;shake [his] left paw'&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think he understands the reason behind it, but just lifts it up because he knows that if he lifts it up he will get food! Funny doggieeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a tailor at Kallang after going to TAKA just now. It is the tailor JH always goes to, and its so FAST AND CHEAP! I went to alter my jeans, and it ws done within half an hour for just $4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kowtow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I shall go do my work now. BLEUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;feel like puking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113802855310308935?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113802855310308935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113802855310308935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113802855310308935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113802855310308935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/01/worst-weekend-ever.html' title='The worst week(end) ever'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113739187776666745</id><published>2006-01-16T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:11:17.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I've missed school - what the hell is happening to my new year's resolution?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it's damn shit, I don't want to fail a module because of my low attendence. Already, I might fail ComIssues!! AAAH! I hope that new lecturer finds my excuse good enough, if not, Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since the word 'Sayonara' came out, go watch this spoof of Memoirs of a Geisha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_AQvqsZFgDY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking hilarious lah!! Some of you might have seen it on &lt;a href="http://mrbrown.com"&gt;Mr. Brown&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://justjared.blogspot.com"&gt;Just Jared&lt;/a&gt;, but here's for those who haven't! Deone showed it to me last Monday and I laughed like hell during lecture. Lol, D finds the 'Hee Hee Hee' part damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all! Back to school work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113739187776666745?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113739187776666745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113739187776666745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113739187776666745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113739187776666745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/01/zzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113699438118430955</id><published>2006-01-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:46:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;strong&gt;Tab TV&lt;/strong&gt; next wednesday to catch Keshia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! I am like in first degree connection to a rising young actress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a birthday shoutout to my cousin - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy birthday Chai Jing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school again, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, it's only Comm Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscious: But you've skipped almost half of all the classes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: But the weather is so darn good this past few days lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever maan, no school again tomorrow! I feel like watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too-ti-too-ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, TA! I am going to put my brain through mindless shows like The Simple Life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113699438118430955?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113699438118430955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113699438118430955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113699438118430955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113699438118430955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-yall-watch-tab-tv-next-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113656897700077677</id><published>2006-01-07T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T02:29:53.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise to try not to write like this ever, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION EVERYONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://themeangreenbean.tripod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/bean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Support &lt;a href="http://flooked.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Deone&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://themeangreenbean.tripod.com" target="_blank"&gt;The MEAN GREEN BEAN&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this entry is going to be so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! I didn't go to school again for WritCom tutorial. I soo wanted to go because I spent the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; of Thursday completing my essay outline but I so totally overslept. How not to when the weather makes my bed super snuggly? Had to go get MC because I CANNOT MISS ANYMORE WRITCOM TUT OR LECTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT be late for any Writcom lessons anymore, and do not even think about not making it. Sigh, my attendence for this module is seriously abysmal and I've like even got a warning already. =X Soooo not going to get debarred or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must stick to my new year's resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhows, I still have not recieve any NYE pictures from Miss PSX! Like, hellooooo...?!! =) And J-ALM too - my birthday pictures at Coffee Club! Oh ya, Jo darling, I think my mummy's ring is with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY &lt;/span&gt;is coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so psyched! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANG POOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaay! Going to go shopping tomorrow for new clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this entry like, so bimbotic or &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's like, continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be revealing something new today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've told a few of you guys, and I want to tell the rest (honestly!) but I've not seen y'all at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, anyway, I've decided to introduce myself as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARISSA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I decided to because english names are so much easier than chinese names, and it bugs me sometimes when people go &lt;em&gt;'Got any engrish name or not?&lt;/em&gt;'. Moreover, it will be so much easier when I start working in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not copying Mischa Barton's character in The O.C. Common, there are like sooo many Michelle's in the world so everyone is copying everyone? No &lt;em&gt;riiight&lt;/em&gt;? Okay, I just used Michelle as an example because I know many girls named Michelle, and Michelle is really a common (as in used alot, and in no way am I calling Michelles' average) name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've already heard 2 jokes already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those who know me can still call me Jia Ling if you wish, but I would totally appreciate it if you introduce me to your friends (or whatever) as Marissa from now on. Even better if you call me Marissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all y'all! &lt;3!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And is this &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;so not the bimbotic-est entry &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;twirls strand of hair with fingers&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://themeangreenbean.tripod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/headingoptimized.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CLICK CLICK CLICK!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113656897700077677?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113656897700077677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113656897700077677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113656897700077677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113656897700077677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-promise-to-try-not-to-write-like.html' title='I promise to try not to write like this ever, again.'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113630659733980764</id><published>2006-01-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:43:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey y'all! How was your NYE's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, mine was spent hopping around - City Hall --&gt; Esplanade --&gt; Chjimes --&gt; Orchard (Countdown) --&gt; Paulaner --&gt; Raimah -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and finally&lt;/span&gt;-&gt; Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg man, Orchard Road is freaking scary on occasions like this. Me and the girls were trying to escape from those fake snow spray the whole time! And my goodness, have never seen so many bangalas in my entire 17 years! Poor thing some of them, got sprayed even for just sitting there. But nevertheless, NYE was fun man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some pictures to post but still waiting for them from SX! Watch this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of SX, she got the MotoRazr Pink! AAAAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this entry is mainly bits and pieces that happened during the past few days which I wanna jot down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in any chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%282%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the cake I decorated for my mummy and daddy for X'mas! The cake isn't that tasty though, lol, I think that's still alot left in the fridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's D's parent's cake. Hahaha, so cute. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say Hello to Mr. Fru Fru everyone! He's my Christmas Present I got for myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Add a little Magic water...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he fru fru-s! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a really yummy home-cooked dinner by D and I. Or more like by him, I just did the shelling of the prawns and microwaving the baked beans. The dip for the prawn is frigging delicious. And the eggy thingy you see in the second picture is chicken fillet wrapped in egg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Slurp&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dinner was fun and sweet =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, went for a seafood dinner with D and his family, and his parents friends at Turf City yesterday night - yummy light hell man! Oysters in weird yet delicious green sauce, prawns, crab, and lotsa lotsa more. Even the soup was great. Sigh...That was one of the best seafood dinner I've had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/pinguinlovekittycat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/pinguinlovekittycat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's what you do when you're really bored. Haha, but anyway, Congratulations darling! Muack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'06 is looking good so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113630659733980764?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113630659733980764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113630659733980764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113630659733980764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113630659733980764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-yall-how-was-your-nyes-lol-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113595911532070141</id><published>2005-12-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:18:03.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2005</title><content type='html'>So, it's going to be a whole new year at approximately 24 hours from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has 2005 been for y'all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it has been one hell of a rollar coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been many many downs, and I can confidently say that it has been the worst year ever in my 17 years on earth. Insecurities, tears, envy, hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, horrible as in has been, it was not a waste. If I were to look back upon '05, it will definitely be the year where I've grown and learnt the most about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we've come to my new year's resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To be punctual! Please help me everyone, I'm really serious.&lt;br /&gt;2) Take less cabs. 1) &amp; 2) are connected because if I am punctual, there won't be a need to take cabs.&lt;br /&gt;3) Be more understanding towards others.&lt;br /&gt;4) Find true friends.&lt;br /&gt;6) Be nicer to my family and love them more.&lt;br /&gt;7) Listen to D and remember his advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) To love myself. I haven't been doing alot of that lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess 2006 will be the year where I'll mature even more and learn more about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really really hope that '06 will be a good year. My gut feeling tells me it will be though. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy New Year =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113595911532070141?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113595911532070141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113595911532070141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113595911532070141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113595911532070141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye-2005.html' title='Goodbye 2005'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113570568924823281</id><published>2005-12-28T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:57:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooo..My aunt got married yesterday! She's like in her mid fifties? Haha, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a typical Singaporean wedding, except for the Church part. The newlyweds belong to some Catholic church which, I think, is not recognised by The Church. Anyway, the Chursh is  a small office like room above Li Wei Song Music school at Killiney Road, and it's...&lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently it's are the only Church which offers traditional Latin mass, and everything is done in Latin. The priest preaches in Latin, the hymms  sung in Latin, and &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; females have to wear a veil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like a member of some cult. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some of the pictures taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1706.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A glimpse into the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Salem witches. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The altar.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..with a statue of baby Jesus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is this freaky or what? I was trying to get a mock scary picture of myself withe veil and it turned out like this! No photoshop at all! I feel like an Asian apparition of Mother Mary or some saint. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/strong&gt; after the wedding dinner and I LOVE THE SHOW!! It's super duper nice!!!! I wanna read the books now. ARGH. Chronicles is so much better than Harry Potter. Can you believe I'm saying this?!?! Hahaha. And hey! The title of my blog is &lt;strong&gt;'Chronicles of... '&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. I made up that title &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; I even knew of &lt;strong&gt;Narnia &lt;/strong&gt;because I liked how it sounded. Hmm...I'm thinking of changing my title to 'Chronicles of &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt;' now. Substitute Narnia. Any suggestions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went down to Liquid again on Christmas -  it was K's virgin clubbing experience! Ashley's friend was beat-boxing that night. Zeyi and D were there too. Hmm...unfortunately there wasn't much of a crowd but at least if got quite fun in the last hour. Haha, let's go clubbing again soon K! Must make sure there's a crowd! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad's Christmas present! It's a level 3 puzzle - you have to seprate the star shaped key from the cube. Not an easy feat! But very satisfying when you figure it out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this is a level 6 puzzle. Super hard! You have to seperate it, again, like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only people who have managed to are my uncle and sister - pure luck! They shook and shook for a super long time til the needle inside opened. I believe there is an easier and logical way to sepreate it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The puzzles don't have solutionsm so you just have to figure it out youself! Go get it! And Sudoku too! Hours and hours of intelletual fun. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, that's all. I'm out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113570568924823281?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113570568924823281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113570568924823281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113570568924823281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113570568924823281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/ooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113549207461528154</id><published>2005-12-25T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:27:54.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>It's the season to be jolly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FA LA LA LA LA...LA LA LA &lt;strong&gt;LA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your christmas eve? My was full of FOOD! Argh! Too bad I have to chew much slower because of my braces. Boooo...my braces are rubbing against my lips. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when to this store called Bake it Yourself yesterday! D and I took our cakes there and decorated it! The cake was for my parents. Anyway, it was super fun decorating our cakes and making it look increasingly horrible. Haha, mine looked like a studded belt while baby's looked like it had measels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, took a cab down to Coffee Club at Siglap after that to meet my girls. It was great to see them again! The garlic prawn spaghetti was yummy, it was silly fun exchanging presents, and I have my belated birthday celebration! Alas, our orchard plan was NIL. BOO right SX? Nevermind I think we're going down later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my cousin's annual X'mas eve party after that and the food is as superb as ever. *&lt;em&gt;Growl&lt;/em&gt;* I'm feeling hungry just thinking about it. D came over for awhile before heading for his Yatch (!) party, and I learnt how to play &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; Mahjong. Fun sia. Ugh, my vocabulary is so limited. Everything is FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, heading to Liquid Room after that. Boring man, I went there really late so the crowd was fizzling out already. And I had to pay cover still?! But only half cause the two of them paid for me. Woot! We went over to Raima (?) after that and it was super cold lah! Shivering the whole time. And when morning came, the rain got bigger!! Raaaan all the way to the MRT in the RAIN. Lol. But it was fun (&lt; ahaha) hanging with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby. He is like having a hangover and still has to go for his family lunch. =X I didn't want to go because I needed to sleep. So I wonder is the lunch almost over? I want to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay PEACE EVERYONE! Merry X'mas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113549207461528154?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113549207461528154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113549207461528154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113549207461528154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113549207461528154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113523938472035829</id><published>2005-12-22T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:19:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>World, say hello to braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Braces, say hello to world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how teeth look more crooked with braces on?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I can't believe I actually went and do it!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T SMILE ANYMORE...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reminds me of the song, 'All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.' But what I really want is straight teeth. *&lt;em&gt;pouts&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh...At least it's just going to be for a little over a year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I doubt I will be posting anymore before christmas, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y C&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in advance everyone! Heh heh, going last minute x'mas shopping later and tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Look here Yi Sheng&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YI SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;look&gt;, I just remembered that you owe me a birthday present. I'm waiting... =)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113523938472035829?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113523938472035829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113523938472035829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113523938472035829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113523938472035829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/world-say-hello-to-braces.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113508916789389513</id><published>2005-12-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:44:25.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas is coming, the goose is getting FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Won't you put a penny in the old man's hat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I can't remember the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Johor yesterday! My mum, sister, D and I went to City Square. It was okay - the mall was just like any other Singapore shopping center. Of course there were many local stores amont the many international brands, but most of the clothes are very &lt;em&gt;This Fashion&lt;/em&gt;. Only made a few good buys. There was this shop, though, that sold very cheap and authetic looking fake sports goods. Their changing room is funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fake Poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, this reminds me of that time when I was around 5 or 6? I was in my neighbour's kitchen after school, and she was cooking. She's around 40 plus-ish by the way. Anyway, I just got this fake poo which looked really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; real, like the one in the picture. So, being the mischievous kid that everyone is, I squat down infront of the stove and put the shit underneath me when she wasn't looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aunty...I shit on the floor..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunty looks at the floor for a moment, then, &lt;em&gt;"HAIYO! SO DIRTY! WHY YOU NEVER GO TO THE TOILET??!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hahaha...I bluff you one.", &lt;/em&gt;and gleefully took the shit beneath me with my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah...Kids do te darndest things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How nostalgic. Sometimes I wish I would stay young forever. Being old is so dreary sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to go to school &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;What's the point of having a school holiday? There's going to be a Grammar test tomorrow. My Grammar sucks. Isn't it enough that I can speak and write relatively proper English?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pfft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another topic, I like the Christmas decorations at Centerpoint!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Centerpoint.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;GIANT M&amp;Ms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one at Tanglin is also cute. Is it Tanglin? I think it is. It's the one with the GIANT snowman. SIZE MATTERS. Reminds me of the Carls and Jr. poster. Lol. Went there to eat with Jing Hui after lecture last Friday! The portobello mushroom burger is HUGH. We shared one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm...I don't think I mentioned that in my previous post, did I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, MOS is phat! BLARDY HUGE! I love the decor, and I like the fact that there are places to sit. Sadly, I didn't take any pictures even though I brought my camera out. Was too lazy to go back to the counter to retrieve it. And it's the first time I've ever gotten so high in a club. Drank almost 3 glasses of Famous Grouse (?) &lt;em&gt;minus&lt;/em&gt; Coke and Green tea. My head was spinning horribly when fell on the bed. That's even after taking a shower. Lousy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad the night ended lousily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday afternoon began shittily as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So did just now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must learn to mind my own business. Yep, new year's resolution 3) Mind my own shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pfft. Yawn. Brrl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School at 9:30am tomorrow. Yay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. This is a present for you all at T109.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_1451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;;)&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/9898651-113508916789389513?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113508916789389513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113508916789389513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113508916789389513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113508916789389513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-coming-goose-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113474750975284432</id><published>2005-12-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:38:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know one new year resolution I'm going to be making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, make that 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to school! My attendence is abysmal. The max. no. of classes I can miss for every module other than Speech is ONE. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2) Take more buses and trains instead of Taxis. In the past two days alone, I have spent almost $50 on cabs. And it's going to be anot $30 tomorrow man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys know that polyclinics have different consultaion rates? The more upper classes one like those in AMK and Clementi costs $8, while Bedok costs only $4. I found out today when I went to Clementi Polyclinic, after handing in my paper, to get an MC for today. But alas! D and I went down to eat for like 20 minutes (!) and the polyclinic was close by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Attica yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/23019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's me and D's schoolmate, Kai. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/23142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the VIP lounge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/23113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby was DJ-ing together with DJ Raj (I think) of Indochine (I think). Saw many familiar faces - It was good to see you, Oppa! Your cousin is a-mew-sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed over at my place after that, and Baby is the worst person to sleep with. He hogs the pillow and blanket!! It's damn hilarious lah! He dosen't even know what he's doing. At one point, he tugged at the pillow &lt;em&gt;thrice&lt;/em&gt; to pull the pillow from under my head. Incorrigible. But you're forgiven because of the pretty X'mas present. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heading down to MOS tomorrow! Yay...I think it's going to be fun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just digressing, I worked out just now! I vacuumed the &lt;em&gt;whole &lt;/em&gt;house, wash &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; iron the clothes. Plus hanging the washed clothes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Pats myself on the back&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who needs a maid? *&lt;em&gt;Arrogantly tosses her hair&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH, I want my housekeeper baaaaaaaacccck.......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BBrrrlll..I'm going to go catch up on blogs again. Too-rah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113474750975284432?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113474750975284432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113474750975284432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113474750975284432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113474750975284432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-one-new-year-resolution-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113438377133959764</id><published>2005-12-12T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:53:27.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A horrible day</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the suay-est days I've ever had!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I missed bus 67 by 5m. And the next bus I took, 222, was uber slow! Then, I missed the train by 5 seconds! And bloody hell! The next train had some 'technical problems'! Grrr...Keep on stopping at every station for a long time before moving. Thus, because of all these delays, I took a cab to class from Dover thinking I was late. But NO! I would not have been late today because the lecturer was being nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*!&amp;$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, today was made even more horrible because with every breeze, the flowy skirt I wore lifted up for the whole world to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHHH!! So embaressing lah! There were times where I had to struggle to hold both sides of my skirt to keep it down. No idea why man, I've wore this skirt tons of times and it has never been this bad! NP must be too windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! When I was in the toilet right, this girl accidentally came in! Stupid lock didn't work! Heng though, I don't think she saw much. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst has to be when I was running to the bus, at the busstop full of people, and my skirt chose to act up at the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt; So embarressing...Flashed at everyone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I wasn't wearing holey granny underwear. Not that I have any anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to add as well! During lunch, this stupid ah mah cleaner started scolding me for no reason at all! I just met my classmates at the canteen, where they had &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; already sat down &amp;amp; bought their food. I had just got there and was about to buy food when the ah mah stood infront of me and started screeching to me! I thought 'What the hell did I do?' and was so surprised and confused. She spoke in chinese and all I heard from the noise was 'table', 'chinese are bad', 'malay good'. Siao man, she herself chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she was scolding me for joining 3 tables together. And that it was always the chinese who put the tables together and never put back. Damn suai lah. I just got there and got scolded for something I didn't even do. Crazy old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done whining. I am going to NAP! Super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th month Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, like hungry ghost festival &lt;em&gt;sia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113438377133959764?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113438377133959764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113438377133959764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113438377133959764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113438377133959764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/horrible-day.html' title='A horrible day'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113429427390861739</id><published>2005-12-11T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T17:44:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 17!</title><content type='html'>Helloooo everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go out with the MPs as initially as planned so I had dinner with my parents and D instead!&lt;br /&gt;We went to this Japanese restaurant at some hotel. The food was only so-so, but so not worth it for the hefty price of $200+. And one of the waiter utterly fails in his service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooo...Octopus tentacles...Yum yum..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_06151.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;UMH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sake.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_06351.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like this picture...Either the lighting is damn good, or my complexion was flawless .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1, 2, 3 , 4 , 5 ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0645.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm 17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0646.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PooF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0648.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My family =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D and I went to Liquid Room later where we met up with his friends. It was fun yesterday night! Been a super long time since I've clubbed. And I'm going to be getting the Ladies card from D as a X'mas present. Lol. Thanks &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt; darling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, again, anyone wants to go to Attica on the 15th of December (Thursday)? Get VIP tickets at $20 from me k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next! Pictures on Thursday at Sakae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1010100-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1010100-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; L-R: Me, Jing Hui, Stephanie, Pei Yi and Deone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/72252240_9748396056_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/72252240_9748396056_m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haha, this two are super crazy the whole time lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/72252241_fa834aff3a_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jason was there too! Thanks Jason for being there! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1010103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/P1010103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was how much we ate collectively. Pathetic!! There was this table of boys near us and they ate ALOT lah! Can feed the whole of Africa! Then they started piling all the plates on top! Lol. Like JENGA! But at least we only paid for 6 people instead of 7! They didn't count D because he came later. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/72252242_79aa5f0d31_m.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/P1010107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Aha! The cakes are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/72252622_706c47f54d_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/72252623_2b69af6229_m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/72252623_2b69af6229_m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/72252624_807b65cb2f_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;D stayed over on Friday night and because we slept really late, I missed my appointment at Browhaus the next day! Ahh...My first appointment there somemore. Oops...But anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you every for making my birthday so wonderful! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes, and thank you everyone for doing the pre-marital sex survey! My group has achieved the 100 target but....unfortunately I only saved the first 92! Zoomerang bluff me man. They said results will be active for 10 days, and I started the survey on the 2th! So it should only end tomorrow?! Grrr...Ah wells, 92 is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okie dokies! That's all doc! MWAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113429427390861739?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113429427390861739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113429427390861739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113429427390861739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113429427390861739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-17.html' title='I&apos;m 17!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113414909092775165</id><published>2005-12-10T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:41:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's officially my 17 birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OMG! I feel to old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And since I'm feeling pretty good today, everything shall be in pink, purple, red...basically colours that make it hard to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WOO HOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thank you everyone who has wished me a Happy Birthday - I love you all! And for the rest who haven't you have exactly 23 hours and 40 minutes left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Too-ti-too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had fun just now. Deone, Pei Yi, Jing Hui, Stephanie and Jason went with me to Sakae Sushi! They are the nicest people ever! They surprised me with four cute little cakes! Ha, I seriously didn't expect it. Thank you so much!! MWAH MWAH MWAH! Went and walk around town after that, and we went to so many shoe shops! Ahh! Try and try and try but there's still nothing I LOVE. Only like. And most of them are super duper expensive. I wanna go to VNC. Poor Jason was so bored and tired lah. Heh heh. =) Anyway thanks so much you guys! I really appreciate it! Send me the pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aww man, I'm so demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So anyways, here are the pictures of Jo's BBQ birthday last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1000160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1000162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/P1000170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1000170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P10002641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P10002271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/P1000270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;These are from Joanne's camera, there's still many more from Keshia's camera. That's why u see alot of missing people in the pictures. Having no camera sucks man! I have to depend on people for pictures and that usually means waiting and thus no pictures to put on my blog. Boo.......... =(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo, Keshia, Lennard and I chilled out at Mac Cafe after the BBQ. It was kinda nice just sitting there and talking about random stuff. Haven't really done that for a long while =) Overall, the BBQ was FUN! Can't wait the see all of them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yah, the MPs and I are not going to Sentosa anymore since it's going to be all closed and everything for ZoukOut. Supposed to go to PartyWorld but I guess not anymore. So Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tralalala...I don't feel like blogging anymore! I shall go do my nails now! Yay...! D is staying over tonight. Buh bye people!&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/9898651-113414909092775165?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113414909092775165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113414909092775165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113414909092775165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113414909092775165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113394326512586873</id><published>2005-12-07T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:20:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoomerang.com/survey.zgi?p=WEB224TPH9GUSE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, do the survey! I only need about 10+ more! Non-virgins, especially, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At IAC tutorial now. Yawn...So boring. I'm feeling alittle sick. Should I go for FleshImp party at Zouk later at night? Shall see if I finish my essay outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the MPs and I are going to Sentosa. Aww man, but there's ZoukOut later on that night. Dunno leh, hope we don't get caught up in the crowd or whatever. I can't wait for saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Lee is playing metal slug now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways. On Thursday, 15/12, D is guest DJ-ing at Attica! Wanna go people? RSVP with me ASAP if you wanna be put on the VIP guestlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that was alot of Acronymns. So go lah okay? &lt;a href="http://www.vip-elites.com/"&gt;See here for more details&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, on my birthday MPS, bring alcohol lah okay? No 5% from 7-11 ah...=) We can go to HabourFront cold storage though as K suggested. Most probably meeting at 1pm, and my mummy is treating all of us dinner nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning my mother, my mother has a WHOLE BOX of funky retro necklaces and acessories!! Omg lah! All those super long necklaces that are so hip now. SO MANY!! I am spoilt for choice! Why the hell did she not take them out earlier?? Haha, but anyway, they are all so pretty...And if I were to sell some of them now, I'll make a BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, will blog another day. I still don't have pictures from Jo-anne's birthday! Omg, and after my birthday there will be even more pictures! Ha, dieeee, a long photoblog entry will be due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! One and a half more week til the hols and then &lt;strong&gt;YAAAAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too-rah! Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113394326512586873?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113394326512586873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113394326512586873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113394326512586873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113394326512586873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113386340171575337</id><published>2005-12-06T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:03:21.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO MY PREMARITAL SEX SURVEY!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete this survey for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoomerang.com/survey.zgi?p=WEB224TPH9GUSE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need about 40 more people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not a virus!&lt;br /&gt;- Only 10 simple MCQ question.&lt;br /&gt;- Results are confidential.&lt;br /&gt;- It's for a school project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask your friends to do it too! Especially those seemingly non-virgin ones. Really. The results are skewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do it k? Pretty please.......with chocolate and sugar icing on the top..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113386340171575337?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113386340171575337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113386340171575337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113386340171575337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113386340171575337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-my-premarital-sex-survey.html' title='DO MY PREMARITAL SEX SURVEY!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113370809346391725</id><published>2005-12-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:54:53.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from SSA, it was the youth general meeting and there were a series of performances. Mildy interesting, but it got too draggy. I mean I would enjoy it much more if I were into mando-pop or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final performance was by this boy band called J3 I think. Not bad. They played their own instruments and sang songs from Jay Chou, JJ Lin and the likes. Too bad they weren't exactly swoon-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was made to go by my Mum anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo..yesterday was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo-anne Loh Mun's BBQ Birthday party!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. So good to see everyone again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post up pictures soon! My camera's screwed - it has funny horizontal lines. So I have to wait til the rest send me the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Deone and Pei Yi before the BBQ and we went to Lime's Flea Market! SOOOoooOOOooo many nice and cheap stuff! I bought a really cute reversible belt and pink earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/pink_razr.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;I want the MotoRazr Pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Moto Pebl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they both drool worthy? I think they (or are going to) have different colours for the pebl as well? Lol, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anyone gets me either of that for my birthday, I shall be you &lt;em&gt;slave&lt;/em&gt; for 1 year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a more reasonable note, I still want my eyelash extensions (guys). And erm, that's all I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did you know that my birth date came out 3rd price or something in 4D? 1012. My dad's kicking himself for not buying the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbrrrl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's so many things I have to resolve. Belch. Sometimes I want to disappear from the face of the earth. Oh ya, Keshia, do you want to go to Bangkok, KL or Hong Kong? I'm asking you here cause I have a feeling I will forget to. And the rest of the MPs, please tell me too if you want to go to any of the 3 destinations. Most probably from the 16 - 19 of december. Over the weekend kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shu Xian, I shall do your 5 facts thingy soon! My head's feeling like woozy wool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I suppose! Too-rah my fellow homosepians! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113370809346391725?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113370809346391725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113370809346391725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113370809346391725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113370809346391725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/boo-everyone-just-got-home-from-ssa-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113348931422870810</id><published>2005-12-02T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:44:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP ME PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>Please everyone that stumbles upon this blog, and especially MY FRIENDS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete this survey for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoomerang.com/survey.zgi?p=WEB224TPH9GUSE"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only a simple 10 MCQ question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask your friends to do it too! Especially those seemingly non-virgin ones. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results are confidential. I don't know who has taken it as the results are all lumped together to give a general overview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do it k? pretty please.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113348931422870810?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113348931422870810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113348931422870810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113348931422870810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113348931422870810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/12/help-me-please.html' title='HELP ME PLEASE!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113328732972710252</id><published>2005-11-30T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T02:02:09.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*&lt;em&gt;rumble&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very hungry right now. The instant noodle with canned abalone I had for dinner has been fully digested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;rumble&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;Zathura&lt;/strong&gt; just now! I like it! A much edgier &lt;strong&gt;Jumanji&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha, I kept getting shocked throughout the show. And the little boy is so annoyingly cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Al Dente again! It was D's mother's birthday, and this time we sat at the upper deck. The food and service were superb as usual! And sitting at the upper deck with the view of the CBD district is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a super funny sms on the way to the restaurant yesterday. The person most probably sent to me by accident, but here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Dear coz, pls let me know i there's anything you would like for your birthday. If not, do you prefer bak kwa or bak hoo?? Haha'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! I couldn't resist and replied something along the lines of, '&lt;em&gt;I want bak kwa hoo&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor 'Dear'. I wonder maybe he/she 's going to get some A grade super expensive bak kwa/bak hoo, no? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn...I going to sleep now. Better not be late for class tomorrow! Argh, my habit is starting to worst again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a really good suggestion? Don't tell me to set my clock 15 minutes earlier. It &lt;em&gt;dosen't&lt;/em&gt; work! I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it's 15 minutes earlier and will tell myself that I still have lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I guess I just have to discipline myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Be. On. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie! Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113328732972710252?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113328732972710252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113328732972710252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113328732972710252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113328732972710252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/rumble-im-feeling-very-hungry-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113303300723425883</id><published>2005-11-27T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T03:23:27.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a nice little present from Heng Yi Sheng because my wonderful writing skills worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself and my little project that my heart is threatening to burst from pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng Yi Sheng is a silly koko head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've done this kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I'm good at helping people but fail miserable when it comes to mine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway have been talking to Heng Yi Sheng. So fun and interesting to talk to him today. Lol, if the day ever comes right, I shall post an entry and say how similar _____ and I are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I can't post anything else =( But here's a part of our funny conversation. I'm Ow-chi-wa-wa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like heaven. So gay so gay. -_- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eh msn cannot fuc k sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like heaven. So gay so gay. -_- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like heaven. So gay so gay. -_-&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;troublesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow-chi-wa-wa! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow-chi-wa-wa! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fuck&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow-chi-wa-wa! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;can what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow-chi-wa-wa! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow-chi-wa-wa! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow-chi-wa-wa! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;can whaaaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like heaven. So gay so gay. -_- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mine cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like heaven. So gay so gay. -_- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fuyck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like heaven. So gay so gay. -_- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow-chi-wa-wa! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AHAHAH UR MSN IS CENSORED!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I never knew MSN could be censored. Or is it only because Yi Sheng's MSN is a loser? Lol, eh I never call you loser hor. I say your MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading &lt;a href="http://singleserves.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sash's&lt;/a&gt; blog, and I like her lastest entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Gone are the days where a girl can expect candlelight dinners, drive-in&lt;br /&gt;movies, chaste kisses on the forehead, breakfast in bed and living happily&lt;br /&gt;ever after. These days, after being surrounded by way too many cheating&lt;br /&gt;husbands and broken marriages, we’re a pragmatic lot. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad but true. I'm so afraid I'll turn out to be like that in the future. I want to believe that a girl can expect candlelight dinners, kisses on the forehead and all that living happily ever after. But unfortunately, all girls grow up into women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest of the entry if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbrrrll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how events can change who you are, or your choices in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, a friend which we once had is really lost right now. And I feel that it is partially our fault. He was wrong yes, I feel, but now that we've labelled him a 'player', he has turn into a full-fledge one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were him, my thoughts would be, 'Since they think I'm like that, I shall give a Fuck and be like that. No harm anyway because I'm already labelled that. No one would say I've change. Heck, in fact I'll give them proof to strengthen their perception. No harm fucking around along the way as well.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, maybe he dosen't think like that and that was abit exagerrated, but the esscence is: One thing led to another, and he has fulfilled our prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the feeling of seeing someone I use to be close with, go down the crooked path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm feeling agitated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I won't be going home too late, just going there to show face only. Friend birthday mah.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:15 am already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all the excuses and explanations I'm going to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or not, it's been one too many times. So I'm sorry I'm irritating but it's hard to trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113303300723425883?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113303300723425883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113303300723425883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113303300723425883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113303300723425883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113301646846017941</id><published>2005-11-26T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:18:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I know what I know what you guys can get me for my birthday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite small in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eyelash extensions - sponsor me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not eyelash perming, eyelash EXTENSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to doing school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I saw Francis and Shu Xian one after another at the beginning this week! Yay! Going to see them, and the rest of the rest, on the 3rd of December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113301646846017941?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113301646846017941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113301646846017941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113301646846017941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113301646846017941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-i-know-what-i-know-what-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113293816606785643</id><published>2005-11-26T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:23:05.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heelloooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boreeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just going to ramble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a yummy &lt;strong&gt;Crystal Jade&lt;/strong&gt; Dinner after watching &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel full from that dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;slurp&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt; is really disappointing. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director didn't do a good job at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would justify why I think it isn't really good, but I've already discussed the topic to death and well, I'm just to plain lazy to explain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing: During the Qudditch World Cup began, Minister of Magic - Cornelius Fudge said, "Let the games begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I am sitting on the edge of the cinema seat when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game has already ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ?!?!. I was so excited when the Irish and Bulgarian players flew out! And feeling absolutely high that the match was going to startm and knowing that it's going to be so spectecular because the atmosphere was the ultimate when &lt;strong&gt;MUSHABOOM!&lt;/strong&gt; - it drop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Voldemort is so not scary. He is suppose to glide like a snake and speak in a deadly cold voice which chills your soul! Not jump around his death eaters like a young, rash adult monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DUMBLEDORE! WHY THE HELL DID THEY PORTRAY DUMBLEDORE LIKE THAT!? He is suppose to evoke the sense of calm and wizardy wiseness. Not throttle Harry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is Sirius's head suppose to be imprinted on the the burning wood? I thought they used Floo powder and stuck their heads into the grate. So, you can really see the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, wait, I said I wasn't going to flame the movie here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain feels like mush. I feel like sitting in one corner and stone. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had dinner with D, is parents and his God-father. Had steamboat and later went to Ya Kun. I like the coffee from Ya Kun! First coffee I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I want to try fried Mars bar. Must remember to go to Far East Lvl 1 &lt;strong&gt;Chippy's&lt;/strong&gt; to try. If anyone has tried, please tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dee dum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break was fun today. Haha, Deone's aunt lent her this book called '&lt;strong&gt;Kokology&lt;/strong&gt;'. It's kinda like a personality quiz type of book. But it's really interesting and novel. I want to get it! Anyone wants to get it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee. I was thinking of buying it for someone's christmas present or something. I feel that it would be a good gift. So if I can find it in bookstores, I think one of you, my friends, might be recieving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure yet who, hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I nearly got hit in the face by a metal chair in school. This guy just suddenly lifted the chair while I was walking and if not for my quick ninja reflexes (copyright Tan ZeYi), I would have been disfigured. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if case you have forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's my birthday in TWO WEEKS TIME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It feels so soon! I'm so unprepared. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even knew that it would be in a fortnight until Keshia asked my what I wanted to do for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya man people, my birthday is in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I'm feeling apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make a birthday wishlist but unfortunately, there's nothing material that I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird huh? I feel like I've aged alot over the pass few months. I feel very weary. In fact, all I want for my birthday is Happiness for me and everyone else important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for D and I to understand each other better and continue to love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I want set my life straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I'm going to be a better person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's more depth to all that cheesy cheese I just wrote. It's abit more challenging to really put into words as only I understand. As I learnt in SocPsy today: 'Language is limited.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;gaffaws&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, so as I was saying, there's more depth. But I shall spare you from being turned into a 5 cheese pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually if you know of something that reminds me to stick to my resolutions, can you get me that? I have been telling myself to be a better person for so long but I always get side-track along the way. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;No, a Remembral is not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;whistles&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbrrll..My mind feels like fuzzy mush now. I think I shall go sit down in a corner and stone. Maybe I'll turn into cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think the rainy weather is making everyone feel nostalgic and wistful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113293816606785643?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113293816606785643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113293816606785643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113293816606785643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113293816606785643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/heelloooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113241342464919433</id><published>2005-11-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:38:58.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny how you...</title><content type='html'>tell me I'm a kid, yet want me to grow up, but still treating me like a kid and think it's not at all confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think keeping everything to yourself dosen't make me lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me irritating yet want me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think that 'quality time' is sleeping, eating and watching tv, and not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never listen to me yet I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are so thoughtful and accomodating to everyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you are so in tune with everyone else but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't find it weird that we're not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a new phone and a new plan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1000 SMS and FREE incoming calls all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SMS ME AND CALL ME JUST TO SAY HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my name and picture is in SE District's newsletter -&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Contact&lt;/span&gt;, and in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teenage&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very pathetic, not worth mentioning at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But still mentioned so that it is archived in my 'memory'. Or as I like to call it - pensieve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a pensieve!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm feeling wise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113241342464919433?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113241342464919433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113241342464919433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113241342464919433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113241342464919433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny-how-you.html' title='Funny how you...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113223643251299736</id><published>2005-11-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:07:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>I wish you would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would be more kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were more understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to bother anymore because you don't want me to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you feel is right, I have no say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love - so deep and meaningless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113223643251299736?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113223643251299736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113223643251299736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113223643251299736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113223643251299736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113199061317771235</id><published>2005-11-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T02:57:55.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I'm back after 11 long days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The sound of crickets becomes very much more audible&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all miss me and my achingly funny, and interesting posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating for so long, but I've been just too lazy and uninspired to blog. But after last Friday, I am back here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what happened on Friday, the 11th of November 2005, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my 6th month anniversary with the wonderful, loving, gorgeous Darryl Ignatius Tan! My goodness! Six freaking months! What an amazing feat considering how much we always feel like throttling each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. I love you very very much baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay! If you say so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess where we went to celebrate this very wonderous occasion?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Al Dente at the Esplanade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food was damm freaking good!, but considering how expensive it was, it better be! The service was not bad too - very helpful and polite. Unfortunately, they cannot open wine bottles for nuts. D's glass of red wine had to be changed TWICE, one after another, because first there was a piece of cork in the wine, and second there were cork flakes floating on the surface.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And halfway through the meal, there was a fly in my white wine (we're were dining al fresco), so they changed another for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that, everything was fine! They were really nice considering they had to keep changing wines. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait, I was utterly embaressed when I was at the restaurant. I had just came back from the washroom before the food was served, and I tripped and fell on my knee after missing a step! To break my fall, I instinctively held on to the table nearest to me. &lt;strong&gt;'Piang!&lt;/strong&gt;' The glass on the table fell. Wah lao eh, attract more attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully, it was still early evening and there were hardly any other customers there. But my knee suffered excruciating pain after that. Sigh...They should really warn people about that really shallow step. In the duration of two hours that I was there, two patrons tripped over the step as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoooow, here's visual aid on the food and what-nots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0821.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0818.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My complexion was flawless on camera that day! Look how clear it is! No photoshop or any editing of any kind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0822.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The appetizer for 2...Simply delicious. I love everything in it! Especially the rock melon with parma ham. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0823.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My main dish - the first cream based pasta which I could gobble down everthing without wanting to puke. Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0824.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0824.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D's beef tenderloin. It's cooked in their stone oven or something like that. Shiok sia, slightly crispy on the outside, and melt-in-your mouth soft inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0825.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0825.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We ordered dessert, even though we were so full, because we felt bad making them change out wine 3 times. Haha, but definitely unregrettable! Yummier than Swensen's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I so want to go back there again when I have enough money. Next time, I'll make sure I reserve a place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D and I went to watch Just like Heaven after that. I really liked the film! So sweet. Sadly, we left near the end of the movie to go to some Tiger Beer Party at Zouk. I want to rent the DVD to watch the ending! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tisha is on the cover of December's 17 magazine! I almost couldn't recognise her! I thought she was a Siti Nurhalizah (Correct?) looka-a-like. But she looks really pretty and sweet. Go check it out people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So before I end this much awaited entry, behold the MARCH OF THE PENGUINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0797%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/IMG_0797%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like how every flock of ducks have an ugly ducking, the penguins have an odd-ball blubber named Pinguin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_08000%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/400/IMG_08000%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too-rah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: The &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=clapbangkiss"&gt;Dawn Yeo/Yang&lt;/a&gt; expose is oh-so-juicy. Wow. I never knew plastic surgery could do that much - considering how common she looked before, and how hot she is now. The wonders of modern technology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113199061317771235?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113199061317771235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113199061317771235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113199061317771235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113199061317771235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-everyone-im-back-after-11-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113103717934782144</id><published>2005-11-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:45:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded.</title><content type='html'>Man...I feel so jaded these days. So jaded of life. Jaded of everything. I need to recharge my spiritual battery. Yawn...must be the lack of sleep today and as well as not being completely happy, even one whole day for a long time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I got to watch &lt;strong&gt;Sky High&lt;/strong&gt; today! Just got home from the movies only an hour ago. I must say the movie is not bad. I like it alot! Went Hari Raya visiting too! But only one house lah...this malay guy at work invited us. It was okay =), watched &lt;strong&gt;Love don't cost a thing&lt;/strong&gt; starring Nick Cannon and Christina Milian on DVD. Quite a nice show as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0660.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so that's today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm...So.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had 2 hours of school yesterday, and after that I went to meet the girls before going to work. We ate at this restaurant called Changing Appetites (CA) at Millenia walk and the food sucks. Everything sucks, even the free flow of ice-cream. I could only taste the batter of my stingray and so were the rest of the food. As for the ice-cream, Keshia says "&lt;em&gt;This is the first time I've tasted bad ice-cream&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But whatever, we told the manager about how bad their food was and got a 10% discount! Lol. The girls sent me to work after that before heading to TCC at Boat Quay I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/1871786933090l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face looks funny here, but this is the only picture I have. =( Anyhow, it was great seeing them after so long, and I can't wait for the next outing! Ha, and Joanne is becoming more feminine!! I love the top she's wearing, her mum made it! But unfortunately, you her jacket is covering it!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strolled around Geylang Serai after work with some of my colleagues! Wah, it was freaking crowded! Tried Halal Bak Kwa. Lol, it's called Dendeng I think, and it's actually Beef Bak Kwa. Quite tasty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I wrote a motorbike for the first time in my life yesterday night! Sat on Vic's bike while the others took a taxi Geylang Serai. Eh, quite shiok lah. But NO Darryl Ignatius Tan! No learning how to ride a motorcycle! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aww man, I think I was abit drunk yesterday night after drinking almost 1 litre of Paulaner dark beer before going to Geylang Serai. Felt really really tired and sick later in the night, and woke up with a mini hangover earlier today. And my tummy's upset - must be because of all the sausages, fried food and oily food I've eaten this past few days. Must go on a detox! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah right. K lah, just start eating healthier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm...I can't remember what I did on Tuesday except my mum, sister, D and I had a really scrumtious supper at Newton! We had crayfish and it was quite yummy! And the Hokkien Mee we had is one of the best I ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%2815%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time when I had my hair done at D's Godma's salon? I've finally gotten the pictures of me being treated like a VIP! Haha, okay just kidding. I say VIP because I get my nails and hair done at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%282%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see how blue D's hair was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%286%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/Picture(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Picture%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's faded to a greenish gold shade now. So is mine! It's a pinkish gold colour now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! No school tomorrow! But shiat, there's work! Working on Saturday as well. Brrrl...I'm going to wake up like at 4pm tomorrow or something. BAH! I'm feeling mildly irritated at nothing in particular. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take me home with you...I'll make you something to eat?&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/9898651-113103717934782144?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113103717934782144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113103717934782144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113103717934782144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113103717934782144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/11/jaded.html' title='Jaded.'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113076866100739369</id><published>2005-10-31T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:19:13.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go bump in the night</title><content type='html'>Since today is Halloween, I went out in search of things that make your skin crawl, and your blood curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;cue scary music&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my search was not a waste at all. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ru Hua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spotted prancing gaily with nose in finger around our sunny island. Welcome to Singapore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby Bear trying on Goldilocks leftover hair after the Bear family had her with porridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goldilocks learnt it the hard way - always ask permission before eating people's food, and sleeping in their beds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the scariest of them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When boys apply face-paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even captured on film!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYYomzZAeSM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HawLVdNEOGI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So everyone, beware when coming home tonight...You know they say such entities are most active in the last hour......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lol. I know it's amatuerish, but it's all in the spirit of Halloween! Ha, all of the pictures and footages are done impromtu. Especially the last entity - it started trying to scare me while I was playing Arkanoid on my old school TV game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113076866100739369?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113076866100739369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113076866100739369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113076866100739369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113076866100739369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-that-go-bump-in-night.html' title='Things that go bump in the night'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113073591109483855</id><published>2005-10-31T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:18:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOoooooOOOOooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be fun to get dressed up in your a costume and go trick or treating around your neighbourhood? Too bad we're in Singapore baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go dress up in your scariest and pick up a candy (or more) in a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for skipping school...on the first day! Class is starting in about an hour's time and I'm not going to make it even if I want to. Haha, I planned to go last night,&lt;em&gt; really.&lt;/em&gt; But so sleepy and lazy now. Moreover D is here, &lt;em&gt;so...&lt;/em&gt;we both are skipping school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, can't see the rest of T109 til...next week?! I wanted to say Wed, but Weds are IS classes! And no school for the rest of the days! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Macdonald's breakfast has been calling, &lt;em&gt;'Come eat me...eat me...&lt;/em&gt;' since it got delivered just now. &lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt;, D wake up leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ZZZZZZZZZ&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow's the past few days have been uneventful. Mostly work, and eating alot during the weekends. Had a lot to eat for dinner on Saturday at ECP hawker centre. Lol, went there with my family and it was damn fun trying to pry the thing from these shell food called &lt;em&gt;gong gong&lt;/em&gt;. Eh, I don't know how to explain lah. But I think you guys should know. Haha. Sleepy D stayed over after picking him up form his DJ job at Gain City, and on Sunday we went to Paulaner Brauhaus for brunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins, their boyfriend/husband, aunt and uncle were there. It felt weird seeing the restaurant from the perspective of a customer all of a sudden. The food was so-so, but we got a HUGE discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Causeway Point in the evening, and it's one of the boring-iest malls I've been to. Only a place with a number of mid-priced restaurants, and that's about it. Even the arcade sucks. Kept eating money off our card. Yawn...but at least I finally tried the Fondant chocolate cake from Bread Papa! Simply delish man! Best, we got two free Puffs because D knew the girl working there! &lt;em&gt;Yay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;em&gt;boo...&lt;/em&gt;I'm growing fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of the daily updates, this &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;the biggest update of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most painful one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you see that hairline crack?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A candid shot of me trying to cut my nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0598.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear all of you going Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was F ouch I tell you. The nail was already half torn due to work. So while walking home from Bedok interchange with D, after finishing my really delicious Chocolate Sundae, my thumb brushed pass his jeans and 'riiip!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 1.5s of sudden pain made me scream so loud! At 1am in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst, the nail was still attached a little bit, so I had slowly cut the dead nail bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, haha, imaging all my nails were like this. Apply a little fake blood (or maybe real blood will ooze out!), and wear a white cloth over me or something, and ta-da! Uber cool halloween costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choy choy choy choy&lt;/em&gt;! Touch wood! Wait later kena involved in some freak accident, then &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like that! Haha...no more need for a Halloween costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, my french manicure is halfway down the drain already. &lt;p&gt;Hmm...It;s been a long time since I've read blogs. Shall update myself on the ongoings of people's lifes. Tata!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-113073591109483855?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113073591109483855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113073591109483855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113073591109483855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113073591109483855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/woooooooooooooooo.html' title='WOOOOoooooOOOOooo...'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-113038531003611466</id><published>2005-10-27T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:25:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ho! This is crazy. I'm blogging at 9:48am. And it gets even crazier because I only slept at 3+ this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun fun! I shall gloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;Zouk&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday with D after work, for free&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; when it's full house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha...How VIP can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, slap with with a piece of smelly salami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the newly renovated &lt;strong&gt;Zouk&lt;/strong&gt; is cute. Cute toilets, cute walls and oh ya, the usherers or whatever are all in funny cute brown suits now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know you've all been missing my outrageously funny posts and waiting for me to update! So here it is! Starting from Saturday to Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Fashion Fiesta '05!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept really late the night before finishing up the last design, and woke up really early for my make-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my make-up done at Shu Uemura at Paragon, and I think it's quite nice. I think it's quite nice when I look into the mirror, but not so in camera. Woe my unphotogenic face. So here, judge for yourself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_019601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_02310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I look abit demonish in pictures when I have blue eyeshadow. Hahaha...But the foundation is flawless. If only my real skin was like that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah, my maid made me salad. I feel so healthy. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! It's going to be pictures pictures and more pictures from here on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_01950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look cock-eyed here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 of my designs! From L-R, Hana, Me, Nancy and Lyn =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Chanel. Deone - This is the one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Backstage mayhem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kim on her phone while Jamie looking, Kuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hee...This is for you babe! Hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's that whirl of green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, it's me under Sylvia's foliage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jayshree and me! That's my design as well, though the design is at the back. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're at the cocktail reception before the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some masked person at the reception. They were just standing around looking creepy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Singapore 2005 talking to someone. Vernetta Lopez was there too! Too bad I didn't manage to take any pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. My Dad's really funny. Miss Singapore was standing near us when he spotted her, and he kept insisting that she was a previous year winner. Guess what he said when I finally convinced him that it was this year's winner? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Aiyo, like that one ah&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol, we laughed our heads off man! The way he said it was damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby looking lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_02150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=P Just Kidding. Thanks alot darling for helping and supporting me, I really appreciate it. Love you loads&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of the pictures during the show are really blury. So here's a few of the clearer ones starting with the Indian Segment by Brenda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN03940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; albino python!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Indian dancers opening the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brenda's in Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at how the python is hamming it up or the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_02821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_02821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol, I so have to post this picture up. That's Carla btw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;My segment's next!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN0410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; These big headed dolls opened the segment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next pictures are Crystal's designs. She did the jeans part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_03181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_03181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is a nice picture - so colourful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_03461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The finale of the casual/jeans segment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking our bows. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it's Andre's Midnigth segment. Unfortunately, there are extremely few pictures. Most of them are repeat shots. During this segment, there were kites flying in the air. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's those masked people again. It's starting to freak me out a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is one heck of a really cool picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the finale finale! Sigh...so little shots too! No pictures of the mini fireworks. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After show pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/DSCN04160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN04160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/DSCN04180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN04180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/DSCN0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/DSCN0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/DSCN0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN0430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/DSCN0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good anot? After 12 hours the make-up is still OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fiesta was kinda fun overall. Thanks everyone who made it happen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my sister's birthday on Sunday! We celebrated earlier during the weekend because her actual birthday falls on...today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and before I forget again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY GERALDINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so sorry I forgot!! Owe you your pressie when school starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ate &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; as usual, and everything was delish! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yummy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's my cousin on the right. Her birthday is the same day as my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After everyone went home, D and I took my sister out. We told my parents we were going to sing karaoke at Orchard, which was partially true. Wah, while I was applying make-up, I can hear my father 'interrogating' D what the karaoke lounge was like (It was &lt;strong&gt;Partyworld&lt;/strong&gt; btw.). Ha, it was a big step for my parents man, letting my sister out at 12am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So guess where we went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep. That's right. Ha, I was trying to apply make-up for my sister in the cab, so that she would look older. IN THE CAB! Shaky like hell. But I think I managed to do a decent job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, we ordered 2 Carlsberg and 1 Singapore Sling for my sister. While drinking my sister's drink, I found an itsy teeny weeny piece of glass in my mouth! Moreover, we realised that the glass had a crack. Lol, so we got another round of drinks! Almost died of bloatedness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_04240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do we look remotely similar? I swear sometimes I think I'm adopted. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol. We made my sister pose with the naked statue to remember the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked down to &lt;strong&gt;PartyWorld&lt;/strong&gt; after that! I had tons of fun! Never sang so much and so loud my entire life. I'm starting to like karaoke. Haha, but must be with the right people. D sang alot to as well, only my sister didn't sing. Don't know why. Spoilsport. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_04390%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04390%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D hogging the mike. Hey let me sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04420.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha, that was entirely not posed. Well, except the last picture of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like this picture, we have a healthy glow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_04500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha, got home at almost 6am? D stayed over that day, while my sister went to school straight away after getting home. Hmm....I bet she told all her friends she went to&lt;strong&gt; Indochine&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eek! I just realised that ALL the pictures of me in this entry will look like I'm wearing the same thing everyday! Note: I AM NOT WEARING THE SAME OUTFIT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only the jacket is the same. Hahahaha...It's jazzes up any plain outfit I tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a horrible day, I'll just skip it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just that people should just practise what they preach. If not don't preach at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a photoshoot at &lt;strong&gt;BluJaz Cafe&lt;/strong&gt; on Tuesday. The place is such a cosy little place. F.F after party is going to be there this Saturday people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much to blog about what happened, so here are the pictures:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I love this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_04620.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04620.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_04590.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04590.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_04600.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04600.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The chair's in the shape of a hand Kim and I were sitting on. Very cool!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_04570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Crystal and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_04790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_04790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Andre and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, while I was posting these picture up, &lt;strong&gt;Norah Jone's Come Away With Me&lt;/strong&gt; started playing on the radio. A perfect song to listen if you're chilling there. Once again, the pictures does not do the place any justice. It's really much nicer when you're in there in person. So visit there if you're ever near Arab St yeah? It's at 11 Bali Lane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, catch in &lt;strong&gt;Contact&lt;/strong&gt; (South East District magazine) and &lt;strong&gt;Tribune&lt;/strong&gt; (Ngee Ann Poly's - HA.)! Got interviewed by them. Should be coming out I suppose. Oh, and &lt;strong&gt;Lian He Zao Bao&lt;/strong&gt; as well! We got our photograpghs taken. I'm not sure if it's coming out though - hasn't appeared in the papers yet, I think. &lt;strong&gt;Suria&lt;/strong&gt; and another news channel (&lt;strong&gt;CNA? Channel U?&lt;/strong&gt;) covered the event, but I think it was broadcasted on Sunday. And for the photoshoot above, I don't know what's it for. Most probably &lt;strong&gt;Teenage&lt;/strong&gt; or something. Will keep you guys updated! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma Maison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Bugis for dinner after that with D! Another really cosy little place. The food's not bad too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The key is actually tells us the table number! Haha, looks like those old-time hotel keys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D loves this tuna salad. The brown sauce is some japanese sauce and it's damn good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, went to try our luck at getting a Nano at the arcade again. But this time, we played the one where you have to stack the blocks on top one another to reach the grand prize. D gets even more addicted than me man! But that's because he always misses at the very end! Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;Swensen's&lt;/strong&gt; before going home and shared an Earthquake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like eating ice-cream now. Aw man, I think the ice-cream uncle is below my house! I hear the bell! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol, he really is downstairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, D's here right now. Going to stay at home the whole day! Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: This entry was published on Saturday, Oct 29 because this blogger silly-ly clicked &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Save as Draft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9898651-113038531003611466?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/113038531003611466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=113038531003611466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113038531003611466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/113038531003611466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-ho-this-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112992158888867850</id><published>2005-10-22T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T03:06:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw man. I'm bored, sleepy and have those kind of headaches when you're under the heat for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home not long ago from Zeyi's house. Took a cab with Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great seeing everyone again, even for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehershals was tiring man. Shag. I'm so sleepy, but I still have to decorate the last outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg...Am most probably going to sleep at 5am or something. Eek! Still have to wake up early tomorrow for my makeover! Sian...Hopefully I can be there tomorrow by latest 3pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy who is sort of in charge of the show. Gosh, he is so domineering and dictatorish. Talks to everyone like we owe him money. I know he's stressed and all that, but can he try to relax???! What's the point of barking orders at everyone and making the environment more stressful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So irritating I tell you. One of my models had to hurridly change from another segment to mine, and there he was barking at her to come out quick. Like can't he see we're still helping her to put on her clothes? Then? Go out naked ah? Mad. There is a limit to how fast anyone can rush. I got so irritated by his contant barking that I just snapped at him and said something along the lines of, &lt;em&gt;'Can you just relax? Can't you see she's still putting on her clothes?&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone dislikes him too. I vaguely remember some of the girls bitching about him. Haha, near the end of the night, one of the models suddenly shouted at him to get out! I have no idea what triggered it, but she started shouting, 'Can &lt;em&gt;you please get out? No guys allow right? I thought you said no guys are allowed here! Only &lt;u&gt;name of hairstylist&lt;/u&gt; can be in here. I said Get Out! Get out before I blow!&lt;/em&gt;' Then, dumbfounded again, he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, something along those lines &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. No exxageration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are too pictures I took just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN03670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jayshree, Jamie, Me, Lyn. Aw man, SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/DSCN03690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ha. Hana's brother's helmet I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yawn...&lt;/em&gt;I'm so lazy to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sian&lt;/em&gt;...D is stil lat Zouk. He's coming over later. I miss him - come soon baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I think I shall drag my lifeless body to the bathe now. Nights all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112992158888867850?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112992158888867850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112992158888867850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112992158888867850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112992158888867850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/aw-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112991046134961723</id><published>2005-10-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:01:01.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYUCK IS THE WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FYUK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! So irritated! I'm so upset! I don't care that there's nothing I can do, I want to be a freaking baby about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNN&lt;/strong&gt; rehershal end so late, then now I cannot go ZOUK because it's FULL HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK FYUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian laaah...D's there now with his friends. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there's Zeyi's BBQ, so at least I still can have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE THE WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, please come down to &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Post Centre tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; (22nd Oct) for &lt;strong&gt;FASHION FIESTA!!! 6pm&lt;/strong&gt;, beside Paya Lebar MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, before you incur my wrath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRR....!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112991046134961723?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112991046134961723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112991046134961723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112991046134961723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112991046134961723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/fyuck-is-word-of-day.html' title='FYUCK IS THE WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112980976129224453</id><published>2005-10-20T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:35:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooo...There's a moth on my curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_01671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home! Didn't go to work! Haha, I just got back from the salon where I got my mani/pedi, so I don't want to ruin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So pweeettty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I did my hair again! Haha. Shit man, wasted $130. Shouldn't have done anything on Monday. But whatever, I like my hair better now! It's black with purple highlights! Tee hee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, this is going to be one hell of a narcisstic moment. You've been warned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_01540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_01390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_015201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_01420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_01510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So waddya think? I prefer this because it looks more...edgy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha, D dyed his hair too - Blue and green. He looks like a cute merman. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man, there's still more pictures taken with D's phone. Shall upload them here when he send them to me. I was like VIP man there! Having my nails and hair done at the same time. Even when washing my hair, the manicurist will follow and do my toes. =X But the manicurist is nice. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yah, this is ONE of the stupid stuff we did at Ivan's house that night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/18036835849508l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sexay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha, that top is one of my designs for F.F. So yeah. Gosh, he looks &lt;em&gt;HWAT&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dum dee dum dee dum...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friends never fail to surprise me. Lol. This is one hell of a juicy/mushy/cheesy/complicated storey. I can't believe I never suspected anything! Pro pro...I salute you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone else should just get over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, my friends still never fail to surprise me. And this is still one hell of a juicy/mushy/cheesy/ complicated storey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thing is, it's gotten much juicier and I don't have a fix opinion anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm done flaunting. Too-rah! &lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112980976129224453?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112980976129224453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112980976129224453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112980976129224453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112980976129224453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/ooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112974767265371520</id><published>2005-10-20T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T02:47:52.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out one of my friends has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were a few months ago, I would have most probably felt insecure, upset and hurt that I was (and still am) left out of that little circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore though. I guess it's all part of growing up where you just accept the fact that not all relationships are mutual even though you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So used I am to being left out most of the time that it dosen't really bother me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised a long time ago that I do not have anyone I can call a bestfriend or a person that I can pour all my crap out and vice versa. I guess it all started when I got caught up with a relationship in secondary school. And it's not very easy to be all friendly-friend-friend (=o) after so long. Moreover, another relationship came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's wonderful of course. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I feel that it is better to have someone who you're very close with who is not romantically involved with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: who can you bitch and whine to when you don't like your other half at that particular moment? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it is possible to have the best of both worlds, but til the other comes along, I'm very contented with just one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not meant to be a bitter entry though it may sound like one. Just a little pondering and musings on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112974767265371520?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112974767265371520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112974767265371520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112974767265371520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112974767265371520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112974243787625474</id><published>2005-10-20T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T01:40:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but the song &lt;em&gt;Dragosta Din Tei&lt;/em&gt; is playing in my head as I said '&lt;em&gt;Hello&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be because the first words are &lt;em&gt;'Alo, Salut.&lt;/em&gt;', or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I kinda like this song. The first techno song I find cute! In case you guys don't know, it's the &lt;em&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/em&gt; trailer song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been busy these past few days! Worked on Monday and Tuesday, busy with stuff for the Fashion Fiesta in the afternoons before work, and had rehershals today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My designs are going well so far! Just one more outfit because they still can't provide me with a model! Apparently there's an audition tomorrow for last minute models they call 'Guest models'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're interested and you think you're hot enough, it's - &lt;strong&gt;Today (20th Oct) , 4-6pm @ #12-01 Singapore Post Centre&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray it's a female model they get. I suck at guy wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. &lt;strong&gt;Fashion Fiesta '05&lt;/strong&gt; is this Saturday people! &lt;strong&gt;22 October, 6pm @ Singapore Post Centre&lt;/strong&gt;! Weird venue I know, but please come support me! Especially MPs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about my friends - I am hurt. No one invited me to Zeyi's BBQ this Friday. Yeah, I know that you guys think I'm busy and can't make it (which I am), but the point is NO ONE INVITED ME! Like, what if I am NOT busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, only Zeyi himself invited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys better come down on Saturday. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I cut my hair on Monday! I have a fringe now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No..I'm not naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. I realised I was naked after taking a few pictures. So I decided to put on the jacket I just bought today to look &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;, less explicit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_00400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So waddya think? I think I still look better with a longer side fringe. But whatever, it was high time I had a change!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay, going to add highlights at D's Godma's salon tomorrow, and maybe have a mani/pedi! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday night after work was funny. D and I went over to Ivan's house to celebrate his birthday. It was fun hanging there. Haha, there was a point where the four of us (+ Ivan's GF) was watching Paris Hilton's sex tape. =) &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IVAN!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEREMY&lt;/strong&gt; too! Sorry I couldn't be there with the rest on your birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most probably not updating anytime soon til after Sunday. Work tomorrow, and full dress rehersal on Friday for the whole day before the day itself! Most probably heading down to Zouk after rehersals on Friday - it's Zouk's re-opening night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okie dokies! Come down on Saturday everyone! Love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112974243787625474?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112974243787625474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112974243787625474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112974243787625474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112974243787625474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-everyone-i-dont-know-why-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112947436584404700</id><published>2005-10-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:52:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brrrl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home! So bored. D's dad picked me up from home and had dinner at his house caouse his Dad cook. Then after hanging out for awhile, I went home. Super short time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! I'm so bored right now. Nothing to do! Didn't even feel like blogging, but because I have nothing to do, I blog for the sake of doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yawn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the weather was wonderful this afternoon! Gosh, slept til almost 4pm that I didn't even attend rehersals for Fashion Fiesta. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the show is this Saturday people! &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;still have so many stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, going to do my hair tomorrow! Am going to recolour it I guess, and trim it as well. Maybe even treat my hair. Yay! Hopefully there's time to get a mani/pedi by Friday! Anyone wanna join me? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go get eyelash extensions too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, must go book an appointment for make-up! Hmm...where should I go? Anyone can recommend an affordable good place in the east?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I really have so many things to do by Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met D's friends at Paulaner after rehershals yesterday. I'm so going to have a big beer belly soon. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRALALALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so uninspired to blog already. Can't wait for everything to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112947436584404700?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112947436584404700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112947436584404700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112947436584404700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112947436584404700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/brrrl-just-got-home-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112922680158162164</id><published>2005-10-14T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T02:18:34.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, going to try to make this a really short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of fun today! Haha, met the guys (WH, Adam, YS, ZY, Syl, Jeremy) and went to Bugis. Omg &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, I spent almost $15 playing this game outside the arcade at Bugis. You put in $1 and you have 5 tries to get 5 or more points to get the prize you want. I was eyeing the iPod Nano but I couldn't get it! It was damn addictive I tell you. If I had more money I would continue playing! Argh, I was so close!!! Other than the Nano, I want the Samsung phone too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone willing to sponsor? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around and went to Suntec and watched&lt;strong&gt; 40 Year Old Virgin&lt;/strong&gt; with WH and Adam! Our first M18 movie! The rest of the guys didn't want to watch so they went somewhere else. Oh, latest update, YS just told me on MSN that they went Cathay to watch &lt;strong&gt;GOAL!&lt;/strong&gt; i think. &lt;em&gt;Yawn...&lt;/em&gt;Boring! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;strong&gt; 40 Year Old Virgin&lt;/strong&gt; is a freaking funny show! Go watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Macdonald for dinner (&lt;em&gt;and lunch - there was this coupon I had where you get a free burger or something with every EVM u bought&lt;/em&gt;), and after that I brought them over to Paulaner where we got free beer! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a really stupid thing after that, we went to Pan Pacific Hotel and started taking the lift up and down like twice! We could only go up to the 37th floor because it was the restaurant, and only guests had access to the other levels. Anyway, we went all the way to the 25th floor, then up to the 37th floor and back down...and up again, and down again. Lol, it was soo fun and funny! The lift was the type where you could look out, and the view was fantastic high up in the lift! We were like 3 country bumpkins man! While in the, we kept gushing about the spectacular view, and the guys kept saying &lt;em&gt;'Eh take picture leh! Eh take picture leh!'&lt;/em&gt; in a mega excited voice. We were like rushing to take pictures of everything before the lift stops! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the pictures I took! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looking all the way down from the 25th storey...We manage to get here because there was a guest in the lift. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_95501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The corridor looks creepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what greets you when you enter the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oo..the swimming pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything looks so small from high above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adam and I! Omg, look at the height difference! But who cares, we're purply pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wenhui and Adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_956203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haha...look at our silly smiles..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONATHAN LEE WEI XIAN&lt;/strong&gt;! May Jing Jing and you be always in love...&lt;em&gt;Aww...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ack, I breathed in thread just now while cutting up the label of my cloth, and now I can feel it stuck in my troat! So icky yucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brrrl...! Okie dokies! It's 2:13am now! Off to shower before I head to dreamland! Nightey night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_95710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yay...D's coming back tommorow!&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/9898651-112922680158162164?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112922680158162164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112922680158162164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112922680158162164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112922680158162164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-going-to-try-to-make-this-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112912923870740207</id><published>2005-10-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:00:38.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read finish&lt;strong&gt; The Notebook&lt;/strong&gt; by Nicholas Sparks. I loved it. It's so wonderful...I just cried and cried while reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...I'm such a sucker for romantic novels. Especially old-time romance. So sweet and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112912923870740207?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112912923870740207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112912923870740207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112912923870740207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112912923870740207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-read-finish-notebook-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112911591008403298</id><published>2005-10-12T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:18:30.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sian...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home the whole day doing almost nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to meet up with the guys after they kayaked, but my dear friend Wen Hui forgot to call. Worst, they didn't even kayaked but went to play pool instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grr...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no where to go, and no one to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where to go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk to on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk to on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to work the password script that was given to me. So now, I can't truly bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live such a sad existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112911591008403298?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112911591008403298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112911591008403298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112911591008403298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112911591008403298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/sian_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112911548471160636</id><published>2005-10-12T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:11:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--hide &lt;br /&gt;var password; &lt;br /&gt;var pass1="-shithappens- "; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;password=prompt(' A prompt '); &lt;br /&gt;if (password==pass1) &lt;br /&gt;alert('sorry for the inconvenience caused ~ '); &lt;br /&gt;else &lt;br /&gt;{ &lt;br /&gt;window.location="page for the people who didnt read the rule"; &lt;br /&gt;} &lt;br /&gt;//--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian..so sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112911548471160636?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112911548471160636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112911548471160636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112911548471160636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112911548471160636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112904523023402594</id><published>2005-10-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:45:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Just got home from work! Have been working for the past 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D's at Batam! I miss him already...He stayed over yesterday, and Mummy sent him to Tanah Merah Ferry terminial in the morning. Yawn...it was so early in the morning! Went back to bed after I got home and slept ti 3+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it's our 5 month anniversary! Happy anniversary darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing more to blog about. Free tomorrow and Thursday people! Call me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go read &lt;a href="http://junk-feud.com"&gt;Junk Feud&lt;/a&gt; to de-stress.Ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112904523023402594?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112904523023402594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112904523023402594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112904523023402594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112904523023402594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/roar-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112887978091874678</id><published>2005-10-10T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T02:12:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! I hardly have time to blog regularly anymore! Hmm...even though it's only been 3 days. But it seems really long! Been super busy running around the whole of Singapore buying this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent almost $300 in 3 days, and most of the stuff is not for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much I bought just on Satuday only?? $200 worth! Lol...So blah to rush, but there's no choice because Fashion Fiesta is in about 2 weeks time. Thankfully it's still on the right track. Thanks D for helping me in EVERYTHING and accompany-ing me EVERYWHERE. I love you! =) And also thank you &lt;a href="http://flooked.blogspot.com"&gt;Deone&lt;/a&gt; for helping me with the design! Met her while she was working on Friday to ask for her help, and a beautiful design was done the next day! PRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Eclectic Attic&lt;/strong&gt; (beside P.S. Spotlight) with D on Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE PLACE.&lt;/strong&gt; Wonderful ambience, yummy food, and perfect for a romantic date. The only downside is that the food portion is small. Had &lt;em&gt;Foie Gras&lt;/em&gt; and it was simply melt in your mouth delish. It was four small 1cm cube pieces for $10, but it was damn good lah! Ate it finish in less than a minute, and I only remembered that I forgot to take a picture after that! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only can show you the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Welcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where we sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bar...So pretty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_94300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute hot air balloon shaped lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovely hats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...It's floating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prawn cocktail I think. One word - Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting really hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even present receipt so nice! Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The service was impeccably good too. Everyone go there NOW if you haven't still! It will be so much better in person!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked like so much today! Walked from my house to 85 market that area, walked from Suntec all the way to Beach Road Army market (frigging far!), walked from Army market to Bras Brasah (friggin friggin far!), walked from Queensway S.C. to Alexander Hawker Centre for dinner and then walk from there to Queensway MRT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My god. I finally exercised! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Pats myself on my back&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visited the National Library for the first time while on the way to Bras Brasah! Haha...slow I know. We wanted some air-con after walking so much, and in just 10s after walking in, I was cooled down already. Lol. My gosh, the library is so intimidating! Such a big building, so much security, so many sections! What happened the the old adult's and children's section! Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breath taking...actually only a little. Lalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I know I have more to blog about, but I can't seem to remember! Anyway, D is staying over tomorrow! He's going Batam for some school trip for 4 days on Tuesday and the meet up point is at Tanah Merah Ferry terminal or something. I'm going to miss him... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my friends too! Haven't seen them for sooooo long. Couldn't meet them because I had to do my design stuff...Sigh...I want to watch movies with them and eat Zeyi's dinner! Lol. MPs! Call me out next week! I miss you guys...! And people from T104 too! Hahaha...Meet up soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, I almost forgot. I'm using D's SIM card from Tues - Fri because his dosen't have roaming while mine has. So I won't be contactable through my number!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay! That's all...Love you guys! Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112887978091874678?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112887978091874678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112887978091874678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112887978091874678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112887978091874678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo-hello-everyone-i-hardly-have-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112861855472704298</id><published>2005-10-07T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T01:10:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yay! Blogger is finally looking normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralala! Just got back from work! Phew! Have been working like MAD since Monday. Super tiring! Hardly have time for anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really much to blog about because all I've done since Monday is to work, sleep til it's time to get up for work, and D coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour Glass had a function at Paulaner Brauhaus on Wednesday. They were revealing the new range of&lt;em&gt; extremely&lt;/em&gt; f*cking expensive watch called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; There were models promoting the watches and mingling with guests...beautiful people...the well-dressed...super tall women...the rich...photographers...basically a high end party. Waddya expect, Hour Glass. Haha. There was this photographer for the event who was besotted with me - he kept wanting to take pictures of me. Nahaha..Kidding, but I wish I wasn't in my shapeless uniform! But catch me in Tatler or some magazine called Times or something yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am joking this time, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like who would put a picture of a waitress in those magazines??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was extremely tiring but yet alittle fun. Ha, no taking orders - just walking around and smiling. How easy. But having to walk for 5 hrs straight and carrying plates of food and mugs of beer has been tough on my poor legs, arms and shoulders! I need a massage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, there's this really gay guy working there. Apparently, he has two boyfriends who are like 60 and 70 years old! It's super amusing to watch him. Everything from the way he talks, his mannerisms, and especially the way he walks is so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw my school results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATIVITY AND APPLIED THINKING SKILLS: AD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAPHIC COMMUNICATION: C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRO TO WEB DESIGN &amp;amp; COMP GRAPHICS: B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION VIDEO PRODUCTION: B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDIA IN SOCIETY : C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCIPLES OF MARKETING COMMUNICATION: AD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS AND WELLNESS: PX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less expected. The only shocking one is that I managed to get a &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LVP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! A little dissappointed in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEDSOC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I was a &lt;strong&gt;B+&lt;/strong&gt; before the final paper! Must have done really badly for it. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;was like Top 15 or so in the cohort for that module until this? Boo hoo...But &lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRMCO&lt;/em&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CATS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( &lt;--- HAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...K lah, that's about all. Off to do my usual online stuff! It's been four days since I've been online. Nights world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112861855472704298?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112861855472704298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112861855472704298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112861855472704298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112861855472704298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-yay-blogger-is-finally-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112827574646632843</id><published>2005-10-03T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T05:35:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had Sex on the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was oh-so-sensous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delectable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senses were all awaken...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never tasted, smelt or felt anything like it before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember Nude at Indochine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah, that was like damn lame, but I thought that would be an eye-catching title. Tee hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the benefit for those &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; not in the know, Sex on the beach is a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the record, it was not bad. One of best I've drank so far (and that's not alot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/em&gt;* Blogger still looks retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Weird1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt; Blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...It's D's Daddy's birthday today! Went toto have dinner at a Teochew restaurant at Robertson Quay. Quite yummy! There was Cold Crab, Duck, Kang Kong (One of the nicest I've ever eaten!) and some brown thingy which I have no idea what it's called. We had Chinese tea and red wine and all Kong Ba Pau! Is it spelt correctly? Anyway, the Pau got pattern one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9243.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ugly yet cute right?? Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More food!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Head back to D's house after that for the cutting of the cake! Wow, his Mum used a really cool candle! It's the shape of a Lotus, made of plastic, and when you light the fuse up, VOOM! Mini-firework! Then the Lotus blooms and opens up, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ta-da!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the 'Happy Birthday' tune starts playing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funky right? Lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say hello to Junior!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He just got groomed! So he's not very fluffy at the moment. Exceptionally cute today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like how I look today! So feminine and demure! Old-school flowery skirt and hair tied into a chignon! Alas! No picture of me! No idea why I'm so unphotogenic today. Like MEGA unphotogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously D likes it as much as I do. I think even more. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha..I'm like super multi-tasking since just now man! Taking so long to blog. I'm blogging, blog surfing, adding pictures, talking to D on the phone, drinking water, on friendster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah lao, siao&lt;/em&gt; man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, D's mum gave me this really cool thing from Shanghai among the usual clothing, blah blah blah. It's this stamp thingy with my chinese name in supposed old chinese. There's even red ink! Funky man. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder, do you guys call these stamp thingys 'chalk' or 'chop'? Haha, I've been pronouncing it as 'Chauk' since, like forever. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, on Saturday, Mummy, my sister, D and I went to T.M. to eat Genki Sushi! Yummy! Ate so much! Used my CLEO $11 priviledge card! A Sushi platter for just $11! Almost didn't get my card back - the manager said they needed it for verification that we used it. Can you imagine if it was true???!!! My card would be gone and I can't use it for the other $11 stuff! So don't let anyone take your Cleo card away girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;The Myth&lt;/strong&gt; after that, and the movie's not bad! Funny to see the Koreans trying to speak Chinese in the bloppers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Chanel, James and Jamie in the afternoon on Friday. We met the tailors that are going to alter their outfits. So far so good, except I can forsee how rush I'm going to be in time to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this stupid seamtress that day. She agreed to alter the clothes for me two days back, but on Friday she suddenly said she couldn't do it because it was too difficult! Stupid woman! Can't keep to your promises and waste my/our precious time! Moreover, she was so rude! Kept trying ot chase us out of her shop, apologised in an obviously grudging and unsincere tone. Ack! She was just plain rude! Worst for someone who is at fault! D totally 'lectured' her because of that. People, never go to the tailor shop near the bird shop near 85 market at Bedok! It's beside Bedok North St 4! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://jayhage.blogspot.com"&gt;Jing Hui&lt;/a&gt; says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZAZAZA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;Tim Burton's Corpse Bride&lt;/strong&gt; after that - it's super duper nice! Go watch! Marvellous marvellous show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a Pizza-licious dinner after that! I am going to grow fat with all the food I'm eating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9226.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_92272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_92261.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9227.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_92273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_92262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hello... -&lt;em&gt;in Mr Bean's voice&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_92272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9236.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Food glorious food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_92350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_92290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha! I get the nice picture while get the unglam one! Dum dee dum dee dum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Nude at Indochine after that! That was where I had my sex on the beach in case you forgot. Lol - Sex on the beach in Nude. The place is cool and the music was good too! Unfortunately, the crowd was more of the late 20s and so they didn't like all that RnB. So no one really danced, and D and I couldn't dance too because there would be no one to look after our seats and stuff! Yawn...Oh yeah, the toilet is way cool. You have to step on some black button on the floor to activate the tap. And apparently, the guys all pee in a triangular fountain or something. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9241.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9242.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. This is a blardy unglam stupid picture. We were fooling around at the busstop waiting for bus no. 14 which was long gone. D stayed over after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't really remember what happened on Thursday. I can only remember D coming to my house after school. Poor baby. Huggies! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yah, oh yah! Another animalistic day on Friday before we headed to town! Actually it's only a Cat and a couple of Pigeons. But woo-hoo! Animals are funny creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9220.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_92200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9221%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_92210%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9222%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9223%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9223%20copy.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_92211%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_92211%20copy.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9224%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9224%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9225%20copycopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9225%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9222copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9222copy.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/1600/IMG_9225%20copycopycopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9225%20copycopycopy.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so self-entertaining. Hahaha...I sweat that happened. The birds were gone when the cat looked back! Boy, must he be pissed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, it's 5:07am now! My goodness! Time for bed! Bah, work tomorrow. Yawwwwwn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm an Eskimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No, you're a Pinguin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No! I want to be an Eskimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No...You're a Pinguin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eski...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digadigadigadigadig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112827574646632843?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112827574646632843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112827574646632843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112827574646632843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112827574646632843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-had-sex-on-beach.html' title='I had Sex on the Beach'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112792950682942073</id><published>2005-09-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T01:45:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dunno why, but Blogger's posting page looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="376" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/Weird.gif" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny right? But still can blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm in a mega laid-back mode these days. All I have done since Monday was to hang out with D while he prepares for his exams. On Monday, I went to his house. On Tuesday we went to MacDonald's! Nice laidback day - Just sitting down beside him reading Harry Potter again while having fries and coke. Yay. =) And Today, he came over! Was suppose to go to LJS after sourcing out fo tailors nearby but we were too hot and tired after that. So we hung around my house except for that one hour in the evening where we went to my aunt's house to see if her neighbour/seamtress could help me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so dry, detailed facts aside. To match the laidbackthingy-theme, even my outfits for the three days gave the laidback 'I'm just chilling vibe'! Shorts, tank top, weave belt, my white sandles, my red cat-eye glasses and *&lt;em&gt;gasp&lt;/em&gt;* no make-up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laidback or not you tell me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so boho. I have no idea why. Wahaha...I really really feel like going to the beach one of these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine...Sitting along the seashore in a quaint little Cafe drinking a large glass of Choco-something Frap while reading the latest chick-lit...With oversized sunglasses perched on top my head while my hair carelessly follows the seabreeze...I decide to take a stroll along the seaside... Ah bliss...the feeling of sinking into the sand as the waves roll back...and in...and back...and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ack. What's that slimy thing between my toes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shi*t. OIL! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black slimy, sticky oil.&lt;/span&gt; Cannot clean off!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh...Singapore beaches just dosen't cut it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha, everyone should just have a laidback day once it awhile. So relaxing...Beats rotting at home and the usual shopping-mall outings. And it's damn wonderful to wake up finding you snuggled beside me. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it was 'disturb the animals day!'. This afternoon, while looking for a tailor, D and I walked past a bird shop. There were like SO MANY of our feathered friends. There were a couple of Parrots outside and this particular parrot was the poor victim of our torment! He was 'beaking' himself when I walked past when I had the sudden urge to touch him! His back was facing me, so afraid that it would 'beak' me or something, I quickly and lightly tapped him on his back. And my goodness! You should have seen it's reaction and expression! I swear! I saw it move up slightly in fright as it turned around with the speed of lightning to see who his molester was! Hahaha...but he got wiser the next time we walked past. I told D to go irritate the bird by touching his feathers, but the parrot was faster this time. He started flapping his feathers like really fast and tried to 'beak' D. Hahahahaha...So funny man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there was a parrot-ty 'Hello!' as we walked away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I've been using the word beak because I couldn't remember what the word was. I remember now, it's peck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, talking about Parrots, D said he used to know this parrot who lived at the barber shop he used to go when he was younger. No, not the parrot you -_-, the barber shop D went to went he was younger. Hoho...the image of a parrot sitting in the barber's chair saying 'Gimme &lt;em&gt;a mohawk! Squack&lt;/em&gt;!' just popped into my head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO, this parrot is damn clever! It says &lt;em&gt;'Good morning!&lt;/em&gt;' when you enter the door, and &lt;em&gt;'Byebye!&lt;/em&gt;' when you leave! And when a lady in a skirt walks past the shop, the parrot will whistle those &lt;em&gt;cheeko pek&lt;/em&gt; whistle! Then all the old men in the shop will go look. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; Can you imagine??! So one day, D tested something. He kept on coming in and out of the store, and the parrot kept on saying &lt;em&gt;'Good morning!&lt;/em&gt;' and &lt;em&gt;'Bye bye!&lt;/em&gt;',  &lt;em&gt;'Good morning&lt;/em&gt;!' &lt;em&gt;'Bye bye&lt;/em&gt;!'. &lt;strong&gt;Lol!&lt;/strong&gt; But it finally got fed up after a while. Oh ya, it also says good morning even if you visit the barber in the afternoon. So cute...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But here's the funniest - D went to irritate the parrot by rapping on it's cage, and guess what the parrot said? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PU BO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! I almost died from laughter hearing that. And I think that's Fuck your mother in Hokkien or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah...Parrots say the darndest things!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the other animals that got irritated were a couple of cats! There was this black and white kitten who refused to let us pet it but instead just sat far away from us and stared. When we meow at it to try to bait it to come, it meows back. We meow again, it meows back. We meow again, and it meows back agaiN! So this went on for like a minute or so.  Oh, this happened at the bottom of the overheadbridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, as we climbed the stairs this orange cat runs down! I don't know how to explain, but the sight of it running down the stairs just amuses me. Then! As we reached the top, we see another orange cat sitting in the middle of the bridge licking itself, oblivious to the people walking pass! I wanted to pat it, but this very ridiculous yet plausible thought ran through my mind. I was afraid that if I startled the cat, it would run to the nearest exit - which was the side of the bridge and jump to it's death! So I cautiously approached it and thankfully, the cat was friendly. Phew! Can you imagine the cat going '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' as I touched it and unknowingly runs through the railing and lands on the windscreen and shocks some unsuspecting driver? Or WORST, it lends under it's &lt;em&gt;WHEEL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Shudder&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, that was my 'disturb the animals day!'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Share yours! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tralalala...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My designs are now so-so only. Hopefully the end result looks nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Prays&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, I'm going to start work at Paulaner next week! Yay, income! Eh, &lt;strong&gt;LOH MUN JOANNE&lt;/strong&gt;, if you read this, you still want to work anot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toot-ti-toot! That's all for this entry! Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112792950682942073?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112792950682942073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112792950682942073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112792950682942073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112792950682942073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/09/dunno-why-but-bloggers-posting-page.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112766783243208269</id><published>2005-09-26T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:03:52.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should stop reading other people blogs before I blog. It always changes the mood of the entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toot-ti toot-ti-TOOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D stayed over yesterday! Went to his house after another video re-shoot at Ubi. My goodness, Mr. RJ (not real name) is mad! He called me at like 8:20am and expected me to be down at Ubi at 9:15am with Make-up fully done. Like who the hell can make it there in time?! But what's new...Haha..No offence yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got there at about 10am and was outta there by 12+. It was okay, though I have no idea what difference this take was from the other two?? &lt;em&gt;Sheesh&lt;/em&gt;. But I loved the way Shamilah lined my eyes - made them seem much bigger and brighter! Though I though my lips looked weird. Hmm...the wonders (or not) of make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Ranjeet's birthday today! Or more like yesterday, as it's 43 minutes past Sunday. There was a party for him in the afternoon, but didn't go because of some reason or another. I kinda feel left out by not going and not helping out. But &lt;em&gt;ah well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tralala...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went down to Holland V after that to look for clothes for my designs, and had a yummilicious and fulfilling dinner at Crystal Jade! Slurp! I love those dumplings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go to Escape today with D and my family for some Lion Club thingy thingy, but it was like damn freaking early in the morning! 8am! Dear Yi Sheng said he waited but in vain for me the whole day! Yeah right Mr. Heng! Tee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Queensway to look for more stuff for my designs! Quite a number of cute stuff there, I want to shop for myself! &lt;strong&gt;Eek!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Narcoticizing Dysfunction&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; Should I have gotten the yellow or green belt instead of the pink?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like the yellow. $3.90 only, must go down to Queensway again. MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, oh yah! I got my iPod changed! Remember I dropped it, albeit lightly, and there was a slight dent? D got in changed! He's damn pro man! Apparently, the warranty does not cover the cover, or the exterior of the iPod. So, he crapped that the click wheel was not responsive or something, and yay! - &lt;strong&gt;NEW &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;iPOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My boyfriend is the most wonderfullest thing on earth even though he bullies me all the time! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering, did I mention this before? I can't rememeber...I've told a number of people this so hmm...But wth, &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; iPOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, no one wrecks it - especially my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'The Brothers Grim' on Friday! I love it! So fairytale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I think that's all. Most probably going to be partially busy with the designs. But don't forget to call me out! Nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112766783243208269?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112766783243208269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112766783243208269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112766783243208269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112766783243208269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-should-stop-reading-other-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112740934396896735</id><published>2005-09-23T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:41:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird...my IE keeps changing it's text size with no help of mine. Eek...is my computer under an attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm blogging people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing to blog really. Same old, same old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember much of what has happened for the past two days or so except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just to lazy to remember. I remembered going to SECDC to collect half of the money for my designs and mostly hanging out with D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PP with Wenhui, Keshia and Zeyi for a little while this afternoon, and went to Keshia's house after that, and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see...nothing much to blog about. Not that the events were boring though. It was fun today hanging out with some of the MPs - Haha, especially the bicycle part. Lol. And the part where WH and I just squat on the floor looking at ants trying to carry a hornet. We were speculating whether the ants would rip the hornet piece by piece or carry it as a whole. I even helped an ant back to its ant trail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Pats myself on the back&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I think I killed a beetle yesterday when I threw it out the window of my 9-storey flat. I didn't throw it exactly, I threw the tissue it was on. Would it DIE? I mean the tissue would slowly float down right? ...&lt;em&gt;Right??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice feeling 'free' and being myself though for a brief moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smiles wistfully-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the night: &lt;strong&gt;Avril's Together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something just isn't right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can feel it inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth isn't far behind me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I turn the lights out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality overcomes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm living a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Feel so much better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I'm around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't feel right at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we've built a wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding hands we'll fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands we'll fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This has gone on so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realize that I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something good to rely on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Feel so much better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when Im around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lying here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts are choking on you my dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On you my dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On you my dear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkaY! Since it's a rather stale entry today, I shall entertain you with a clip I linked through &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xia Xue's&lt;/a&gt; comment box! &lt;em&gt;No,&lt;/em&gt; I don't usually read her comments nor do I comment, but I was damn bored yesterday night. Or was it the night before? Ack, my timing's screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh..so enjoy, and nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kahsoon.com/2005/08/26/lindsay-lohan-in-harry-potter/"&gt;Lindsay Lohan in Harry Potter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112740934396896735?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112740934396896735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112740934396896735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112740934396896735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112740934396896735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/09/weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112715359624947640</id><published>2005-09-20T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:13:16.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has had more sex than me</title><content type='html'>This is a damn cute animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-9/430067/everyone_has_had_more_sex_than_me.swf"&gt;Everyone has had more sex than me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunny is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is so apt at how I'm feeling right now. &lt;em&gt;Not the sex part&lt;/em&gt;, but the feeling that everyone is having much better in ____ than you kinda thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears welling up in the bunny eyes touched a raw nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. Even cute little animated bunnies make me &lt;em&gt;CRWY&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely different topic, my sister, weirdly, has about 200+ visitors on her blog DAILY. Amuses and stumps me. Go read for yourself - &lt;a href="http://cynicaljunks.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalalalala... Darling's taking his driving tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;crosses fingers&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Avril's &lt;strong&gt;Too much to ask&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I try to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;You're always feeling sorry for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't you're too tough&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loveless (it's 'the best', but it sounds like loveless)&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much that I'm asking for?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112715359624947640?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112715359624947640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112715359624947640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112715359624947640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112715359624947640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/09/everyone-has-had-more-sex-than-me.html' title='Everyone has had more sex than me'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112706187175952329</id><published>2005-09-19T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:08:22.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so tired of always giving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One way or another, I'm always the one who has to give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you feel upset due to whatever circumstances, I have to placate you. But I can't even feel anything remotely sad because you'll just get irritated and then I'll have to placate you instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm the one always apologizing even if it's no fault of mine. Even if it's our fault, I'll always apologize while you'll just say 'it's okay' like it's entirely my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate putting up with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I used to be so independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like crying and just leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it wrong to feel alittle sad that there's a possibility that I might be seeing very little of you in the holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you say it's not confirmed, but I know if you could you would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I will like only see less than 24 hours a week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know it might not defintely happen, but is it so wrong to feel 'sian' at that thought? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just that and you snap at me irritatedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel so hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spare a thought for my feelings please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes the urge to just leave is so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not like you have a lack of suitors anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The pain is slowly turning into resentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know it, I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You used to say that I'm so caught up in my own stuff and that you feel secondary to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who's secondary now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you were alone I was there. I know I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now that you have a semblance of a life, you come and go as you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so going to get slammed by you for writing this. One way or another, you'll find a way to dispute me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to be the one in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please, don't push me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really wanna know passwprd protection for posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112706187175952329?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112706187175952329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112706187175952329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112706187175952329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112706187175952329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-tired-of-always-giving-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112701903718120678</id><published>2005-09-18T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:26:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys read of the missing girl on today's Straits Times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeanne Francesca &lt;em&gt;Netto&lt;/em&gt;. Eastwood walk. Has 3 brothers and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The similarities are uncanny. I mean, who many Nettos live there??? Yep, I think it's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is, poor him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, there was still some sort of 'connection' no matter how brief and fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not lah, but I'm doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, whoever the girl is, she won't be on an episode of &lt;em&gt;Missing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. Yesterday was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suddenly in love with Kelly Clarkson's hits. All the sappy ones. Actually I'm in love with all the sappy depressing love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems like just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I used to stand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I used to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;br /&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'m barely hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you everything&lt;br /&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;don't cry on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and etc etc. repeat repeat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah's - We belong together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;When I said I didn't love you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never should've let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't know nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was foolish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was lying to myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't have fathomed that I would ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be without your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never imagined I'd be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting here beside myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I didn't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;didn't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never felt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or have your touch and kiss your lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I don't have a choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, what I wouldn't give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right here, 'cause baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We belong together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When times get rough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We belong together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing to me'If you think you're lonely now'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait a minute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is too deep, too deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta change the station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I turn the dial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to catch a break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I only think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it's breaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm trying to keep it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I'm falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm throwing things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt; the hell I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ain't even half of what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need you back in my life baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and repeat repeat repeat the chorus blah blah blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112701903718120678?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112701903718120678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112701903718120678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112701903718120678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112701903718120678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/09/missing.html' title='Missing.'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112688068236725101</id><published>2005-09-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T17:39:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH WE WON!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh yay yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shockalates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won the Integrated Marketing Apple Project! Omg lah! So&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; H-A-P-P-Y!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! We all got an&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;iPod Mini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job everyone - &lt;a href="http://flooked.blogspot.com"&gt;Deone&lt;/a&gt;, Jonathan, &lt;a href="http://waliwonk.blogspot.com"&gt;Geraldine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://badretainee.blogspot.com"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/a&gt; (in ABC order)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xing ku ni men le&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so did the rest of the groups! Congrats everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deone, me and Geraldine's pointy pumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha...the presentation was at Apple at Ang Mo Kio. The inside of the building is cool looking man, not like boring coporate company. The presentation was okay. But anyway, after the presentation, Deone, Geraldine and me went to play fooseball? Whatever it's spelt, but the soccer game on the table thingy where you control the players like satay on a stick. Anyway it was damn fun! By the time we went back down, two groups were already done! That was like about 40 minutes? Haha...Anyway, we were so ecstatic when they announced Shockalates got 1st. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pass months of hard work has been worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Big O's at Wheelock after that. Hung around for awhile after that, but most of us went home because the months of exhaustion has finally set in! The rest like Kenneth &amp; Co went to Cine to check the movie times. Met D and ate Burger King, and after that went to RiverPoint for SFW discusstion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, another re-shoot &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow?? 10am! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to bed soon! My right eye is like swollen?? And D's at Zouk with his friends - guys night out. Lol. Ah, since I'm in such a happy mood now I wanna say&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DARRYL! MUACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala! TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_9082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Shock shock shock!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm...seems like someone in the loser group is rather sore about not winning - especially when he was so confident.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerpts from then:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Apple presentation went excellent. I believe we were one of the few groups that actually blew away the panel of lecturers, with fantastic design foresight and graphic representation, &lt;u&gt;insert group name&lt;/u&gt; here raised the bar. We got shortlisted out of 20 groups to go present in front of the Apple employees and CEO of asia pacific region in around 2 weeks time. Im happy, because it is mostly due to my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realised that Apple is one of the most obnoxious companies around. I am ashamed that I spent countless hours fawning over their website and products, fantasizing about being an Apple marketing exec and jiving to that i-pod. And who buys apple products anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, this dislike for Apple has nothing to do with my team losing the Apple Project marketing presentation today. nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aww...poor thing. Subtle hint: White kid who speaks in a whiny voice. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grow up. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112688068236725101?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112688068236725101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112688068236725101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112688068236725101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112688068236725101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahhhh-we-won.html' title='AHHHH WE WON!!'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112669578568056205</id><published>2005-09-14T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:03:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I'm almost recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was having a slight fever yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible horrible. Slept like more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go to D's Grandma's house for dinner but I'm feeling a tad lazy and I still wanna rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must not be sick for Friday's Apple Presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reduced the prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo-poo Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be real free from Friday onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone wan to go out on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is anyone going out on Saturday and I can tag along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no solid reason why I should be though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything's fine (hopefully), and that you're just busy, but can I have at least an assurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I like that? If I am, I'm sorry. But I know how you feel now (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'm no longer am, so is it so hard to assure me? Especially when you know an I told you my insecurities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...It sucks crying over nothing and over something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are such PMS-y creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate PMS-y syndromes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know there's more to this than PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just a simple fact that you're getting bored of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Blogger offers password protection on posts. Does it? If it does please tell me! Then I can write more personal entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I'm contridicting myself by saying that a blog is like a personal diary. It is, and still is. Except that some things are too personal. Too personal for someone who knows you to read it. Even in a personal diary - someone (like your Mum) might just take a peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks being sick and alone and feeling unloved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, and this sounds weird, but could anyone not tag on this entry? I feel kinda self-conscious reading tags telling me to cheer up and all that. I know you mean well, but let's just keep it...like it is. Thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. If anyone bothers to tag on this in the first place. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, don't tag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...shiet. It really sucks being sick, alone and feeling unloved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes you all cynical and feeling 'AH! THE WHOLE WORLD HATES ME!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9898651-112669578568056205?l=house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/feeds/112669578568056205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9898651&amp;postID=112669578568056205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112669578568056205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9898651/posts/default/112669578568056205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://house-of-paperdolls.blogspot.com/2005/09/boo_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09508725177144370245</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-9898651.post-112659374137173176</id><published>2005-09-13T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T15:32:59.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGER EATS SH*T</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHH!&lt;/span&gt; I AM SO UPSET LAH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAH LAO! YESTERDAY I BLOGGED FOR ALMOST 4 HOURS AND WHEN I FINALLY CLICKED PUBLISH, BLOGGER HAD SOME ERROR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO I TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED TO LOG IN, BUT TO NO AVAIL!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORST! KENNETH COULD BLOG AND I COULDN'T EVEN LOG IN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND WORST! I CAN'T EVEN RECOVER MY POST BECAUSE I HAVE TO RECOVER IT IN 30 MINUTES OF LOSING THE POST! BUT WHAT THE HELL!, I CAN'T EVEN LOG IN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO EAT BLOGGER FOR EATING MY POST UP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's resume to normal. I shall re-blog again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is finally over! MEDSOC exam on Monday was abit hard I would say, especially the fill in the blanks. Ha, hopefully I'll manage to get a B. Hopefully, considering I only started studying on Sunday from 6+pm - 3+am. And that includes watching MIB2 and eating dinner and sending D home. Not bad ah, crammed like what, 12 chapters in 5 hours? Record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, some of my classmates and I went to Popeye's at Changi Airport! Ah ate so much &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! I'm so going to grow FAT! Chilled at Starbucks after that. Ha, Deone, Jason and I were competing with Geraldine, Kenneth and Jon in a crossword puzzle. It was kinda fun, but the other team gave up so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/42705964_1f8403ff9c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the viewing mall pretending to be kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/42705957_7f147803b6_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Geraldine and Deone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha, poor Geraldine. She was so bimbo lah yesterday! Laughed like hell when I read &lt;a href="http://badretainee.blogspot.com"&gt;Kenneth's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Something about her hand smelling like urine. Lol. Kicked her shoe at Popeye's and Jon, I think, went to put her shoe in the middle of the pathway! But, weirdly, all the people that walked by all seem to ignore the shoe. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/42705962_3db5ae45d4_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha...I even manage to take her Jellybeans from her bag without her noticing at all! Tsk tsk, so easy to pickpocket. But ah, I kena lah, when I took out the cup, the cup was empty! AH! And the jellybeans were all in my big white bag! Wahahahaha...turns out the cover came off! So I spent time scooping jellybeans out of my bag with the cover on the train home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, the rain was damn heavy yesterday. The busstops I alighted at and waited at were flooded almost til my ankles! Must tiptoe all the way. And I felt like I was riding on water when the bus drove. Water was flying out from the side of the bus, til half the height of the windows! Mini tsunami.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La di da!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keshia's birthday on Saturday was a blast! Went to a really nice Italian restaurant somewhere in Chinasquare or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_53241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The carrot soup was delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So was this fishy thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the chicken thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And especially this pudding with a hint of rum. -Licks lips- I ate like almost 3 of this. Hahaha...The strawberry swirls look like blood flowing though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the rest of the pictures taken at the restaurant. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D and I bought red wine for Keshia! Red red wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_8839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Keshia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/88501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us girls. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D, me and Keshia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_5336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Hai...so hungry..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since K wanted an unforgettable birthday, we made her do a series of dares like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;B&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uying condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Posing with a stranger showing his boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_8876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Making an egg - with your neighbours ingredients and utensils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the finale - being thrown in the pool. Unfortunately, no pictures because we were not fast enough to capture that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, at K's house we ate so much! Bought from 85 - Oyster with egg, hokkien mee, satay, stingray, curry beef, curry chicken, fried chicken, carrot cake, on top of the heavy lunch at the italian restaurant, and the heavy dinner I had on Sunday plus yesterday's Popeye's! I AM DEFINITELY GOING to GAIN 1KG. No, 2KG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_53651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catch me in the next episode of Villa Wellness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, Milo has a new humping pole. No longer Seng Guan but my darling darryl. Ha, I swear Milo likes attached guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3046/741/320/IMG_88721.JPG" border="0
