<?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-18265484</id><updated>2012-01-31T01:16:08.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claralicious</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for my bitch fits.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>391</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5026563748263319845</id><published>2008-04-09T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:32:06.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.claralicious.com/"&gt;HTTP://WWW.CLARALICIOUS.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, Please update accordingly! THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-5026563748263319845?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5026563748263319845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5026563748263319845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5026563748263319845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5026563748263319845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/moved.html' title='MOVED!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1122248164761669331</id><published>2008-04-08T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:27:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm back to ground zero. He hates me. Maybe he never did love me. The feeling really sucks. Going back to school was killing me. I REALLY HATE IT. Everywhere I went, I was like drowning me in my own tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweetie, I'm sorry, you might not be able to meet him. Maybe because he doesn't know. That would be my one and only regret in life. Just remember, you are mine, and I love you, forever, and always. I will always always remember you :)&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/18265484-1122248164761669331?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1122248164761669331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1122248164761669331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1122248164761669331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1122248164761669331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5218250829213031004</id><published>2008-04-07T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:38:55.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger than ever.</title><content type='html'>I promise myself to be stronger. I promise &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; that I will be much stronger if I sacrifice &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt; Kim is right, I am a strong person and Nobody can be as strong as me. Thanks Kim. I am all ready to fight the emotional battle and trauma. I know I'll be fine. You guys have always been my strength. Dinner was fanastic with his family yesterday. It felt so warm again, but then weird without him. But I was happy though. Sitting in the car was weird too as there was an empty space between me and Timothy. However, I am thankful that I am still able to dinner with people who are still so dear to me. I am indeed more thankful receiving a call from his mum this morning, hoping that I was on my way to school. Thank you so much! I am really happy and touched. For now that I am accused of being with someone else. I do not need to convince anyone. I resign to fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairshow Post is pending. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-5218250829213031004?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5218250829213031004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5218250829213031004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5218250829213031004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5218250829213031004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/stronger-than-ever.html' title='Stronger than ever.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-2578316017074369088</id><published>2008-04-05T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:05:21.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAKE</title><content type='html'>Speaking about not being with anyone else.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; What makes me not a good enough girlfriend for him!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GAVE HIM EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say? She calls him Teddy Bear, attached on 29.3: 29th of March 2008. Both of their friendster status are MARRIED. Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I stupid or dumb?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-2578316017074369088?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2578316017074369088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=2578316017074369088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2578316017074369088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2578316017074369088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/fake.html' title='FAKE'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8078147846751506716</id><published>2008-04-04T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:23:15.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence is god's way of being Anoymous</title><content type='html'>I'm done with Hairshow. Though it was a successful event, I do not feel happy anymore. Yesterday was the first and last time walking on the runway with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. I know &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can feel the rush in me. I know I did&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; proud because &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know I like doing this. I will miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; on the runway with me. As day passes, I am growing more attached towards &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt; I'm afraid that I can't bear to let &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; go, but I know I have to. &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry sweetie. My fault. My bad.&lt;/em&gt; Right now, my playlist is filled with No Doubt's Don't Speak, Life in Mono by Mono,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I Go Crazy by DHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Littlest Things by Lily Allen, Going Crazy by Natalie and Gwen Stefani's 4 in the morning. It's crazy, bitter to drop back to ground zero. I really do not want to be in this way. And in the meanwhile, those promises from him is starting to disappear in thin hair, He promised to fly my honeymoon plane, no matter what happens between us and I doubt it will happen though I want it so much. He said that he wanted to concentrate on his carrer, and he doesn't feel for anyone. Now that things are already like that, I guess what he said that day was just a way of comforting me but sadly, I rather hear the truth and now, I see the truth myself. It hurts so much now, much more than how it was initially. Why must he lie?! Somehow, I wish that I know the truth, the truth of you not wanting to be with me. I guess having a career is an excuse to leave because right now, you are happy with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you move on so fast? How can you? After all the ups and downs? After all I have done? You really hurt me badly. And now, I am back to ground zero. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-8078147846751506716?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8078147846751506716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8078147846751506716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8078147846751506716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8078147846751506716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/coincidence-is-gods-way-of-being.html' title='Coincidence is god&apos;s way of being Anoymous'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5025444500345252767</id><published>2008-04-01T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:08:20.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st April: Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Mae's Awakening&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I close my eyes to this paradox place,&lt;br /&gt;ill fly away far away from here,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get away and dream,&lt;br /&gt;dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;when its all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;and the night has come,&lt;br /&gt;ill disappear,&lt;br /&gt;take flight on the wind of wishing you where here,&lt;br /&gt;fading light like a star whose life has been gone for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll fly,&lt;br /&gt;fly across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and I’ll leave,&lt;br /&gt;leave it all behind,&lt;br /&gt;if you’d be here,&lt;br /&gt;here with me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll disappear,&lt;br /&gt;take flight on the wind of wishing you where here,&lt;br /&gt;fading light like a star whose life has been gone for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll fly,&lt;br /&gt;fly across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and I’ll leave,&lt;br /&gt;leave it all behind,&lt;br /&gt;if you’d be here,&lt;br /&gt;here with me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, April's Fool wasn't nice for me today. And I know that every April's Fool wouldn't be the same anymore as today's memory will forever be emblazoned in my mind. Sometimes, I wish I didn't live off today. It sucks having to fall back to ground zero again. Tearing everywhere. At that moment, those stares didn't matter again. Those flashbacks are so bitter. The only comforting thing was hearing you saying that you miss me. And see you replying a "yes" in that question I asked. Maybe you may call me stupid that I still have hopes. Maybe I still do. Maybe I don't. All I know is that, I still can't get out of this shithole because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I REALLY DO NOT KNOW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S FRUSTRATING AND SADDENING.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I will get to feel &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; as long as I want to till that faithful day. Sweetie, I know that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can sense his presence. I know. I wonder how &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; would look like. Cos' part of me is excited to see &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. But I know I can't. Time doesn't allow me too. I'm sorry sweetie. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; will get to sense him again. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be HAIR PREP FOR HAIRSHOW, AND ZOUK WITH BUTTOCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-5025444500345252767?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5025444500345252767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5025444500345252767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5025444500345252767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5025444500345252767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-april-fate.html' title='The 1st April: Fate'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7021166238106550723</id><published>2008-04-01T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:58:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP Video</title><content type='html'>Well, Kevin came over to film some daily rountine thing a few weeks back. The video is done and I must say it's damn good no doubt some movements of mine are damn unglam! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_uI00ai3OJ8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_uI00ai3OJ8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-7021166238106550723?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7021166238106550723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7021166238106550723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7021166238106550723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7021166238106550723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/sp-video.html' title='SP Video'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4544718690378849571</id><published>2008-03-29T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:40:41.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara is just like a DURIAN.</title><content type='html'>Small Bully said that, "You are just like a durian. There are 3 levels to know you. 1st level: You appear to be unfriendly and bitchy, just like the durian shells. Those who dare to take on the challenge and be condemned will complete the 1st level, and will proceed to the 2nd level and that would be: Smelling the pungent smell of durians is like getting hit by your words with massive bitching. If anyone succeeds in enduring, they will proceed to the last level: Learning to appreciate the taste of the fruit, which is like learning to appreciate you of who you are and what you stand for. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, how true! Yesterday, I went Dbl O again, well, I got to admit that I was high. Sadly, small bully wasn't there. Thank god for Flavia, Eddie, and Long Ge. Well, let's talk about sperms right now. I hate it. I hate when people blame me for not being able to get over Terence. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;COME ON! WHAT IS ALL OF YOUR PROBLEM?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is it my fault?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it my fault for me to get emotional?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is it my fault to get hurt?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Am I not entitled to my own emotions?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is it your problem when I look and behave so happily, bitchy and crazy when I am actually hiding things inside?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Does it even concern you guys?!&lt;/span&gt; What are you guys after for?! I am not that 14 or 15 naive year old kid you guys think I am. Do not act like you care as if I am part of your tongue and not having me will actually make you guys lose your speech. HAHA. It's just not about looks but being attracted to my strong character?! I am NOT dumb. Well, WHAT MAKES YOU APPROACH A GIRL? Everyone is superfical. Come on! Do not give me the bull crap shit. I am not saying that I am pretty pretty. But I know I look average. I can handle my own problems. When I said I do not want a boyfriend in my life now, it just means NO. I hate it when you guys keep pushing me. I do not like it at all. For the first time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;STAND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FIRM.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT TO BE SINGLE. I DO NOT WANT ANY RELATIONSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys get it straight. I am sick of all of you proposing proposals. Everything is about me and myself. I have a problem. I am reserving &lt;em&gt;the last.&lt;/em&gt; All &lt;em&gt;the lasts.&lt;/em&gt; You can call me stupid. You can call me being paranoid and dumb. But that's how I like it. To reserve all &lt;em&gt;the lasts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, it's so irritating having guys telling me that they are gonna get strawberries for me. They just do not get it. &lt;strong&gt;NOT EVERYONE CAN BUY ME STRAWBERRIES. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183018460299846178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H1C524iI/AAAAAAAACy0/hlkGU_QTtg8/s400/Fraises_1_Luc_Viatour.jpg" border="0" /&gt; You should have the courtesy to ask, "May I buy strawberries?" And when I just look at you and say, "NO" Just don't. Cos' even if you do, I will throw it away no matter how much I like them. Do not ask why. But there's a reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, we had the FULL TIME BUTTOCKS IMPROMPTU MEETING! I was recruiting models at Lido when I bumped into Vivian. She needed to do some hair treatment for this coming 3rd of April event. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After bringing the 2 models for the hair show casting, Desiree told me that she do not need any female models anymore. Totally crap! And that they were in need of one urgent male model who is willing to cut his hair. At that moment, Vincent came into my mind because I remembered him complaining to me about his hair length about a week ago. So I called him down for casting while waiting for Vivian to finish her hair treatment. And BINGO! ALL 3 MET UP AT CHARLES &amp;amp; KEITH. The 小老婆 needed her 3 inches high heels for the show on the 3rd. Luckily, I already had one. After stepping out of the shop, this was what happen to &lt;em&gt;the husband.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H1i524jI/AAAAAAAACy8/0w_cvZj5-qs/s1600-h/DSC03325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183018468889780786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H1i524jI/AAAAAAAACy8/0w_cvZj5-qs/s400/DSC03325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Both wives&lt;/em&gt; dumped all the bags to him! Poor boy! But we still love you lah Vincent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H1i524kI/AAAAAAAACzE/yenf6w7K0ko/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183018468889780802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H1i524kI/AAAAAAAACzE/yenf6w7K0ko/s400/DSC03327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H1y524lI/AAAAAAAACzM/5MIT-ECW4MU/s1600-h/DSC03328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183018473184748114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H1y524lI/AAAAAAAACzM/5MIT-ECW4MU/s400/DSC03328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, 3 of us are super close that everywhere we go, Vincent will be mistaken as Vivian's bf or my bf! So, me and Vivian said that Vincent is like every girl's bf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H2C524mI/AAAAAAAACzU/9HlJoBSvfvs/s1600-h/DSC03329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183018477479715426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H2C524mI/AAAAAAAACzU/9HlJoBSvfvs/s400/DSC03329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183020088092451458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3JTy524oI/AAAAAAAACzk/OOkjE40XxgI/s400/DSC03331.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Vincent and me then sent Vivian to the MRT station and we headed to Pepper Lunch, Vincent had this crazy idea of creating the "Lover's set" HAHA. It's crappy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183020088092451442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3JTy524nI/AAAAAAAACzc/NSm7iEI0l1w/s400/DSC03332.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I guess it's a wrap up. The full time buttocks will be striking the runway on the 3rd of April 2008 at St. James. Please do come down and lend your support! DO NOT BRING BANNERS! HAHA. I was just kidding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty tired now. I didn't get to sleep for a night now. I need to get some rest, and take care of myself. I've not been feeling well and I sure do know the reason why. Whatever it is, To Charity or Teddy, I am so sorry. I am really sorry. I wouldn't want to make you suffer. Crap. I need to book appointments, do paperwork and I need money money money! MANY MONEY! MANY MANY MORE THAN MANY MANY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okie, and I am back to work now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4544718690378849571?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4544718690378849571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4544718690378849571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4544718690378849571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4544718690378849571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/clara-is-just-like-durian.html' title='Clara is just like a DURIAN.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-3H1C524iI/AAAAAAAACy0/hlkGU_QTtg8/s72-c/Fraises_1_Luc_Viatour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8346233125294226634</id><published>2008-03-25T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:04:27.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forging strength from weakness</title><content type='html'>Alright, after a long time, I managed to get my ass here. And start to blog. Well, everyone started asking and questioning about those emotional posts. For now, I just have to say that I am still going on fine. It's been a rough ride for the past month. Yes. Finally, I have the courage to say that: Terence and I are not together anymore. It's been a difficult period. Till now, but I know I am getting better right now. And I promise that the random-ness will get back yea? Even after changing blogskin, (cos' I am still WAITING VERY PATIENTLY FOR SOMEONE TO GET MY BLOGSKIN DONE..) I kinda realised that some things remain the same which kinda sucks big time. It's like, it's been quite a while after someone was with you, and then when you try to get rid of certain things, or when you try to get back on track, it's so difficult. Cos' memories kill. I will have a closure like how I always do right in this blog. I will when I am ready, emotionally stable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that faithful day, the other two princesses (who were the first to know about this) suggested for an outing with ICE CREAM. And of all places, THE CATHY. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aMIS524gI/AAAAAAAACyg/QmZ071LmrfA/s1600-h/DSC03155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180982495477686786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aMIS524gI/AAAAAAAACyg/QmZ071LmrfA/s400/DSC03155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aMIi524hI/AAAAAAAACyo/QlXOvALZARo/s1600-h/DSC03158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180982499772654098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aMIi524hI/AAAAAAAACyo/QlXOvALZARo/s400/DSC03158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were more photos, but I guess this would be enough. Cos' the rest are just too, weird to be up here. Cos' Siti can't stop snapping despite how I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Sentosa together with the other princess few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLyy524bI/AAAAAAAACx4/DlsujMvGm1c/s1600-h/DSC03235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180982126110499250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLyy524bI/AAAAAAAACx4/DlsujMvGm1c/s400/DSC03235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing much to update. Read her post to find out more:&lt;a href="http://http//shadowbodysoul.blogspot.com/2008/03/suay-day-sentosa.html"&gt; CLICK HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I also realised that Kevin Ban, who is one of my colleague at MC.Models: &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLzS524dI/AAAAAAAACyI/yX6seWrvuiU/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180982134700433874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLzS524dI/AAAAAAAACyI/yX6seWrvuiU/s400/DSC03296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is one of the princesses' childhood friend from church! WHAT A SMALL WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during this period of time, someone has been helping me out, going out with me, making sure that I am okie. Liasing with my 2 princesses, to make sure I do not fall back to ground zero. Many thanks to you! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180982130405466562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLzC524cI/AAAAAAAACyA/yp5lQMMPVXo/s400/DSC03301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLzS524eI/AAAAAAAACyQ/pPP0WPhwtc4/s1600-h/DSC03304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180982134700433890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLzS524eI/AAAAAAAACyQ/pPP0WPhwtc4/s400/DSC03304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above picture: Small Bully said that some singaporeans will be damn weird and irritating to take a picture of a person who is wearing an army uniform and a girl who is standing beside him, listening to songs together via mp3 and accuse the poor guy of an offense: &lt;em&gt;An act of affection in public.&lt;/em&gt; So, I said that I would be that irritating and dumb singaporean and post it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides having great friends during the day time, I have a bunch of nice people at night too. Especially when I do not want to stay at home, facing 4 walls, and those memories &lt;s&gt;kept&lt;/s&gt; keep pumping in. Plus, I can't sleep at all! So, I rather go out. Some people will actually say that "having this kind of nightlife is your thing", but they really do not understand. They do not understand the pain that you are going through, facing four walls, looking at stuffed toys on your bed, and crying non-stop till 6 or 7am. Expect me to go where?! Go mustafa huh? And smell all the people who live in mars who haven't heard of what perfume or cologne is? Expect me to go shopping?! At where?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that I am running away, my mum, my dear girlfriends, but what can I do? I cannot do anything. I do not want to do certain things and people think that I am seeking for attention. I CHOSE TO SELF-DESTRUCT. So, my nightlife has been like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models Night Out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLzi524fI/AAAAAAAACyY/PbC8b3MYNtk/s1600-h/DSC03206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180982138995401202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLzi524fI/AAAAAAAACyY/PbC8b3MYNtk/s400/DSC03206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dbl O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLKi524WI/AAAAAAAACxQ/kJqG7Ato-cE/s1600-h/DSC03218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180981434620764514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLKi524WI/AAAAAAAACxQ/kJqG7Ato-cE/s400/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And some bitch reunion (with a guy who I havent met for years!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLKy524XI/AAAAAAAACxY/5WdKPFXLLAs/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180981438915731826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLKy524XI/AAAAAAAACxY/5WdKPFXLLAs/s400/DSC03324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLLC524YI/AAAAAAAACxg/EWD7YuDAjRU/s1600-h/13776_a%2520(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180981443210699138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLLC524YI/AAAAAAAACxg/EWD7YuDAjRU/s400/13776_a%2520(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a super tall girl! who is bloody 1.8m and she still wear heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLLC524ZI/AAAAAAAACxo/N5ZmOYMJux4/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180981443210699154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLLC524ZI/AAAAAAAACxo/N5ZmOYMJux4/s400/DSC03307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLLS524aI/AAAAAAAACxw/mD0-WN3HZGk/s1600-h/DSC03306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180981447505666466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aLLS524aI/AAAAAAAACxw/mD0-WN3HZGk/s400/DSC03306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKTi524RI/AAAAAAAACwo/Sl9c_WF6-v8/s1600-h/DSC03311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180980489727959314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKTi524RI/AAAAAAAACwo/Sl9c_WF6-v8/s400/DSC03311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKUS524SI/AAAAAAAACww/sHXgph4tiic/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180980502612861218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKUS524SI/AAAAAAAACww/sHXgph4tiic/s400/DSC03313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKVC524TI/AAAAAAAACw4/T39BeliPUDA/s1600-h/DSC03315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180980515497763122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKVC524TI/AAAAAAAACw4/T39BeliPUDA/s400/DSC03315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara and Long lost friend Daniel!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKVS524UI/AAAAAAAACxA/_dJfxofA3Lg/s1600-h/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180980519792730434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKVS524UI/AAAAAAAACxA/_dJfxofA3Lg/s400/DSC03316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKWS524VI/AAAAAAAACxI/Vusfhw5_eoA/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180980536972599634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aKWS524VI/AAAAAAAACxI/Vusfhw5_eoA/s400/DSC03319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy having 2 bottles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180979574899925202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJeS524NI/AAAAAAAACwI/egNwQVoY0VA/s400/DSC03322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJeS524MI/AAAAAAAACwA/VGrt25ZAIG0/s1600-h/DSC03318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180979574899925186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJeS524MI/AAAAAAAACwA/VGrt25ZAIG0/s400/DSC03318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND THEN, WE HOPPED TO DBL O AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJey524OI/AAAAAAAACwQ/GGZwaLlYd8c/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180979583489859810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJey524OI/AAAAAAAACwQ/GGZwaLlYd8c/s400/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJfC524PI/AAAAAAAACwY/5_jLPoiAoIk/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180979587784827122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJfC524PI/AAAAAAAACwY/5_jLPoiAoIk/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as usual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJfS524QI/AAAAAAAACwg/I1mqwdox0xM/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180979592079794434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aJfS524QI/AAAAAAAACwg/I1mqwdox0xM/s400/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We zouked too, went all crazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aIUi524JI/AAAAAAAACvo/c0tdXfuQk9E/s1600-h/Image033+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180978307884572818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aIUi524JI/AAAAAAAACvo/c0tdXfuQk9E/s400/Image033+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with flaming Lamborgini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aIVC524KI/AAAAAAAACvw/fa-Q8j5FzSU/s1600-h/Image034+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180978316474507426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aIVC524KI/AAAAAAAACvw/fa-Q8j5FzSU/s400/Image034+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aIVS524LI/AAAAAAAACv4/mP8Mmgcm1uI/s1600-h/Image035+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180978320769474738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aIVS524LI/AAAAAAAACv4/mP8Mmgcm1uI/s400/Image035+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically, it was many zouks, and DBL O! I am a resident of DBL O lah! Even the bouncer recognises me. "Eh, I see you every week!" Even certain people who I always seem to meet. CRAP. Basically, its because DBL O is cheap! The drinks are only $3 for shots and glasses, $12 per jug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, whenever I go with my gfs, the ratio to girls and guys are like sperms and eggs. it's like millions of sperms to one egg. So, me and my gfs will start kissing each other on the dancefloors and all the sperms will just stare and back off! It's like SO FUNNY! And whenever we aren't high enough to kiss one another, we will go screaming and shouting (You wouldnt want to know what we said.) and they will just back off. HAHA. Luckily, most of the times, there's Daniel and Small Bully there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT FORGETTING SITI'S TRADITION OF CAKE GIVING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now, life has been busy for me. Giving tuitions, Working with MC.models, FYP research, Silver Ribbon. I'm going on fine. I am going along fine but why?! Why do some things just can't seem to get out of my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I somehow wish that &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; didn't leave. Cos' if &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; didn't, no one, no sperms will be on my back now. I will be leading a peaceful life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-8346233125294226634?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8346233125294226634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8346233125294226634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8346233125294226634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8346233125294226634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/forging-strength-from-weakness.html' title='Forging strength from weakness'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R-aMIS524gI/AAAAAAAACyg/QmZ071LmrfA/s72-c/DSC03155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-2117334755042840888</id><published>2008-03-11T05:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T05:02:08.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARS</title><content type='html'>Logging into this space feels so foreign right now, though I only haven't been here in this space since 4th of March. Since March started, it feels that time has passed VERY slowly. Though it's only been more than 2 weeks, that day seems like it's last year. I have so many drafts un-posted, unfinished since 1st March. And I do not dare to peep in those entries cos' I do not want to fall back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I am getting better as days pass. Somehow, it doesn't pain as much as before. Somehow, certain things doesn't matter anymore. Somehow, I do not cry every single time I walk down a memory lane. Somehow, I have already stop crying every night. Somehow, I do not have any expectations anymore. Somehow, looking at couples being so in love doesn't make me cry anymore like how I used to. I do not get weird glances when I walk along streets or sit in the bus anymore, For now, I just think back, and I smile because it happen though I am feeling so bitter and sour inside. However, I am not sure whether I am really feeling this way or I am just suppressing everything inside again. I hope it isn't the latter because I do not want to fall back to ground zero again. I do not want to. Cos' if I do, I will be letting down those people who have been there through this sucky and bitter stage with me. FUCK. Typing this is like turning on the tap. It sucks. I went through so much struggles, so much determination, just for me to get to where I am. I do not want a relapse like how I always did, that's when I realised that I fall back down though I try so hard to be and stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim went out with me on Monday (Yesterday), she smsed me this after we part, "You coped really well today! Keep it up gal! :) You will definitely get pass this sucky stage la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Kim, though we had a huge cold war over certain issues, I am glad you are there when I really needed strength. I really appreciate you! Though you may have your PMS, (Come on! Every woman does!) I still love you. You seem to understand, yes, speaking from exactly 10 years of friendship! Thanks for everything! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti, sorry to make you cry as well and having your mum suspect that you broke up with some secret boyfriend. Thank you for coming down when I needed you. Thank you for all your encouragement. Thank you for being so understanding. Thank you for the sleepless nights with me as well. Sorry for those stupid thoughts and not loving myself. Thank you for knocking some sense into me. I wondered where would I be if I've not met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene, just seeing you once knocked much sense into me. You've been through it all. I can do it as well. I love you bitch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavia and Small Bully, thank you so much for being there! REALLY! Thank you for those breaking down sessions, puking, drinking and fagging sessions! Though it's not healthy like we all know, those have ended and I managed to run away somehow, from the pain every single night and I came back stronger, fall back down, pick myself up again, and you guys have always been there. Thank you so much. Small Bully, thank you so much for placing me back on path and on track. It means a lot having to get back life, thank you for being so harsh on me, thank you for giving me that hard (as a rock) reality check, of course, thank you for your encouragement and your countless worries for me. I promised I won't say or do anything like what I said and did last Saturday anymore. I will love myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1st time I ever feel this way and I am feeling damn god helpless. But I am fine now, for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I have a biggest worry in which I feel so helpless because I feel that I fail. Maybe if you wanna drift away from me, it's OKIE. Though I am dealing with a huge obstacle myself, I still worry for you. It just shows your maturity level. You claim that you do know what you are doing, how you feel etc. But don't you get it?! It's too fast. After all the crap you promised me that night, has it gone down the drain? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do not be the 2nd one, the 2nd person who breaks promises. DO NOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cos' what you are doing now is making me lose faith in promises. Do not make me not believe in promises. I have your interests at heart. If that's what you want, for me to fuck off of your life, TELL ME STRAIGHT! DO NOT ASK SOMEONE TO PASS THE BLOODY MESSAGE TO ME. Yes, I am pissed with you, I am terribly upset and disappointed with you. It's not only me, but someone else. Is that person so damn important to you? More important than me?! A person who barely knows you for 2 weeks and someone who knows you for 6 years? You insist, you make me feel like a fool. I am too angry with you right now get it? I am terribly upset with you. If that's what you want, since you are so freaking stubborn, as if I will do you harm, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL LEAVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND I MEAN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in life mate! All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'll take my leave. I wish to go away. I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-2117334755042840888?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2117334755042840888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=2117334755042840888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2117334755042840888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2117334755042840888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/scars.html' title='SCARS'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1690577193540364288</id><published>2008-03-03T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:01:40.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>I guess, I'm pretty quite alright after last night. I guess I am feeling better now. I thank you for those screamings, shoutings and heartless treatment. I do not know whether I am starting to hate you. Maybe I am. Yes, I think I am doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will cry hard again. Maybe I will. And I think I am starting to again. But for this time, it would be for a different reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the bad times that you always remember. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1690577193540364288?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1690577193540364288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1690577193540364288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1690577193540364288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1690577193540364288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6579997738363931761</id><published>2008-02-27T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:14:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.O-ed</title><content type='html'>I am over the bimbotic bitch issue right now. I just K.O-ed her on her face. Too much Johnny Walker and insufficient sleep is bad for health. Slept (Napped I think...) only for less an hour last night and went to suntec early in the morning. I had a hangover this morning. I feel like I'm floating now. CRAP! I have another 2 extra piercings! Stupid Vivian lah! But whatever lah! I am super happy! I got my right ear-top piercing. (I have no idea how to explain to you considering the fact that I am super sleepy...) So, I have 2 on my left, and 4 on my right. Leng Leng saw my top ear piercing and she immediately scream, "You better take it out now! Remove it!". But i was thinking, "Hell no! For all the pain I'm going through looking after the fresh piercing! No way! After all, I've been longing for this piercing for a long time. You only live once. Furthermore, it's not as if I will not remove them if I have a kid. AND... that's a LONG WAY to go. Who knows I am not going to get married. So, I will enjoy while I can" and it's still not out. I can't imagine what will happen if I have a tattoo! All hell will break lose and most probably, I won't have a place to stay in anymore. Okie, I sound like a typical problematic teenager now! No I am not! It's just the floating sensation kicking in. This is what happens when you are freaking troubled, and when you are running away from certain things I guess. You do things to make yourself happy because you feel no one cares anymore. But hell, I am used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my anixety attack again. Much thanks to Vivian, so cute lah she! Keep massaging my fingers and hands. Maybe that's another factor why I am tired and I feel like I'm floating. I still have to tutor tomorrow. Whatever it is, I am just here blogging, typing crap to let you know that I am still kicking and alive. I will be gone for a while till my new blog skin is ready! And I think I am K.O-ed now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6579997738363931761?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6579997738363931761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6579997738363931761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6579997738363931761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6579997738363931761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/ko.html' title='K.O-ed'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-2154149041217879880</id><published>2008-02-24T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:23:35.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, Bimbotic models!</title><content type='html'>Everyone says that the modelling industry is a very bitchy one. &lt;strong&gt;Indeed it is.&lt;/strong&gt; Basicially, there are 2 different types of models. One is when they try too hard to imitate the ANTM's potential bitches, they open their mouths and blabber non-stop without thinking and think that they are some kind of big shots. The other type are the ones that act dumb and play smart. I am proud to say that I am the latter. There's something I would like everyone to learn, especially if you are in the modelling industry. &lt;strong&gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/strong&gt;, when you are a free lance model and you are new in the industry. I always advice my close friends who are in this industry (it's not about me being a big shot and giving my advices here and there but since I consider them as a friend, I think that they should learn how to protect themselves!)that being a model is very simple. When you are called for casting, just go, and if you are selected, do your best job and fuck off. You do not need to give yourself extra trouble by bitching about other models. Indeed, the industry is all about competition, the best one gets the most jobs, earn the most money, but when you bitch about people when no one actually did offend you, there goes your reputation. Come on, don't be dumb, are you living in some other planet besides earth that you do not know the difference between Singapore and other countries?! Singapore is damn god small. As what the late Suharto said (along the line), "Singapore is just a small dot on the map." How can it bloody hell be compared to a big country like yours?! CHINA. You can fly anywhere you want even if you are a model with a bad reputation. If you are in America, you can always fly to Boston to start anew! Where do you think you can go in Singapore?! You can fly from Pasir Ris to Jurong?! And from Jurong you wanna fly to Orchard?! Furthermore, no one offended you! Not to say America, or even China, your booker can always send an email with a picture of yours to other modelling agencies, and blacklist you, not to mention a small country like Singapore. I guess you are trying &lt;strong&gt;TOO HARD&lt;/strong&gt; to outshine the rest?! Do you need to go to the extent of wearing a mask in front of me and your agent?! It only reflects upon &lt;strong&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE ELSE.&lt;/strong&gt; You are not in any position to comment whether my make up is thick, my photos are not nice etc. If you got the balls, oops, sorry, you've got no balls, maybe if you got the boobs, you can bloody hell bitch about me right in my face. Why not just admit that you are jealous and envious of me?! I know I produce presentable photoshoots in which no one has disagree that I look ugly so far. AND, as a matter of another fact, you even praise me of my good photoshoots. Furthermore, as a matter of another, another fact, I've received positive comments about my recent photoshoot, NONE NEGATIVE AT ALL. I know you are envious of me because I brought down friends whom I think have the potential to be models as well, and as a matter of fact, the &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; person&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; WHOM YOU THINK CAN MAKE IT AS A MODEL IS A TRANSEXUAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wouldn't be surprised that you have 2 balls hanging down there, in which, you dare not bitch about me right in front of my face, because as a booker, you failed in your very 1ST attempt in scouting models. Why do you even want to argue that you are freaking taller than me?! It doesn't makes sense isn't it?! You are 1.73m, I am 1.75m. Do you even have a problem with mathematics? Do you even have a problem telling which number is larger in which who is taller?! What does 2cm even matters to you when you have a height in doing a runway show, just like me? Eh, you know what bitch?! So what if my damn make up is thick!? Your make up isn't that good as well, Who are you to comment about me when those people who are casting me do not make any comments about it!? Who are you to comment when some of the professional make up artists who graduated cosmoprof whom I met actually did praise me and I do not receive any negative comments from them? Who are you to comment when your head so freaking big in which I do not think that you can squeeze it into a prositute's vagina!? You can give it a shot you know? Because my make up is thick, &lt;strong&gt;I CAN TONE IT DOWN. YOUR HEAD IS BIG, YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I know, I empathise with you okie!? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow models or free lances, Singapore is a very small country, thus, it's modelling industy is SMALL as well. In some way or so, everyone that you meet is inter-linked. You do not bad mouth ANYONE because if you do, your reputation is at stake. You do not need to carry your agent's balls, sleep with anyone just to be a model. People will notice you if you have the potential. And if you really do have a passion in this industry, you should do what is best for you. Do not offend anyone, because if you do, life will be difficult for you in the future. Trust me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-2154149041217879880?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2154149041217879880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=2154149041217879880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2154149041217879880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2154149041217879880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-bimbotic-models.html' title='Stupid, Bimbotic models!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5041141102264559489</id><published>2008-02-21T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:45:55.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone fed me a grumpy pill.</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck and I'm in my room alone, no lights with the sounds Madonna's La Isla Bonita and Enrique's Bailamo. So many things have been happening around me. Even though time seem to pass by fast, I think life for me either stop or it's travelling in a motion and I can't move on somehow. For no rhyme or reason, I have been feeling extremely grumpy lately. I guess I know the reason why. I guess I am really tired and drained from running away and for now, I am shutting up. I rather keep everything myself, shutting down in my own world. For the ever first time in my life, I am feeling so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all those good and bad friends I have, who have been listening to my cries, whines and paranoid worries. Vincent, Vivian and Cherie, you three are one of the best things that happen in my tertiary life so far, all the laughters and cries, I'm glad we were all there for each other. Siti, it's been years! Through our ups and downs, it's crazy, but I am glad you have been always there, till today. You are one of the best things that happen in my life, not so far, but I just know forever, as long as I live. Cause I am starting to believe in friends being forever. Thanks for being there and being my support of strength. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for bad friends, I do not have a whole list. But just one. A bad friend is one that acts like one cares and be there for you but one day, you just realise that, that friend smirks at you when you are at the lowest point of your life. Suddenly, you realise that you have been a joke and you can't tolerate it. I do not need the whole world to be with me, but all I need is just one special friend there. So, losing you isn't a pinch to me, cos' HEY! I've got a bunch of close ones with me. Right now, you do not mean anything to me, but I just feel mad about you making MY LIFE sound like a joke to you. I do not need to brag about things that are not true. I am not like you. I really suggest that you do some soul searching before pointing your fingers because you were once like that wasn't you? Maybe, you are still like that now. There are certain things I am proud of in my life. I do not need to convince you that it happened or it's happening. I am grateful to you in some way, but I am sorry, I will take my leave before you do. Cos' I do not want things to go on anymore. Call me petty, blah blah blah, indeed I am, I admit it cos I choose withdraw away when I can't tolerate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I am feeling very serene but I know there's a huge storm inside. I need some self reflections, especially since 1st of Jan 2007 started. I need to step back, I need to observe, I need to think. I need to find myself. Maybe I did for the past few weeks. I've learnt, I've grown. Somehow, I feel that I am not ready for him. Somehow, I feel like being this way. No, I don't, after typing that previous sentence, it felt like someone just punched me on my face saying that I'm faking it. I have no idea. It's neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, whatever it is, I will hide in my shell for the time being. I guess I am feeling this cos' I neglected. Can someone give me the be-loved-or-pampered pill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-5041141102264559489?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5041141102264559489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5041141102264559489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5041141102264559489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5041141102264559489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/someone-fed-me-grumpy-pill.html' title='Someone fed me a grumpy pill.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-881780773610645627</id><published>2008-02-20T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:22:11.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bag of laughters</title><content type='html'>If you are pissed and down right now, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you searching for "Ms Swan" in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it's an addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-881780773610645627?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/881780773610645627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=881780773610645627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/881780773610645627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/881780773610645627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/bag-of-laughters.html' title='A bag of laughters'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-2267328433688154786</id><published>2008-02-19T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:30:38.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Post</title><content type='html'>I reckon that this post is gonna be quite long. I just painted another layer of top coat for my beautiful nails I did 3 days ago. I got to like really take care of them because I wouldn't want to re-paint it AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had Chinese New Year reunion dinner at home this year. My family had like steamboat. Check out the abalone(s)!!! Leng Leng opened like 2 cans! And I swear not to take abalone for the time being. It's just too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mosxQaoxI/AAAAAAAACvA/6ACLzEOXgzA/s1600-h/DSC02972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347534474257170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mosxQaoxI/AAAAAAAACvA/6ACLzEOXgzA/s400/DSC02972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I painted Cheryl's nails and I took them when she was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mothQaoyI/AAAAAAAACvI/34oJc-o9NHI/s1600-h/DSC02973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347547359159074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mothQaoyI/AAAAAAAACvI/34oJc-o9NHI/s400/DSC02973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well we were waiting for dinner, we took some pictures lah! Pardon that fugly face of mine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mouRQaozI/AAAAAAAACvQ/laT9jTrZOFY/s1600-h/DSC02978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168347560244060978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mouRQaozI/AAAAAAAACvQ/laT9jTrZOFY/s400/DSC02978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm1RQaosI/AAAAAAAACuY/qOlVLTUfnYc/s1600-h/DSC02983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345481479889602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm1RQaosI/AAAAAAAACuY/qOlVLTUfnYc/s400/DSC02983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the 1st day of new year, we went to mama's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm1xQaotI/AAAAAAAACug/6zxcRq-gows/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345490069824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm1xQaotI/AAAAAAAACug/6zxcRq-gows/s400/DSC02996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm2BQaouI/AAAAAAAACuo/_71NrrRbVMc/s1600-h/DSC02999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345494364791522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm2BQaouI/AAAAAAAACuo/_71NrrRbVMc/s400/DSC02999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama is getting old! She's 82 already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm2RQaovI/AAAAAAAACuw/-5rE73X_6wU/s1600-h/DSC03001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345498659758834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm2RQaovI/AAAAAAAACuw/-5rE73X_6wU/s400/DSC03001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We came back home and had a gathering at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm2xQaowI/AAAAAAAACu4/p1JN0-wh5fg/s1600-h/DSC03005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168345507249693442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mm2xQaowI/AAAAAAAACu4/p1JN0-wh5fg/s400/DSC03005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 2nd day, I went to Terence's place and then to Aunt Chris place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Uncle Steve's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlIhQaonI/AAAAAAAACtw/yW5e8ayEzkA/s1600-h/DSC03006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343613169115762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlIhQaonI/AAAAAAAACtw/yW5e8ayEzkA/s400/DSC03006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gave an excuse that I am going to die. So all my cousins had to take a picture with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlJBQaooI/AAAAAAAACt4/rEi8qFYPQvI/s1600-h/DSC03009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343621759050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlJBQaooI/AAAAAAAACt4/rEi8qFYPQvI/s400/DSC03009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hui Mei (Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlKBQaopI/AAAAAAAACuA/oqUjhjsJFQ8/s1600-h/DSC03012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343638938919570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlKBQaopI/AAAAAAAACuA/oqUjhjsJFQ8/s400/DSC03012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlKhQaoqI/AAAAAAAACuI/-lKsoeImHHg/s1600-h/DSC03013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343647528854178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlKhQaoqI/AAAAAAAACuI/-lKsoeImHHg/s400/DSC03013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wen Sheng (Jason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlLBQaorI/AAAAAAAACuQ/_h5BbtY6CtY/s1600-h/DSC03017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168343656118788786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mlLBQaorI/AAAAAAAACuQ/_h5BbtY6CtY/s400/DSC03017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherlaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkchQaoiI/AAAAAAAACtI/8zUEuEJ846E/s1600-h/DSC03020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168342857254871586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkchQaoiI/AAAAAAAACtI/8zUEuEJ846E/s400/DSC03020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkdRQaojI/AAAAAAAACtQ/6RS3Uj6WGoI/s1600-h/DSC03022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168342870139773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkdRQaojI/AAAAAAAACtQ/6RS3Uj6WGoI/s400/DSC03022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkeBQaokI/AAAAAAAACtY/M1LL1iRWfI4/s1600-h/DSC03023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168342883024675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkeBQaokI/AAAAAAAACtY/M1LL1iRWfI4/s400/DSC03023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkfBQaolI/AAAAAAAACtg/NMFGIJIsVnU/s1600-h/DSC03024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168342900204544594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkfBQaolI/AAAAAAAACtg/NMFGIJIsVnU/s400/DSC03024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, Jeremy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I went head hunting with Vivian! *wide smile* But everything was in vain. It's OKIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkfxQaomI/AAAAAAAACto/eYaar6sxEkQ/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168342913089446498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mkfxQaomI/AAAAAAAACto/eYaar6sxEkQ/s400/DSC03048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At a glance, I bet Vivian's tongue grew longer overnight. We went to some Nepalese Restaurant and I think the manager was trying to flirt with Vivian. &lt;em&gt;"I can see that you like it mixed..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjoxQaodI/AAAAAAAACsg/mNH2OEZTbWw/s1600-h/DSC03050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168341968196641234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjoxQaodI/AAAAAAAACsg/mNH2OEZTbWw/s400/DSC03050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjpxQaoeI/AAAAAAAACso/RQXOXB1n6vA/s1600-h/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168341985376510434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjpxQaoeI/AAAAAAAACso/RQXOXB1n6vA/s400/DSC03051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I look like some freaking old woman with that red lipstick. But, I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjqhQaofI/AAAAAAAACsw/BN76cPT8BvQ/s1600-h/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168341998261412338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjqhQaofI/AAAAAAAACsw/BN76cPT8BvQ/s400/DSC03052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few days later, the Full time Buttocks and the Part time Buttocks decided to meet up. Poor Cherie waited for the Full time ones for like 2 to 3 hours lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjrhQaogI/AAAAAAAACs4/K4OnKMW6ks8/s1600-h/DSC03068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168342015441281538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjrhQaogI/AAAAAAAACs4/K4OnKMW6ks8/s400/DSC03068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The male buttocks had a difficult time cos' the Full time female buttocks threw food onto his plate when they couldn't finish it. I guess he went home doing more sit ups and skipping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjsRQaohI/AAAAAAAACtA/m1DD0uCKsno/s1600-h/DSC03069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168342028326183442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjsRQaohI/AAAAAAAACtA/m1DD0uCKsno/s400/DSC03069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as a whole,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjMxQaoYI/AAAAAAAACr4/tUNeyOK1eNM/s1600-h/DSC03070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168341487160304002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjMxQaoYI/AAAAAAAACr4/tUNeyOK1eNM/s400/DSC03070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For complimentary, I got to take a picture with Rachael, Cherie's girlfriend. I found it so hard to take a picture with her because Cherie actually threatened to wallop me up. Poor me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjNxQaoZI/AAAAAAAACsA/lPZGGCOOFO0/s1600-h/DSC03075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168341504340173202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjNxQaoZI/AAAAAAAACsA/lPZGGCOOFO0/s400/DSC03075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the 15th of Feb, the Full Time buttocks went to give out flyers at Suntec City. It was a hell of experience because we got chased wherever you go. It's just like &lt;em&gt;Just Follow Law.&lt;/em&gt; You need to seek for approval from different management and it takes 3 working days! How irritating is that!But the Japanese Boys made it up for it! They were so funny! Here's the story: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivian and I were giving out flyers at the entrance of Food Republic at Suntec City Convention Centre when a group of Japanese guys(some with their eyebrows shaven, yaku.. something...) walked passed. They look so ignorant but I still gave them the flyers. A few mins later, they walked pass me, and they SURROUNDED me! And they said, "more-to, more-to..." showing sign gestures to have more of the food coupons! I then gave them the entire pile in my hand and they went off. And they started and kept saying, "beautiful..... thank you..... bye." And they couldn't stop waving bye as if they hand was controlled by someone else. Adrian then passed me another pile, so, I ran towards the group of Japanese guys and I passed it to them AGAIN! haha. And they were so amused and happy lah! Weirdos! They need so many food coupons for what?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever lah! I managed to clear the coupons anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjOhQaoaI/AAAAAAAACsI/HgKFDnlE8dg/s1600-h/DSC03076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168341517225075106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjOhQaoaI/AAAAAAAACsI/HgKFDnlE8dg/s400/DSC03076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjPBQaobI/AAAAAAAACsQ/QSWek_6wkRw/s1600-h/DSC03077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168341525815009714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjPBQaobI/AAAAAAAACsQ/QSWek_6wkRw/s400/DSC03077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shirt that makes me sleep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjPhQaocI/AAAAAAAACsY/w1Bk7iG4SOw/s1600-h/DSC03079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168341534404944322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mjPhQaocI/AAAAAAAACsY/w1Bk7iG4SOw/s400/DSC03079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so hungry! I might wanna order macs in which I didn't last night! Maybe order macs and watch some stupid drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Singapore Airshow tmr! and on Sunday! And yes! Terence will be free after 24th! COUNTDOWN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-2267328433688154786?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2267328433688154786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=2267328433688154786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2267328433688154786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2267328433688154786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-post.html' title='The Long Post'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7mosxQaoxI/AAAAAAAACvA/6ACLzEOXgzA/s72-c/DSC02972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1059189957962773511</id><published>2008-02-19T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:25:31.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Clara makes a not happy one</title><content type='html'>AIYA! I wanted to blog and all. Uploaded pictures already somemore! DARN! But I am extremely hungry too blog that extremely long post. Furthermore, I want food! I think I wanna eat macs. Feel like ordering leh! But I scared Ah Pa come back later. ARGHS! I am currently addicted to that smelly Singapore Airshow T-Shirt and the song, Merry Christmas Mr Lawrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I WANNA ORDER MAC. NNNNNNOOOOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOULD I?!&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/18265484-1059189957962773511?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1059189957962773511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1059189957962773511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1059189957962773511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1059189957962773511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/hungry-clara-makes-not-happy-one.html' title='Hungry Clara makes a not happy one'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5807911765500989501</id><published>2008-02-14T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:10:37.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1998, 2002, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm tired from all that crying. What a day! Furthermore, it's Valentine's Day. I know, I won't have people giving me flowers.(It's been a long time since I receive flowers lah! I saw all the guys carrying flowers in the train when I was on the way home yesterday! SO PRETTY!!!) Freaking lonely lah! Vivian! Vincent! Cherie! Aiya, forget about Cherie! Cherie celebrating with girlfriend! I wanna watch movie lah! Aiya. whatever, that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the wake today, seeing Uncle Nghee off his last journey. I tried to fight it all back and tell myself that I am strong, though I am not close with him, but the memories are just too distinct. Making his own bird cages, looking at his diving collection, both of us feeding his birds, fixing up planes etc. Though he chose the wrong path in life, I know he is a good person inside- Everyone is. He loves children. Thinking what mama said beside coffin, still makes me wanna tear, she said this in Teochew, "Ah Nghee ar, you &lt;em&gt;go up there&lt;/em&gt;, must be a good person, cannot be a bad person anymore, remember must be a good person, must protect all your silbings and me, this family..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, He's gone already and we shall all move on with our life. Anyway, I found out that his cause of death is &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulmonaryfibrosis.org/ipf.htm"&gt;Lidopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Some lung thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I am gonna catch some sleep. I am extremely tired.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166745172370432370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7P3XBQaoXI/AAAAAAAACrw/8hdobRvXxc0/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-5807911765500989501?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5807911765500989501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5807911765500989501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5807911765500989501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5807911765500989501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/1998-2002-2008.html' title='1998, 2002, 2008'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R7P3XBQaoXI/AAAAAAAACrw/8hdobRvXxc0/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4074504584095715907</id><published>2008-02-12T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:38:38.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's gone</title><content type='html'>His entire body was yellow and filled with dark pigmentations. His head was tilted up, eyes were closed. His heartbeat stopped. Doctors and nurses fled into the room and they tried to revive him. Fortunately, he survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 hours later, her phone rang. It was the doctor. It doesn't sound good. He was pronounced dead minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding 15 years back, those memories seem to be so distinct. Having him, guiding my hand with tweezers, picking up live worms, feeding those worms to the birds that he kept. That's the only memory I will keep of him. Nothing more, nothing less. I do not care if everyone have a bad memory of him. So what if he is a bad person? That is the one and only impression I will have of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, he's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4074504584095715907?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4074504584095715907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4074504584095715907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4074504584095715907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4074504584095715907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/hes-gone.html' title='He&apos;s gone'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1469995362323825219</id><published>2008-02-10T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:04:26.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I surrender.</title><content type='html'>I hate it whenever my cell phone vibrates and I realise it's not you and that's when I get sprinkles of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For that same damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by Toh Guan Road brings back memories, it aches badly. Having to watch 2 shadows walking happily hand in hand. I tried fighting back those tears, but I can't. Then again, A is at the back of my mind. That excitement, the all time anticipation, finally arrived. Next week, I hope, really hope that I will get to see A for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'll move on, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1469995362323825219?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1469995362323825219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1469995362323825219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1469995362323825219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1469995362323825219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-i-surrender.html' title='Finally, I surrender.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6301991399108946825</id><published>2008-02-09T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:41:41.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD FEELINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I am so bored. I went for my CNY visiting last night and I managed to hear SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know I made history after I graduate! My news was spreaded like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WILDFIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the&lt;strong&gt; STAFF ROOM!&lt;/strong&gt; Just because I broke up with someone! It's so fun and it got me so CURIOUS!!! So, I asked and knew the whole story. I was shocked and I didn't know that the relationship was that &lt;strong&gt;HIGH PROFILE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! I know I sound so bimbotic with the... "WHAO!" But it not that good lah! No wonder! No wonder &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; happen when I went to pick up my O level Certificate! HAHA. Well, WHATEVER! IT'S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am catching up with an old friend right now and I must say, I am so happy! Cos' talking to this friend is just like having an ego booster! (Instead of being labelled &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; all the time!) Maybe it's because we can connect. That's why we know each other inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;den i shall say.. meet my bimbo fren.. but shes smart,&lt;br /&gt;mess arnd wit her and she bite u to death. i always find u mysterious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I am unpredictable! And Ms Siti always says that I am unpredictable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti, I badly need some ego boosting too yea?! Remember to boost my ego when we talk in whatever way ya! Remember what you said, "It's okie for a woman to brag a little!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss myself being that strong girl. Sasha told me this before, &lt;em&gt;"Psychologically speaking, you got to think with your brain, &lt;strong&gt;NOT YOUR HEART&lt;/strong&gt;. Cos' your brain is the one that always been making the logical decisions and thinkings." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to use MY BRAIN TO THINK, NOT ALLOWING MY HEART TO MELT AND DO THE THINKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Valentine's Day? HAHA. It's nearing. I told every person I do not celebrate it cos I believe that everyday is valentine's day. I realised that I've been faking it! I NEVER celebrated it! SO, THIS YEAR, I WANNA CELEBRATE VALENTINE'S DAY! So, I am free this Valentine's Day! Anyone can date me out! I shall see lah, who is it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Since, it has been declared officially that no one cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love hurts: Narareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, love scars,&lt;br /&gt;Love wounds, and marks,&lt;br /&gt;Any heart, not tough,&lt;br /&gt;Or strong, enough&lt;br /&gt;To take a lot of pain,&lt;br /&gt;Take a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Holds a lot of rain&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im young, I know,&lt;br /&gt;But even so&lt;br /&gt;I know a thing, or two&lt;br /&gt;I learned, from you&lt;br /&gt;I really learned a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Really learned a lot&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a flame&lt;br /&gt;It burns you when its hot&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fools think of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Blissfulness, togetherness&lt;br /&gt;Some fools fool themselves I guess&lt;br /&gt;They're not foolin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it isnt true,&lt;br /&gt;I know it isnt true&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a lie,&lt;br /&gt;Made to make you blue&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, ooh,ooh love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,ooh love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it isnt true,&lt;br /&gt;I know it isnt true&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a lie,&lt;br /&gt;Made to make you blue&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6301991399108946825?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6301991399108946825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6301991399108946825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6301991399108946825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6301991399108946825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-feelings.html' title='OLD FEELINGS'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6054030944044832973</id><published>2008-02-06T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:07:33.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill those grumpy spells lah!</title><content type='html'>Ms Siti found it hard to believe that I am an Introvert. So she told me a more accurate test would be Carl Jung's Personality test. TRUE ENOUGH, the results differ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extroverted (E) 59.46% Introverted (I) 40.54%&lt;br /&gt;Sensing (S) 54.29% Intuitive (N) 45.71%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking (T) 53.85% Feeling (F) 46.15%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perceiving (P) 62.86% Judging (J) 37.14%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!--59.46 54.29 53.85 62.86--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored stiff... I haven't seen Terence for days. And that boy, to compensate that, he blew me off really badly last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOT ALLOW MY PRIDE TO SPILL OVER THE FLOOR ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Siti said that I am weird. Cos' it seems like I become a grumpy dwarf every CNY's eve. Chest pains again. Seems like an annual thing. Shit. It been 2 days. Till now, I am feeling freaking grouchy, grumpy, pissed, upset etc. CNY doesnt excites me. (Just like last year!) FUCK! I know why I am feeling like that. I know. But I shall not make it known. What for? As if he cares. So what if I understand? I have my limits too. It's too much for me to take. But so what?! As if he cares about my feelings, me. As if. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What will happen if I lead myself astray?! Will he change and be there for me?! As if... Okie. WHATEVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;BYELAHBYELAHBYELAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6054030944044832973?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6054030944044832973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6054030944044832973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6054030944044832973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6054030944044832973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/kill-those-grumpy-spells-lah.html' title='Kill those grumpy spells lah!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7995638120530421010</id><published>2008-02-03T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:48:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM POST</title><content type='html'>For now, Clara is feeling really grouchy. So many things but so little time, it doesn't make a difference lah! I always have poor time management. Thinking about FYP meetings sulks me. My 1st FYP meeting would be tomorrow. Moreover, I can't believe that my 2nd year just ended and I am proceeding into my 3rd year! And soon, after a year, I will graduate with a diploma and I will be working. It's scary, looking at how fast time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, My Baby Kahlen crashed for the first time!!! Her harddisk and DVD drive crashed and they need replacement. HP is waiting for the parts to arrive. Most probably she will be back home after CNY. And for now, I am struggling with my old boy with a missing 's' on the keyboard. Thank god I can still type the letter 's' if not if would be like so weird! Imagine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" For now, Clara is feeling really grouchy. o many thing but o little time, it doen't make a difference lah! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look like english does it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, speaking about Chinese New Year, my mummy and I just cleared all the pineapple tarts! We calculated and estimated that we made about 1ooo pieces of pineapple tarts. God! I can't imagine it! As for this year, my own family will be having our own reunion at home on new year's eve. A change after my grandma passed away in 2002. So now, everyone's coming on the 1st day of new year. Mummy invited only family members and close people for dinner. ( I hope Terence will be here! *cross fingers* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides CNY, I guess, Vivian and I are having this thing called maternal instincts! We would see babies and we all go gaga. And Vincent would be there like, "Reminds me of... hmmm... Vaal..." HAHA! And we will probe into his thoughts and disturb him further! But like seriously, the babies are sooooooo CUTE! Maybe it's because of their innocence that's a stress reliever. But some kids are not cute. In hokkien, there is this phrase, "Bo nang yan" It's like the baby face is like not presentable, there's a sign, "Please hit my face" kinda face. Okie, I do not know what I am talking about. But whatever it is, I am ranting about god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about a new found bitch named Sasha. I met her during the H.O.A fashion show and I only came to know about her being my secondary school senior only after a few times of chilling out. She's a critic, a 10 times bitcher bitch than me. I SWEAR! Vivian can prove it! But we both like her cos she is FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ISTP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/istp.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Mechanic&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and collected, even in the most difficult of situations.A person of action and self-direction, you love being independent.To outsiders you seem impulsive, surprising, and unpredictable.You are good at understanding how all things work, except for people.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to be very easy going and flexible.The only thing you can't stand for is someone trying to change you or your life.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you can stay completely calm under pressure. You handle stress well.You would make an excellent pilot, forensic pathologist, or athlete.&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Logical, flexible, and unconventional&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Indecisive, flippant, and disrespctful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am waiting for jobs to come in! COME TO ME QUICK COS I AM BORED STIFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you find it a waste of time reading this post cos' it's REALLY RANDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-7995638120530421010?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7995638120530421010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7995638120530421010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7995638120530421010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7995638120530421010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-post.html' title='RANDOM POST'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1268494099858816959</id><published>2008-01-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:04:28.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOATING</title><content type='html'>I haven't been better for the past few days. Fever, Throat problems, BLOATED STOMACH WITH A LOT OF WIND INSIDE, Vomitting, PLUS, diarrhea!!! SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leng Leng was looking at me last night, and she said, "You look very pale again lah. I don't want you to go fainting again, like the other 2 times. I'll boil the&lt;em&gt; pao sim&lt;/em&gt;( ginseng tea), and you must drink it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghs! I feel like ranting that's why I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a psychological problem lately, with having Terence getting all busy in his Singapore Airshow Office, and he stay up till like 11PM or 12AM almost every other day( FYI: He is still in the office!) I have this wild imagination that all girls or women have: Thinking too much. Well, my latest psychological problem is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Terence having an affair in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been a very very, extremely good girl. He can just do his work without me disturbing him. (Besides the past few days when I was sick) Terence and I used to stick to each other like SUPERGLUE. And I could not withstand the distance between us so I whine, and cry and threaten to kill myself! And I did kill myself. And probably, it's my soul that's typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a ghost myself, I wandered around, staying by Terence's side. I have been observing his movements today, and indeed! &lt;strong&gt;HE HAD AN AFFAIR EVEN BEFORE I DIED!&lt;/strong&gt; He and his superior were having fun in the office. And his freaking superior, Jane was laughing her heads off with Terence calling me names like &lt;em&gt;stupid and irritating slut, thick- skinned bitch. &lt;/em&gt;I could not accept that heartless creature(Terence) actually laughed and agreed with her after so much I had done for him. ( I waited for him to reach home though I am sick, and he did not appreciate it at all! ) AND, he even called me a fool for being stupid enough to believe that he didn't have an affair outside. ARGHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so angry that I decided to pull Jane's hair out from her scalp at &lt;strong&gt;ONE SHOT&lt;/strong&gt;, fill her face with more acne, make her shrink even more, flatten that chest of hers and make her grow a dick! That's to ensure that Terence would not get turned on by her no matter how much she seduced him. Cos' I know that my loverboy hate woman with dicks (He even had experiences with those shims!). After doing that, I will go into her dreams and haunt her. I will flaunt off my beautiful, long, smooth and shiny hair (which I just got it done today at Loreal HQ), the sexy red dress that Terence bought for me (Cos' she do not have one. And that's because she can't wear dresses!), my boobs because I have 2 and she don't cos' I flattened her chest! HAHAHA! AND, show her that I do not have a dick like she does. I bet she will feel very depressed and she will apologised for being hostile when I am with Terence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will start off by saying, " I am sorry for ignoring you and showing that I am some kind of big fuck when u fetch Terence off work. Actually, I was jealous that he is together with you and not me. I chose him to work here because I had a crush on him the day he came for the interview! I am sorry.... " and she continued, " ... whenever I see you with Terence, I just cannot take it. I really like him. I am sorry for being such a sourpuss back then, but now, I am a sourdick... I had to hide my emotions of being so sour by being very strict with Terence infront of you. My motive was to pile up his work so that he cannot meet you and he will stay as long as I want him to be in the office with me. When I heard you bringing homecooked food for his lunch, I got even mad and decided to treat him extremely nice when it's got to do with his FYP and treating him meals. I wanted to be better than you! I AM SO SORRY! GIVE ME BACK MY BOOBS, PUSSY, AND MY HAIR!!!! I promise I won't pester him again!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her sorry state, made me so HAPPY that I returned back to earth as a human again, with flesh and blood. Killed Terence for being unfaithful and left Jane in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am a human again, I am forcing my eyes to open wide in front the television, having DINNER that Leng Leng brought back, and waiting for Terence to knock off! And not forgetting, I AM PMS-ING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1268494099858816959?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1268494099858816959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1268494099858816959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1268494099858816959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1268494099858816959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/floating.html' title='FLOATING'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3654034709367431984</id><published>2008-01-25T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:55:08.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Year, Lucie SIlvas</title><content type='html'>Seasons change and there they go&lt;br /&gt;It's not over, give me hope&lt;br /&gt;It don't seem like it was before&lt;br /&gt;It's time I told you that I need more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the wine is not sweet enough&lt;br /&gt;And there's no flavor to your vintage love&lt;br /&gt;You don't give me the words I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to stay baby make it clear&lt;br /&gt;You're not showing me love like you did last year&lt;br /&gt;Like you did last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase the moon across my sky&lt;br /&gt;Save the picture of you and I&lt;br /&gt;Lovers race, was won too soon&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you've given up and running out&lt;br /&gt;And I won't wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars ain't shining bright enough&lt;br /&gt;And venus doesn't seem to favor us&lt;br /&gt;You don't give me the words I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to stay baby make it clear&lt;br /&gt;You're not showing me love like you did last year&lt;br /&gt;Like you did last year&lt;br /&gt;Just come here and we'll talk all about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's much too precious to lose so easily&lt;br /&gt;Just go back to where we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Give me the words I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to stay baby make it clear&lt;br /&gt;You're not showing me love like you did last year&lt;br /&gt;Like you did last year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3654034709367431984?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3654034709367431984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3654034709367431984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3654034709367431984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3654034709367431984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-year-lucie-silvas.html' title='Last Year, Lucie SIlvas'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-518572995005561788</id><published>2008-01-25T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:40:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and Army</title><content type='html'>Time flies! Boyfriend is being posted to Commando Unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though mum said it's good. But he have to serve for 2 years straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to serve 1 year and 8 months only!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-518572995005561788?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/518572995005561788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=518572995005561788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/518572995005561788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/518572995005561788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/guys-and-army.html' title='Guys and Army'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1487229781400072302</id><published>2008-01-22T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:13:54.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008, so far,</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my archives and I realised that I only have like 2 posts for January. This is so depressing! Well, January has been quite a ride for me. So many things happen. Terence gave me my present on New Year's day! HAHA. Sadly, I did not give him anything except for a card that I need all by myself. That boy didn't mind cos' no one made a card for him. So, it's good nothing. (I won't show the present! (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8ADhrhMI/AAAAAAAACqI/53hfBhn3THE/s1600-h/DSC02821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954182378652866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8ADhrhMI/AAAAAAAACqI/53hfBhn3THE/s400/DSC02821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, after Terence got his pay, he went bonkers in Causeway Point. We always went over to the arcade to scoop up TOYS! The picture below is only 1/3 of the entire collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8AThrhNI/AAAAAAAACqQ/yZA5xxSFLEM/s1600-h/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954186673620178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8AThrhNI/AAAAAAAACqQ/yZA5xxSFLEM/s400/DSC02854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, this is what he enjoyed scooping! All the Jumbos, Bambi etc. : &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954766494205266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8iDhrhVI/AAAAAAAACrQ/BXeNZTS8jXQ/s400/DSC02969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He bought a HUGE baby tigger that's 1/3 my height! Plus the rest la. I have no idea what I am typing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954762199237954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8hzhrhUI/AAAAAAAACrI/a96vT1N0g8w/s400/DSC02967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Anyhow, we had too much sweets that we have them to small little kids in the arcade! We even give them to the customer service officer at cathay causeway point. And she was like, "wahh!!! So many sweets huh?!" Then I told her that we do not need the sweets, it's just the toy that matters. And she went like, "huh! You so lucky! I ask my boyfriend to play the games and take the toy for me, he say that I am crazy. He rather spend the money to buy the toy alone!" Well, thinking back, I used to have an ex bf who scolded me because I spent $100 on arcade games. If I were to tell my mum or even my dad, they will definitely scold me! But, looking at another view, the feeling is unexplainable. You do not feel the pinch if you get something you really like. But whatever, I am happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went for dad's 3rd uncle's daughter's wedding. Special thanks to my personal designer who survived my cries and whines! HAHA. And because of my personal designer, I look pretty that day. Everyone said I was pretty! HAHA. Well, with exception for my dress, it was a gift from Terence too. I am gonna wear it for new year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8AjhrhOI/AAAAAAAACqY/wN_z8XlwUU4/s1600-h/DSC02867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954190968587490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8AjhrhOI/AAAAAAAACqY/wN_z8XlwUU4/s400/DSC02867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8AjhrhPI/AAAAAAAACqg/2gdHp7-WNCo/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954190968587506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8AjhrhPI/AAAAAAAACqg/2gdHp7-WNCo/s400/DSC02868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, over last weekend, I had a fashion show at Suntec City. It was really fun! Here are some pictures la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8AzhrhQI/AAAAAAAACqo/YT1dLR7wtQQ/s1600-h/DSC02895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954195263554818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8AzhrhQI/AAAAAAAACqo/YT1dLR7wtQQ/s400/DSC02895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S9RDhrhWI/AAAAAAAACrY/oI5a_Ug4b8M/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157955573948056930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S9RDhrhWI/AAAAAAAACrY/oI5a_Ug4b8M/s400/DSC02905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S9RThrhXI/AAAAAAAACrg/4uZI-4yMoE4/s1600-h/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157955578243024242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S9RThrhXI/AAAAAAAACrg/4uZI-4yMoE4/s400/DSC02929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S9RjhrhYI/AAAAAAAACro/xuD2cKn9ZjM/s1600-h/DSC02936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157955582537991554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S9RjhrhYI/AAAAAAAACro/xuD2cKn9ZjM/s400/DSC02936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8hThrhRI/AAAAAAAACqw/oOFpSj8nXdE/s1600-h/DSC02956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954753609303314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8hThrhRI/AAAAAAAACqw/oOFpSj8nXdE/s400/DSC02956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8hjhrhSI/AAAAAAAACq4/aDLEyxB3-QY/s1600-h/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954757904270626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8hjhrhSI/AAAAAAAACq4/aDLEyxB3-QY/s400/DSC02963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8hzhrhTI/AAAAAAAACrA/E0OYb5vah84/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157954762199237938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8hzhrhTI/AAAAAAAACrA/E0OYb5vah84/s400/DSC02965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I just received a friendster message from Stella. She just opened her very own BLOGSHOP! For some reasons, I won't put the link up here for FREE PUBLICITY! If you are interested, just leave me a comment. And I will decide whether I wanna release the link. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1487229781400072302?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1487229781400072302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1487229781400072302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1487229781400072302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1487229781400072302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-so-far.html' title='2008, so far,'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R5S8ADhrhMI/AAAAAAAACqI/53hfBhn3THE/s72-c/DSC02821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4917044915949377289</id><published>2008-01-06T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:57:36.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara is too happy!</title><content type='html'>Alright, it's exactly 12am and I have no idea why I am happy! Terence's mum said that make up makes a girl happy and indeed! I just ordered 2 dresses online, I am stocking in my fake eyelashes! And guess what?! I found out a webbie which has ALL THE TIPS in the world, regarding your face, lips, eyes, etc. (From little tips of the application of make up all the way to skin care! ) Too bad! I am selfish and I won't tell you the link! Search for it yourself! However, I won't hesitate to answer your questions. Just email me or leave a comment! I will definitely help you out with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, here's 7 ways to eliminate DARK CIRCLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#01: Get enough sleep. Try to go to bed a little earlier than you normally would.&lt;br /&gt;#02: Cucumber slices have a soothing effect on the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;#03: Use sunscreen every day and moisturize in the night preferably using a good under eye cream.&lt;br /&gt;#04: Drink plenty of water to hydrate the skin.&lt;br /&gt;#05: Apply cold compresses. E.g, Freeze 2 metal spoons (or pebbles), and place them on your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;#06: Eat fresh fruits and vegetables. Iron deficiency can be a cause for dark circles around the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;#07: Take 2 teabags that you have already used put them in the freezer until they are cold (approximately 30 mins) then put them on your eyes. Use this tip daily and watch your dark circles fade away bring these teabags to use instead of wasting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should start out with my own beauty blog! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4917044915949377289?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4917044915949377289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4917044915949377289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4917044915949377289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4917044915949377289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/clara-is-too-happy.html' title='Clara is too happy!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1290171728276599690</id><published>2007-12-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:38:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's a pity that my new blogskin will only arrived in Febuary, NEXT YEAR! (I got 45 more mins before we all move on to 2008!) Mel, this is a BIG HINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, 2008. (My resolutions)&lt;br /&gt;1. Push my GPA up and make sure I graduate from RP.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to be thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these are the 2 most important thing. The rest, I will keep it slow. 2008 will be a very busy year for me especially in April (or maybe earlier), because I will be occupied with FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to a new year, that means, it's an anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary baby! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1290171728276599690?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1290171728276599690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1290171728276599690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1290171728276599690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1290171728276599690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3293564642277650908</id><published>2007-12-31T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:28:43.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you be my Best Friend Forever?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3etpzhrhHI/AAAAAAAACpg/98jM9OC7smI/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149775632639165554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3etpzhrhHI/AAAAAAAACpg/98jM9OC7smI/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is the new IN THING: Mrinal Sharma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: I was playing Ms Nice all the while with Ms Sharma till this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am not sure why I bump into such people every year. My 1st year was Stella. Now, the 2nd, it's Mrinal Sharma. I didn't notice her at first. On the 1st day of the semester( the day she first stepped into my class), her classmates from the previous semester came to our class to give her a warm welcome. That's when, Cherie Berrie and Jian Yong (who used to be in the same class as her in the previous sem. What luck guys! ) told the class about her. So, WHAT IS SO HOT ABOUT HER?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, according to Jian Yong and Cherie, in the previous semester, she went to some of their classmates and asked, "Will you be my best friend?!" And when that particular person said, "yes." She would add on, "Forever?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just imagine, if someone whom you barely know approaches you and just ask, "Will you be my best friend forever?!" Isn't it hilarious?! Okie, maybe you would not find it funny but FREAKY. Please la! Even primary school kids do not do that nowadays. You get to know the person first, and then, you slowly get close with the person and then if you guys really click, you guys will be spending more time together etc. And eventually, you both become best friends. But her?! NOOOOOOO....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't get to experience this personally. I didn't believe that anyone in the right state of mind would be doing this. But heck! I experienced some stuff about her that Cherie and Jian Yong spoke about. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was really okie with her. I had a neutral point of view, (even if she wears mis-matching clothes) I didn't have that kind of "Anti- Stella" saga. But after being personally attacked by her, Ms poor Claralicious MUST SAY THAT SHE IS FREAKY!!! AND SCARY. To add on, Terence always says, "Eh, your best friend." whenever she is near me or when at sight. It's irritating! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, let's start off with her clothes. She ALWAYS (without fail okie!) comes into class with a damn black scarf, and I think she must be thinking that she looks very very ccooool, sexy, hot? nono. Maybe, CLASSY! She always have weird colour combinations. There is one time that I clearly remember, she came into class with a RED SIA STEWARDESS UNIFORM! Mrinal? A chief stewardess?! PLEASE LA! Got that kind of bittergourd face. How to be one?! Can you imagine if you are a guy, and you are flying from Singapore to America with Singapore Airlines, and you just woke up (in the middle of the night) from a wet dream and you see Mrinal in front of you?! What will you do? I bet you will get turned on! HAHA. Well, I won't be so mean la okie! Maybe, she wears a scarf every single day because she wants to cover up her plastered neck. Cos' she went for surgery. And I am not kidding you! According to her, she had surgery.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Secondly, would be she and her handphones. I must say, this girl is freaking rich, she have 2 phones, which means 2 sim cards. Whether pre-paid a not, not my problem. But 2 phones leh! Rich hor! And during break outs, she will be on the phone, WITHOUT FAIL! However, according to Cherie and Jian Yong, she seem to be talking to herself! That's because she seems to be asking a question and answering her own question! That is freaking freaky. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thirdly, she has a habit of borrowing money. There's one time, her previous semester classmates came over to my class when it was just me and her. They starting teasing her and when they left the classroom, she started crying! And she started asking me, "Don't you find it irritating? They just come in and disturb and...." blah blah blah and I just went "uh huh uh huh" and I told Terence to come over to my class and save me!!! Apparently, he was too slow. Ms Sharma went on and ask me, "Do you have money with you?!" And I just said "No" though I had $20 in my wallet. And I asked her "why?" and she replied, " I want to borrow money to call my friend who is overseas." According to Cherie and Jian Yong, she never returns money that she borrows! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG! IT FEELS SO HORRIBLE BEING A NICE GIRL!!! I GOT ATTACKED BY HER!!!Maybe I should be a meanie. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have 4 more weeks with her, in the same class. You guys pray that she does something to fill up a post here. That's a round off for 2007 I guess. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3293564642277650908?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3293564642277650908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3293564642277650908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3293564642277650908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3293564642277650908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/will-you-be-my-best-friend-forever.html' title='Will you be my Best Friend Forever?!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3etpzhrhHI/AAAAAAAACpg/98jM9OC7smI/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3992458967011376421</id><published>2007-12-30T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:02:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, this blog has been lagging big time. However, I still thank the daily readers who have popping by. Hopefully, my ratings don't deteriorate. Well, before school closed 2 weeks back, my camera landed in the hands of Vincent and Vivian. They went on and snap snap snap and my camera was polluted BIG TIME! Well, I decided to pick up a few shots and placed it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aGFThrhGI/AAAAAAAACpY/4o8JXzyKJ_0/s1600-h/DSC02718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450649643746402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aGFThrhGI/AAAAAAAACpY/4o8JXzyKJ_0/s400/DSC02718.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Buttocks Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aF7ThrhCI/AAAAAAAACo4/VyL-9fm7zrw/s1600-h/DSC02720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450477845054498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aF7ThrhCI/AAAAAAAACo4/VyL-9fm7zrw/s400/DSC02720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jian Yong, Me, Vivian, Vincent and Pris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The entire kampong went to the zoo together!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aF7jhrhDI/AAAAAAAACpA/2VnZ9gO90eM/s1600-h/DSC02772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450482140021810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aF7jhrhDI/AAAAAAAACpA/2VnZ9gO90eM/s400/DSC02772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aF7zhrhEI/AAAAAAAACpI/LBHEYRAJCYo/s1600-h/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450486434989122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aF7zhrhEI/AAAAAAAACpI/LBHEYRAJCYo/s400/DSC02788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say! Terence and me had a horrible time dealing with 4 kids! Maybe if all the kids were well-behaved, we shouldn't have a problem! What whatever it is, a group of 4 kids was too much for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mel bought me a Christmas Present! Something I always wanted! A earrings' stand! DAMN COOL LA! So cute somemore! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450490729956434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aF8DhrhFI/AAAAAAAACpQ/lyQkuU9kO9I/s400/DSC02807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A celebration of 3 years of friendship! Cheers SuperSumo! :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149449971038913490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFdzhrg9I/AAAAAAAACoQ/dZLp5YjdIqM/s400/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;EdPilokee had some gathering la! For a special occasion and we surprised Ridwan. Well, I can't reveal about &lt;em&gt;that special occasion&lt;/em&gt; till it's time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A shot of a vain pot me:&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFdThrg8I/AAAAAAAACoI/cIC55XvtxRw/s1600-h/DSC02813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149449962448978882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFdThrg8I/AAAAAAAACoI/cIC55XvtxRw/s400/DSC02813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFeDhrg-I/AAAAAAAACoY/ToADnaF0nTI/s1600-h/DSC02816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149449975333880802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFeDhrg-I/AAAAAAAACoY/ToADnaF0nTI/s400/DSC02816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And PART of the team that attended the dinner. We had ours at Sakura downtown east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFeThrg_I/AAAAAAAACog/P_ObRJpOx3I/s1600-h/DSC02817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149449979628848114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFeThrg_I/AAAAAAAACog/P_ObRJpOx3I/s400/DSC02817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFeThrhAI/AAAAAAAACoo/M7AKxn3u6Q0/s1600-h/DSC02819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149449979628848130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aFeThrhAI/AAAAAAAACoo/M7AKxn3u6Q0/s400/DSC02819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And last but not least, a picture of Jian Yong's wife, Mirnal (I think it's spelled this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450473550087186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aF7DhrhBI/AAAAAAAACow/shGgq-EApB4/s400/DSC02719.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Can you be my BFF?! Story up soon! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;p.s: I have formed my FYP team and I think it's gonna be a good experience. A team consisting of 3 slackers(includes me, Jian Yong and Vincent) and a girl (Netty) who doesn't attend school often! Let's see how far we can go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3992458967011376421?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3992458967011376421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3992458967011376421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3992458967011376421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3992458967011376421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/vacation-so-far.html' title='Vacation so far.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R3aGFThrhGI/AAAAAAAACpY/4o8JXzyKJ_0/s72-c/DSC02718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6903777004454668590</id><published>2007-12-26T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:59:25.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job opening at Singapore Air Show 2008</title><content type='html'>Terence is with Singapore Airshow 2008 right now and he has a job opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment period would be from 2nd week of January all the way till the 24th of Febuary. Microsoft Excel literacy would be an advantage!&lt;br /&gt;You can check out their webbie &lt;a href="http://www.singaporeairshow.com/"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please blast Terence's email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:flyingcontrol@singaporeairshow.com.sg"&gt;flyingcontrol@singaporeairshow.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; with your subject, "Application for position at SAS 2008"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: You get free stay at the 6 star Swiss Hotel! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6903777004454668590?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6903777004454668590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6903777004454668590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6903777004454668590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6903777004454668590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/job-opening-at-singapore-air-show-2008.html' title='Job opening at Singapore Air Show 2008'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-2633236296458376358</id><published>2007-12-24T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:32:58.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the end of December</title><content type='html'>Well, we are nearing to the new year soon. I got loads to blog but it seems that the blogging bug is not back. It's Christmas Eve and I would like to wish every single one I know a MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might start blogging if I get my blogskin before the New Year. I cross my fingers! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolution coming up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-2633236296458376358?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2633236296458376358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=2633236296458376358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2633236296458376358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2633236296458376358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-end-of-december.html' title='It&apos;s the end of December'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7115495728615239344</id><published>2007-12-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:06:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow...</title><content type='html'>My PP is done. Guess, this blog is as good as dead. Warlords was good. I am under the weather. Holidays after tomorrow. Earthquarkes at home. An unbearable sad goodbye to someone that watch me grow for the past 1 and a half years. Till now, past memories come flowing back which happened exactly last year. And the rest, &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, it's in a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-7115495728615239344?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7115495728615239344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7115495728615239344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7115495728615239344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7115495728615239344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/somehow.html' title='Somehow...'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3391130400555311177</id><published>2007-12-05T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:25:32.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eveything comes undone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING: SUPER LONG POST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't been blogging for almost half a month. Maybe it is really half a month. I have been pretty busy. (it's LAZY. Being busy is an excuse) Well, for the past few weeks. There was an important and huge event that took place. (To me) It's the efforts I guess. I NEVER did anything so much for a person before. It was Terence's birthday. But before that, I had a massive shopping spree at DFS galleria. It was some private sales thingy. Well, I managed to settle Terence's birthday gift there and I got a Celine wallet for myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140426512393099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z2rYkw2dI/AAAAAAAACn4/aAb4plH3Y2k/s400/DSC02611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My mum bought an Ermenegildo Zegna belt for Terence for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z2qYkw2bI/AAAAAAAACno/dLjQobGLk1A/s1600-h/DSC02609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140426495213230514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z2qYkw2bI/AAAAAAAACno/dLjQobGLk1A/s400/DSC02609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for me, I bought a Gucci Handphone strap. (Couldn't afford much la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z2qokw2cI/AAAAAAAACnw/obw_Yncq3fc/s1600-h/DSC02610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140426499508197826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z2qokw2cI/AAAAAAAACnw/obw_Yncq3fc/s400/DSC02610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the 18th, I brought the soon-to-be birthday boy to&lt;a href="http://www.royalplaza.com.sg/"&gt; Carousel&lt;/a&gt; (Recommended by Siti), Royal Plaza on Scotts for dinner. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423664829782418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z0Fokw2ZI/AAAAAAAACnY/9napgL_CYao/s400/DSC02621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z2rokw2eI/AAAAAAAACoA/Sb6jutkBIfw/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140426516688067042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z2rokw2eI/AAAAAAAACoA/Sb6jutkBIfw/s400/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z0Eokw2WI/AAAAAAAACnA/3Tq_s6JyNTA/s1600-h/DSC02617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423647649913186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z0Eokw2WI/AAAAAAAACnA/3Tq_s6JyNTA/s400/DSC02617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z0E4kw2XI/AAAAAAAACnI/s5OFrlVScfk/s1600-h/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423651944880498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z0E4kw2XI/AAAAAAAACnI/s5OFrlVScfk/s400/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z0Fokw2YI/AAAAAAAACnQ/_xewPd8mGec/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423664829782402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z0Fokw2YI/AAAAAAAACnQ/_xewPd8mGec/s400/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was the Strawberry eater for the night! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I brought baby boy to Suntec City. Planned a surprise for him. I dedicated a song by Shania Twain, You're still the one and a Laser Message. Can you imagine how romantic is that? UNFORTUNATELY, THE LASER MESSAGE MACHINE WAS OUT OF ORDER THAT DAY! WHAT LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately broke down la! Hmm.. poor boyfriend had to bring me to Pan Pacific for a few drinks. He ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423669124749730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z0F4kw2aI/AAAAAAAACng/M-JEci9f0Ts/s400/DSC02623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I must say, Strawberry Daiquiri it meant for the people who have extreme mood swings (like me) accompanied with the sounds of careless whisper by the resident band. PLUS, having the lead singer saying, "though the laser is spolit, I still love you many and thanks for the night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was embarrased yet pleased yet touched. Cos' no one ever did that. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th, my dad showed me his bias-ness! Thinking of it makes me wanna bash Terence up. My dad opened a Johnny Walker Blue Label just for Terence's birthday! My dad have NEVER EVER open a bottle (not even a cheapo Vokda Absolut can!) for MY BIRTHDAY, or, ANY OTHER SPECIAL OCCASSION FOR ME! Very Very Pian Xin hor! ARGHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZzqYkw2RI/AAAAAAAACmY/zFgKHq72vH0/s1600-h/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423196678347026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZzqYkw2RI/AAAAAAAACmY/zFgKHq72vH0/s400/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we went to watch the preview of enchanted. Special thanks to Nuffnang! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zzqokw2SI/AAAAAAAACmg/1SC45XWPwmA/s1600-h/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423200973314338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zzqokw2SI/AAAAAAAACmg/1SC45XWPwmA/s400/DSC02625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The movie was marvellous and funny la! Well, we went home after the movie, and that's when I started rushing like a busy ant. I went home, change, grab the canvas, bought candles, took the cake from my fridge which I placed in for 15 mins.( I bought the mango cheesecake with Terence before we went home and I lied to him that Clifton wanted it! HAHA. I can be a good liar too!) I lied to him that I am going out for supper with my mum too! Then, I took a bus to Ubi and wanted to take another to his place. My objective is to reach before the clock strikes 12am. Well, I waited for the bus till I was rather impatient and I cabbed. My childhood friend, Estee helped me gained entry to his lift lobby. I waited outside his house for 15 mins and then asked him to open his freaking door. But he didn't! What a spoiler! His brother was the one that open the door but in anycase, he saw the cake with a candle, and a birthday song from me. HAHA. He just shut up. ARGHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of his birthday, his 2 brothers, Leonard and Godwin and I had a cake for him. It was from Tiramusutra. &lt;a href="http://www.tiramisutra.com/"&gt;Here the link.&lt;/a&gt; The cake was fantastic! LOADS OF ALCOHOL! Then again, another surprise. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zzq4kw2TI/AAAAAAAACmo/AB8jM3A8E68/s1600-h/DSC02626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423205268281650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zzq4kw2TI/AAAAAAAACmo/AB8jM3A8E68/s400/DSC02626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zzq4kw2UI/AAAAAAAACmw/eq41vP8lPUM/s1600-h/DSC02627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423205268281666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zzq4kw2UI/AAAAAAAACmw/eq41vP8lPUM/s400/DSC02627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZzrIkw2VI/AAAAAAAACm4/i7pnacXz4Wk/s1600-h/DSC02628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140423209563248978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZzrIkw2VI/AAAAAAAACm4/i7pnacXz4Wk/s400/DSC02628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZtmIkw2MI/AAAAAAAAClw/TSAg_pYg_Co/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140416526594136258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZtmIkw2MI/AAAAAAAAClw/TSAg_pYg_Co/s400/DSC02629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZtmYkw2NI/AAAAAAAACl4/xeKlHF3kRL8/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140416530889103570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZtmYkw2NI/AAAAAAAACl4/xeKlHF3kRL8/s400/DSC02632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Ztmokw2OI/AAAAAAAACmA/ONdztrbYYU8/s1600-h/DSC02635.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the weekend I went over to Terence's place and saw the canvas being hung up. I was pleased. His parents even praised for the nice piece done. His parents and his cousins all went to Royal Plaza on Scotts for dinner again. And, I must say, the service at Carousel is still as good as ever. The service makes a big difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Ztm4kw2PI/AAAAAAAACmI/OnXGvfDC4-A/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140416539479038194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Ztm4kw2PI/AAAAAAAACmI/OnXGvfDC4-A/s400/DSC02636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Ztm4kw2QI/AAAAAAAACmQ/wWph7SYn3fo/s1600-h/DSC02645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140416539479038210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Ztm4kw2QI/AAAAAAAACmQ/wWph7SYn3fo/s400/DSC02645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AT CAROUSEL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsX4kw2HI/AAAAAAAAClI/AZMtk2_uBlk/s1600-h/DSC02650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140415182269372530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsX4kw2HI/AAAAAAAAClI/AZMtk2_uBlk/s400/DSC02650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought another cake for Terence, celebrating his birthday with his cousin, Esmonde. And the birthday song from the staff of Carousel was really wonderful and fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsYIkw2II/AAAAAAAAClQ/K2SQtVwKazY/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140415186564339842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsYIkw2II/AAAAAAAAClQ/K2SQtVwKazY/s400/DSC02653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsYYkw2JI/AAAAAAAAClY/oL1P24bIASI/s1600-h/DSC02655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140415190859307154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsYYkw2JI/AAAAAAAAClY/oL1P24bIASI/s400/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsYokw2KI/AAAAAAAAClg/N_B28p4sFX4/s1600-h/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140415195154274466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsYokw2KI/AAAAAAAAClg/N_B28p4sFX4/s400/DSC02656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hopped to B.One. (formerly known as Barnone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsYokw2LI/AAAAAAAAClo/vFJajKJB6qc/s1600-h/DSC02657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140415195154274482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZsYokw2LI/AAAAAAAAClo/vFJajKJB6qc/s400/DSC02657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And another birthday song, sabo-ed by yours truly and I hope Pam didn't get into much trouble! My apologies my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp44kw2CI/AAAAAAAACkg/t4dzzOVjjJk/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140412450670172194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp44kw2CI/AAAAAAAACkg/t4dzzOVjjJk/s400/DSC02658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next was PRCS NA cohort reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp5Ikw2DI/AAAAAAAACko/OkBpFEjO7dg/s1600-h/DSC02667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140412454965139506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp5Ikw2DI/AAAAAAAACko/OkBpFEjO7dg/s400/DSC02667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp5Ykw2EI/AAAAAAAACkw/H4LIwE0fO0o/s1600-h/DSC02670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140412459260106818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp5Ykw2EI/AAAAAAAACkw/H4LIwE0fO0o/s400/DSC02670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp6Ikw2FI/AAAAAAAACk4/tvs-QQAqtcw/s1600-h/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140412472145008722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp6Ikw2FI/AAAAAAAACk4/tvs-QQAqtcw/s400/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp6Ykw2GI/AAAAAAAAClA/sY_a6JLDLmI/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140412476439976034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zp6Ykw2GI/AAAAAAAAClA/sY_a6JLDLmI/s400/DSC02673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zocokw19I/AAAAAAAACj4/MDlXIURwlLo/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410865827239890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zocokw19I/AAAAAAAACj4/MDlXIURwlLo/s400/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZodIkw1-I/AAAAAAAACkA/YyoZqW3tuhU/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410874417174498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZodIkw1-I/AAAAAAAACkA/YyoZqW3tuhU/s400/DSC02677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZodYkw1_I/AAAAAAAACkI/dJdQe5c9YBs/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410878712141810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZodYkw1_I/AAAAAAAACkI/dJdQe5c9YBs/s400/DSC02678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Zod4kw2AI/AAAAAAAACkQ/EUYbgnl79y8/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZoeIkw2BI/AAAAAAAACkY/F0DuI7anvbo/s1600-h/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140410891597043730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1ZoeIkw2BI/AAAAAAAACkY/F0DuI7anvbo/s400/DSC02685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I am gonna change it again! The colours are fading! BAD PHONE! It's medication time! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-It was the BEST. Cos' I know I did it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3391130400555311177?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3391130400555311177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3391130400555311177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3391130400555311177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3391130400555311177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/eveything-comes-undone.html' title='eveything comes undone.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/R1Z2rYkw2dI/AAAAAAAACn4/aAb4plH3Y2k/s72-c/DSC02611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1078562222678069344</id><published>2007-11-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:40:16.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara is lazy</title><content type='html'>It's like 11.22PM now. I am so bored, PISSED, AND MORE PISSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through so many blogs and kinda feel that my blog needs a revamp! I am sick of the black background. I want a white for a change with my favourite shades. ARGHS! And can you believe it?! I am looking at some tutorials to help me up. PLUS I am feeling so lazy la. PLUS my PP assessment date is out! I have like 3 weeks to complete the damn poster (You can't blame me for being so lucky!) whereas Terence's assessment date is like in 5 DAYS TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the past week, it seems like there's a huge volcano eruption taking place at home. I just don't like it. It's happening to the end that I do not wish to do anything at all. It's getting all sickening with the same old problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1078562222678069344?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1078562222678069344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1078562222678069344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1078562222678069344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1078562222678069344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/clara-is-lazy.html' title='Clara is lazy'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8905065175424415303</id><published>2007-11-18T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:53:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completeness</title><content type='html'>When &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; turns &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that's happening, it is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;already blue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I do not fear anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that's happening around me, I just feel that I am starting to hate my life even more. I will learn how to zip my mouth up. Cos' I am not surprise about things that's gonna happen or had already happen. I do not need someone to preach me about what I did. Don't you realise that what I did is mainly because of you? I need someone who can support me, someone who will be there without being asked to. I am already numb. I am in not in a good shape.&lt;br /&gt;If only I didn't see what I didn't want to see. If only I didn't experience what I didn't want to experience. If only I had do things the right way right from the start. I suddenly feel that the things she said was right. And the words, phrases, sentences she said are still hurting so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My wish will not come true right from the start of my first breathe of this world cos' it's just fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-8905065175424415303?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8905065175424415303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8905065175424415303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8905065175424415303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8905065175424415303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/completeness.html' title='Completeness'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6889526475251753911</id><published>2007-11-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:16:58.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl that never fails to amaze me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just do not know why! But the Stella bug is eating into me! I can't stop blogging about her la! She is just one girl that never fails to amaze me. I checked out her blog for some reason. Not a reason actually, but just a tingling feeling to check it out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132341089221140754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rzm9B0Eq4RI/AAAAAAAACjw/g_hEwsj7Pjo/s400/stella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NOMINATE HER AS MS SAS! BEAUTIFUL SWAN WHAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6889526475251753911?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6889526475251753911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6889526475251753911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6889526475251753911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6889526475251753911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/girl-that-never-fails-to-amaze-me.html' title='The girl that never fails to amaze me'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rzm9B0Eq4RI/AAAAAAAACjw/g_hEwsj7Pjo/s72-c/stella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6927071126967544684</id><published>2007-11-12T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:20:46.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STELLA LOOK ALIKES</title><content type='html'>I have always been wanting to blog about this entry la. But then I can't seem to find the inspiration. But I just wanna get this blog entry over and done with. Well, remember the craze that everyone have with matching your picture and the celebrities you look a-like with. I guess it depends what picture you place in.&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/28/99/52/289952_234181ef2173748pmfch51.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like my celebrity look-alikes la! Which I DO NOT DARE TO PROCLAIM I LOOK LIKE THEM. Cos' I feel that it is like SUPER FAR OFF CAN! That is HORRIBLE considering that I am using my ugliest photo from my photoshoot.... BUT, the point is not about me. I am posting this for the benefit of people who cannot view stella's friendster profile. 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131253972868980994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RzXgTUEq4QI/AAAAAAAACjo/bkcenvqfuCY/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TA DAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah lau! All her celebrities look-alike are all more famous than my celebrities look-alike. Somemore prettier leh! DIE LIAO LA! THAT MEANS STELLA IS PRETTIER THAN ME! SO... DOES THAT MEAN TERENCE WILL FALL FOR STELLA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boyfriend, please do not fall for her, I promise to be as pretty as I can! ( It's a joke la! My Baby Boy isn't that superficial)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you imagine Stella having 80% resemblance of Claire Danes(who is a Golden Globe Award-winning and Emmy Award-nominated American film, television, and theater actress)?! I HOPE CLAIRE DANES SEE THIS POST and she will go like, &lt;strong&gt;"eeeeekkk... who the fuck is that?!"&lt;/strong&gt; who knows, she will rather kill herself! And I only hold 86% resemblance to Joey Yung a popular singer and actress from Hong Kong, who I think if I go to US and ask around about Joey Yung, people will go like, "who the fuck is that?!" But Claire Danes?! Most people know her can?! Not only Claire Danes la! DREW BERRYMORE LOOK LIKE STELLA LEH! OMG?!?! WHAT HAVE THE WORLD BECOME?!?! WHY DO THE UGLY DESERVE NICER CELEBRITIES LOOK-ALIKE?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevermind, I guess this online thingy is a huge comfort or rather MORALE BOOSTER for Stella who breaks more than a dozen of mirrors since she was born. hmmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note, I never thought that I would have such talent to help BABY Terence out with his blog template! First Time la! But it was a piece of cake! (No brushes of course! I not that expert leh!) :)) A piece of my artwork, &lt;a href="http://www.magix-07.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE. &lt;/a&gt;(Though he haven't done his own adjustments!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6927071126967544684?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6927071126967544684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6927071126967544684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6927071126967544684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6927071126967544684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/stella-look-alikes.html' title='STELLA LOOK ALIKES'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RzXgTUEq4QI/AAAAAAAACjo/bkcenvqfuCY/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5287307203153793113</id><published>2007-11-11T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:49:32.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize</title><content type='html'>I can't explain anything more, but this is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hearing what you say&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down&lt;br /&gt;But wait...&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around and say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat (But that's nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue&lt;br /&gt;And you say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Woahooo woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, a yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize by Timbaland feat. One republic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-5287307203153793113?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5287307203153793113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5287307203153793113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5287307203153793113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5287307203153793113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/apologize.html' title='Apologize'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-9110175839303444020</id><published>2007-11-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:17:28.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KONG SONG LIN PART 2</title><content type='html'>Somehow, I am such a great surfer that I happen to bump into Kong Songlin's blog. It was a piece of cake for me to pounce upon his blog compared to finding Terence's Meteorology Mock Exam Papers. I said that he was gay right?! VOILA! I GOT PROVE FROM THE MAN HIMSELF.&lt;a href="http://calebwithdarkness.wordpress.com/2006/09/02/illness-or-preference/"&gt; Click Here. &lt;/a&gt;P.S: I do not have an issue with homosexuals but I have a problem with him now. Well, I have an issue with him saying that &lt;em&gt;mental illness is going crazy or something &lt;/em&gt;but I will leave this for another post ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in his latest post, he actually blog about (according to him) A FUCKING BITCH who made a fuss over chocolate cake thrown onto her. Post is &lt;a href="http://calebwithdarkness.wordpress.com/2007/11/04/happie-birthday-hui-ci/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; (You can check out his GAY blog as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, I could not understand half of his post. That's because his &lt;strong&gt;ENGLAND IS TOO POWDERFUL.&lt;/strong&gt; He does not need to have PERFECT WRITTEN ENGLISH but at least READABLE la! Well, I will be a FUCKING BITCH now and comment on every single thing he blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the way we chat a lot, lucky i came with him if not i think i will go crazy man walking alone…. then he told me he had an extra Absolute Vodka Blackcurrent drink at home !!! I was like “WTH!!!!” why nv say!!! its okie lah cuz i nv told him i bring alcohol mah =) so he also dunnoe …. next time got outing i’ll get him to bring his version along =) hahahhaa. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this guy is so pathetic la! I am like WTH now la. Songlin so &lt;em&gt;sua ku&lt;/em&gt;, never drink alcohol before! Wah, they got A LOT OF VERSIONS LA! I didn't know that &lt;strong&gt;Absolut Kurant &lt;/strong&gt;is called &lt;strong&gt;Absolute Vodka Blackcurrent drink&lt;/strong&gt;!(P.S: He can't even spell blackcurrant!)  HAHA. And I didn't know that Absolut Kurant is a DRINK not a Spirit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shannon, godwin and someone came along…. we were like “erm …. Why shannon and Godwin nv tell us they are coming …” But then we not so bad and shoo them away lah we just let them be... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course la! Mr Songlin is always so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gay (happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Where got so bad one leh?! Of course you never shoo us away la! WHAT RIGHT HAVE YOU GOT TO SHOO US AWAY?! On WHAT BASIS?! On the basis that we came down NEAR your BBQ pit and SAT NEAR THE BBQ PIT?! Note: NEAR LEH. Of course you HAVE TO LET US BE. Or rather, IT'S A MUST TO LET US BE. You didn't book the bench NEAR the BBQ pit also leh! We never disturb you leh unless some idiotic people step on my tail la! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Highlights coming!!!! SJ smash Huici with her cake(the cake cost $60++ like WTF why get such a F***ing EX CAKE?!?!?!?!) and SJ start to make huici mad and huici start to get everyone who are there dirty of cuz not someone lah …. =) then we were playing and enjoying ourselve…. THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! some women sound was being heard …” I’m So Pissed!!!! Cakes are meant to eat and not to be thrown!!!! I’m so getting out of there!!!” she start screaming and making a fuss of out it but then thing is we did not even care about her =). To us she is just some F***ing B**** make noise out of it(hello and excuse me, if you know we are going to throw the cakes, you can jolly well WALK away and not seating there like a stone and when things happened you start making a fuss out of it and by the way, it is OUR friend’s birthday party and not yours and YOU are not even INVITED!!! so SCRAM !!!!). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah... I didn't know that the bimbotic scream I let out was one of the highlights! I didn't know that he saw my twin sister! (Note: He used WOMEN.) I think it was the vodka that made him drunk till he saw another me. Wah.... I feel damn god honored that I am one of the highlights! :)though you said "we did not even care about her =)." I suggest you should be changing it to, "my friends did not even care about her, but I did! Cos' I said &lt;em&gt;"go home la! no one ask u to come here."&lt;/em&gt; I'm sorry that I didn't make it known because I am hum ji!" Well, on top of that, he said that I should walk away and not &lt;strong&gt;SEAT&lt;/strong&gt; there like a stone and screamed when things happen. Well, I told Terence (before the cake landed on me) that I trust that they should know their limits. I do not care if they throw the cake, as long as they know that there are people &lt;strong&gt;SEATING&lt;/strong&gt; on the bench, and they should have common sense not to throw the cake where someone is &lt;strong&gt;SEATING&lt;/strong&gt; there. But apparently, that's not the case, they behave as though as they RENTED THE ENTIRE PLACE. I pity the poor bangalahs or rather the old man or woman who will have to sweep the cake off. tsk tsk tsk. Take it for example, if Mr Lee Hsien Loong was &lt;strong&gt;SEATING&lt;/strong&gt; there, after taking a casual walk down the beach, will they apologised if they smash cake onto his back? Of course they will la. Why is it so unfair? Though Mr Lee is the Prime Minister, he is also a human, just like me. Why do I don't deserve an apology? It's unfair isn't it? Not only the Prime Minister, but just a stranger who is &lt;strong&gt;SEATED&lt;/strong&gt; there and got cake thrown onto his or her back will receive an apology from them. I wasn't bitchy towards them what! So what if I am Shannon's and Godwin's friend? Does the title of being their friend unable me to deserve an apology just because of their "highness" or is it because they do not have basic courtesy?! To add on, I am not a stone! If I am a stone, that makes him a &lt;strong&gt;GAY STONE&lt;/strong&gt;. Besides, if he was using stone as an adjective to describe me, I was moving la. I was not stoning, in fact, I was talking to Terence and Godwin. I can't imagine me&lt;strong&gt; SEATING&lt;/strong&gt; THERE LIKE A STONE and get my entire body numb. My nerve system is not spoilt mind you. Furthermore, I did not say I was invited what! I am not that thick- skinned. That GAY BOY only have the right to question my presence if I ate food that I did not pay for, drank your ABSOLUTE VOKDA BLACKCURRENT DRINK or some soft drinks without paying MY SHARE when&lt;strong&gt; I AM NOT INVITED&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't eat or drink anything because I clearly know that I AM NOT INVITED. I DID NOT DO ANYTHING TO OFFEND YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE AND I SAT FAR AWAY FROM YOU. I can just be a passerby what! So, my presence should not be a problem to you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: He does not even know his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;basic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; command of the English Language: &lt;strong&gt;Punctuation&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;” I’m So Pissed!!!! Cakes are meant to eat and not to be thrown!!!! I’m so getting out of there!!!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice his Open inverted commas are also Close inverted commas? HAHA. PATHETIC! And according to what he typed, I do not believe that I have such a bad command in the English Language, in my own defense, I said, " I’m so pissed! Cakes are meant to &lt;strong&gt;BE EATEN&lt;/strong&gt; and not thrown! I’m &lt;strong&gt;GETTING OUT OF THIS FUCKING PLACE!" &lt;/strong&gt;I guess my bitches seen me through my bitch moments. The word fucking is just used as an adjective to describe how pissed I am. I suggest he do some soul-searching before commenting on a &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING BITCH&lt;/strong&gt; like me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period.&lt;/strong&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/18265484-9110175839303444020?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9110175839303444020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=9110175839303444020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/9110175839303444020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/9110175839303444020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/kong-song-lin-part-2.html' title='KONG SONG LIN PART 2'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7897204568947528119</id><published>2007-11-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:31:54.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could turn back time... -UPDATED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to finish this post yesterday. But I was too mad to continue (due to a reason which I am going to blog about) plus I had Chelsea players running on the field IN the TV against Wigan and I was too emo to blog this morning and afternoon. So, I shall continue right now. Before ranting about what pissed me off, let me introduce to you a replica of me in E44D.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyyejYEY-WI/AAAAAAAACi4/12VhuJoZyGE/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128648406261627234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyyejYEY-WI/AAAAAAAACi4/12VhuJoZyGE/s400/DSC02561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(With reference to the picture above) The girl beside me is Vivian. When I first entered this class, Ter saw her and said, "That Vivian, is like you. Both of you have the &lt;strong&gt;same pattern&lt;/strong&gt; one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe, but both of us carried on doing and talking random stuff especially when we are in the same team for the day. We will talk about stuff and the entire class will go on laughing and/ or the class will be all grossed out. It's as if we are the muscle relaxants of the class. 2 days ago, Vincent was caught in between both of us. We were exchanging some words and guess what he said, "I cannot tolerate both of you, both of you &lt;strong&gt;same pattern&lt;/strong&gt; one!" OMG! Another person who said that! NVM. Some evidences of how Vivian can be SO RANDOM.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128647349699672386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Ryydl4EY-UI/AAAAAAAACio/ZmFFGrPMRg0/s400/DSC02559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;SHE TRIED TAKING A PICTURE OF CHERIE BERRIE'S EXPOSED BOXERS! And she failed and she decided to take it again! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128647353994639698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyydmIEY-VI/AAAAAAAACiw/C_Bk19NP-4w/s400/DSC02560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She can just go snap snap and u didn't know that she took a picture of you. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128647336814770466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyydlIEY-SI/AAAAAAAACiY/t86AKrMQ5Lg/s400/DSC02552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128647323929868562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyydkYEY-RI/AAAAAAAACiQ/DSs6z_cvPzY/s400/DSC02551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I tried snapping her cleavage but failed badly. P.S: She was wearing a red bra that day!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128647345404705074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyydloEY-TI/AAAAAAAACig/-Z6WDP-ZL-Y/s400/DSC02554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My holidays started off very roughly! Godwin, Ter and I went to Plaza Singapura's Spotlight and we did some random stuff!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyyejoEY-XI/AAAAAAAACjA/_AaR-uoug8s/s1600-h/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128648410556594546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyyejoEY-XI/AAAAAAAACjA/_AaR-uoug8s/s400/DSC02563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Ryyel4EY-YI/AAAAAAAACjI/P6PhsCaJAcY/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128648449211300226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Ryyel4EY-YI/AAAAAAAACjI/P6PhsCaJAcY/s400/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyyemIEY-ZI/AAAAAAAACjQ/oTiuSJ4UcQ8/s1600-h/DSC02565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128648453506267538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyyemIEY-ZI/AAAAAAAACjQ/oTiuSJ4UcQ8/s400/DSC02565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKIE! HERE COMES THE PART THAT TOTALLY SPOILT MY NIGHT AND GAVE ME A WRONG START TO THE HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;(I understand that this blog is QUIET widely spread among Republicians because of the STELLA SAGA. But if any band members who attended Hui Ci's Birthday BBQ is reading this, please do not continue reading this if you do not want to. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Godwin purchased his stuff, we met Shannon. We then went to Secret Recipe to buy a birthday cake for this girl name Hui Ci. &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; finally settled for a moist chocolate cake. (Note:&lt;strong&gt; WE&lt;/strong&gt;)We then took a bus to Katong and cab down to East Coast park. &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; took turns to carry the cake! (Note: &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt;) When we were in the cab, someone called Shannon or Godwin to buy ICE! (I swear none of us were having a bad day) First thing that came to our mind: Aren't the first few people who reache first HELP OUT in getting everything organised?! And it was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; along our way to get ice. We were in the cab and we were stuck in a freaking slow traffic! Furthermore, there were people&lt;strong&gt; already&lt;/strong&gt; at the BBQ pit = &lt;strong&gt;got manpower.&lt;/strong&gt; Why cannot go and buy yourself?! After that, we were cool, and we forgot about the matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we reached there, there was some strange glances at me and Ter! Ter decided to forget it and take it that the pit was filled with ungrateful brats. So, we went to slack at a nearby bench with the accompany of some music from the mini-mart and the bicycle station in front of us. Ter went back to the BBQ pit to take something and realised that his TUMI bag was on the floor. Alright, for this, we shall not accused anyone of THROWING the bag on the floor, we'll just use RE-POSITION. Initially, Ter's bag was on the wooden stool, and when he got back, he saw his bag on the dirty ground. Bloody Hell! That bag is $450 BEFORE DISCOUNT OKIE! Why that someone cannot place his or her bag on top of Ter's bag?! So, let's just forget it. 15 mins later, Shannon went back to check on something and realised all the bags were RE-POSITION AGAIN. (That's okie!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT WORSE OF ALL, someone asked Shannon, "Why you never tell that Ter and his gf coming?" and Shannon said, "Why?! They not eating what. " And that person replied, "at least must tell what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh, excuse me, &lt;strong&gt;YOU IS BIG FUCK IS IT?! I MUST TELL U I COMING HUH?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CLARA LIEW YAN JIN'S PRINCIPLE IS THAT: I NEVER PAY FOR THE BBQ, I DON'T EAT. NOT EVEN DRINK A SINGLE DROP OF WATER FROM YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't you take it that Ter and me was just having some romantic walk down East Coast Beach (though it won't be an ideal place for me) and just bump into Godwin and Shannon? And just hang out with them?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You buy the WHOLE EAST COAST PARK HUH?! YOUR GRANDFATHER IS LEE KUAN YEW IS IT?! Ter and I also NEVER TAKE A SINGLE DROP OF WATER FROM YOU, LET ALONE A PIECE OF MICROSPORIC CHICKEN! So, what is your problem?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poor Shannon was being make use of. He was there BBQ-ing non-stop just like a &lt;em&gt;Sai-Kang Warrior.&lt;/em&gt; Some people still complain that the chicken wings were a bit blackish! Please la! You guys so smart, go and BBQ yourself la! Complain and complain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I see liao also BUAY SONG! But there's nothing I can do. It's not my party anyway, and the way they treat the moist chocolate cake was HORRIBLE. If they wanna sabo the birthday girl, cut a piece of the cake and sabo la! Just literally slam her face onto the cake. Who is going to eat?! AMIDST OF ALL THESE, EVERYONE JUST LEFT SHANNON OUT! Please la! Damn horrible. Furthermore, they started throwing the chocolate cake at one another. As I say, it doesn't concern me &lt;strong&gt;unless&lt;/strong&gt; they cross their borders. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THEY REALLY DID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WAS TALKING TO GODWIN AND TER WHEN SOME CAKE LANDED ON THE BACK OF &lt;s&gt;MY ZARA TOP&lt;/s&gt; MY MUM'S ZARA TOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FUCKING HELL! I IMMEDIATELY STAND UP AND LET OUT A FREAKING BIMBOTIC SCREAM. Godwin was so funny and he told me to cool down and Ter immediately took out tissue papers and wipe the chocolate off my back. This time they really crossed the border, MY TERRORITY WHICH IS MY SHIRT! At that moment I really wanted to slam the girls against a tree nearby me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THIS IS THE WORST BBQ I EVER ATTENDED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updated:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Anyhow, I will be releasing a new SEG saga soon. Ms SAS(Stella) is not over yet. I just found out something. I will blog about it soon enough. In the meantime, guess who is Ms SEG! *evil laughters* &lt;/s&gt;LOL! Before I actually released Ms SEG, Mr SAS, MR KONG SONG LIN, actually volunteered himself to be up here to partner with Ms Stella. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129654725689014690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RzAxy4EY-aI/AAAAAAAACjY/m9BNEZH3HE8/s400/60815-KONG%2520SONGLIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, if he didn't offend me in any way, I can't even be bothered to look at his face. (Cos' he looks like a cartoon character&lt;em&gt;.- I'm already &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; kind not to use SHITFACE&lt;/em&gt; ) However, he offended me in some god- knows- what way. First of all, I am pretty scared la. I am actually thinking whether I should continue with this updated post because I think he might murder me if he sees this post cos' a pretty girl like Miss Universe 2007: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129664312056019378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RzA6g4EY-bI/AAAAAAAACjg/xo2-AwFYr_0/s400/2lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;would not be able to seduce him. &lt;strong&gt;HE IS GAY! &lt;/strong&gt;And he would not be a gentleman to let me off. *trembles feet* But hack! I already started the ball rolling, so why not go on?! Can you imagine IF he ask a guy, " I wanna get fucked by you. Will you?! " And forget about imagining his face when he is having orgasms. His partner probably have to cover his face with a plastic bag. Eeeeewwww.... Please, I got nothing against homosexuals. But I got something against Kong Song Lin. Well, this is because, when I screamed that I wanna go home (during the BBQ.) He said, "Go la! No one ask you to come here!" I didn't hear it of course, so now, you guys can say that I am barbaric, I do not care whether I am accusing him of something that I did not hear with my own ears. I can get a witness who heard that to testify. I do not give a damn whether he is a damn Concert Master or A GAY. He offend me means offend me! In my OWN PERCEPTION, guys who play the saxophone should be one hot guy with abs and not one with a DAMN JIAO BIN (like Song Lin). He stepped on the wrong tail. And I also heard that his ex-classmates DO NOT like him at all. Maybe he has some attitude problem just like Stella. (No wonder they are made for each other&lt;em&gt;- I forgot, he does not fancy girls&lt;/em&gt;) What is his problem?! Well, I do not understand, he just paid his own pathetic share of $10 for the reservation of the BBQ pit, some food, etc. for the party and he got the cheek to make that comment. I guess he got NO BALLS. (Aiya, what's with me, HE IS GAY!) Pardon me readers, I keep forgetting that he is GAY. If he is not gay, probably, he got the balls to shout that comment right at my face. WHY?! If he is pissed that I screamed, then doesn't he just shout it out loud just like me? Maybe he just wanna RESPECT his seniors because afterall, I am his seniors' friend. But then again, if he or everyone there respects their seniors, SHIT WOULD NOT HAVE HAPPEN. He only paid $10 leh! He got pay to rent the entire place a not?! Lee Kuan Yew is his best friend is it?! If he thinks he is a BIG FUCK, then tell it to me right at my face la! CONCERT MASTER WHAT! BIG ENOUGH FUCK! I sat at least a few metres away from the BBQ pit okie! And I was sitting on the bench that the public is allow to sit even if you book the BBQ pit near that bench. SO?! I didn't get a pinch of your food, a drop of your water. I only place my bag at the table which is QUIET NEAR (at least a metre) to your BBQ pit. (which I am not sure whether that table comes with the reservation!) If it does and if you wanna be calculative, I give u $10 for placing my bag on the damn table la! COME TO E44D before this entire semester ends. I PAY U LA! FUCKING GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I cannot confirm that he is gay. But a friend told me that he is. So, I am writing this based on a friend's testimony. Reliable a not, Up to you to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-7897204568947528119?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7897204568947528119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7897204568947528119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7897204568947528119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7897204568947528119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-only-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If only I could turn back time... -UPDATED'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyyejYEY-WI/AAAAAAAACi4/12VhuJoZyGE/s72-c/DSC02561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3386607253142982742</id><published>2007-10-27T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:41:15.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Within Myself</title><content type='html'>From all those fightings, I came into realisation that it's doom. I must learn how to control my own emotions. Prevention is still better than cure. It's takes time to heal heartbreaks, heartbreaker. We hurt each other with the things we wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125966718876317954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyMXkoEY-QI/AAAAAAAACiI/79DwU7WGh6k/s400/37777727b2d5c9f0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this journey, I hope to learn something. And that's to hide. History is gonna repeat and this time I really hope it succeeds cos' I badly want it to. I would not expect to be noticed. I would not expect to be treated differently. I will make with what I have. In no time, those words won't touch me. I will stay strong cos' I WANT TO. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything seems like a ROUTINE now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing else is special.&lt;/span&gt; Friends, stop calling, I won't entertain unless you are one of those closer ones who have been there for me sincerely. I will quit for some time. &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125963772528752882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyMU5IEY-PI/AAAAAAAACiA/AuYpfJ1Duf8/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The other side is still empty, and I think it will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be taken. Those were the nights alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3386607253142982742?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3386607253142982742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3386607253142982742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3386607253142982742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3386607253142982742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/within-myself.html' title='Within Myself'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RyMXkoEY-QI/AAAAAAAACiI/79DwU7WGh6k/s72-c/37777727b2d5c9f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-272592268911998907</id><published>2007-10-24T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:02:04.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>detests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate it when I am okie. Really fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And something that reminds me of  you comes up, and I go &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;crashing down&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-272592268911998907?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/272592268911998907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=272592268911998907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/272592268911998907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/272592268911998907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/detests.html' title='detests'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1895146909356889297</id><published>2007-10-23T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:47:14.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm hiding&lt;strong&gt; them&lt;/strong&gt; well. I'm coping well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You made me this way. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if you noticed.&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/18265484-1895146909356889297?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1895146909356889297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1895146909356889297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1895146909356889297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1895146909356889297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/self-praise.html' title='Self-Praise'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3489673630527663897</id><published>2007-10-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:19:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad: Storage Solutions!</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through this webbie when I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.carguygarage.com/diplgacan.html"&gt;Diamond Plate Garbage Can!&lt;/a&gt; It's so cute! It looks so pretty and shiny too! But, The price is WOW! I do not think I can afford it. Nevertheless, they have the Neon Clocks which is kinda cool. &lt;a href="http://www.carguygarage.com/nhrulednewac.html"&gt;Especially this one.&lt;/a&gt; If they have the one with an aircraft, I will DEFINITELY get it for Ter. Well, whatever it is, they have a wide range from Diamond Plate Garage Cabinets to Car Decors. Well, you can actually find large storage bins where you can place your stuff like your gardening stuff, even big or small toys. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.carguygarage.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to know more! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/26vo2g" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3489673630527663897?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3489673630527663897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3489673630527663897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3489673630527663897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3489673630527663897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/ad-storage-solutions.html' title='Ad: Storage Solutions!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6360611335866325350</id><published>2007-10-15T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:01:10.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This explains it all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 93% Bitchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, you've got a heart of steel, and you don't mind throwing out cutting insults to whomever you hate.&lt;br /&gt;Those who know you well know not to mess with you. And those who don't know you well are plain scared of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6360611335866325350?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6360611335866325350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6360611335866325350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6360611335866325350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6360611335866325350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-explains-it-all.html' title='This explains it all...'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7436036506180546996</id><published>2007-10-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:43:47.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Shopping Sprees</title><content type='html'>I thought my blogging bug flew away. But I can't resist ranting! I was introduced to online shopping few years back. For the past few years, I have been just looking and browsing around. Pages to pages, sites to sites. Being a perfectionist, I never trust buying stuff online even if they look so pretty. Even when I went over to Terence's place, his mum just showed me some pages and stuff. I wasn't that keen because I &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT TRUST&lt;/strong&gt; online shopping. Because my shopping principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Must look at the actual item. (See whether &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; nice a not)&lt;br /&gt;2. Must try on myself. ( See whether it fits me or it suits me. Because some stuff might not suit me though I like it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do not ever buy something you like but doesn't suit you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;3. Must check for defects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD! Life is so unfair! Why must the shooping bug eats into me when I am finanically unstable?! And when I am finanically stable, I feel that I do not need anything at all! For some reason, IT'S SO UNFAIR! I WANNA BE RICH!!! I WANNA BE RICH!!! Why does Paris Hilton get everything she wants and not be a good girl?! Make me rich and I promise I will still be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people might comment that I am pathetic because I am finanically unstable. But please, AT LEAST I ADMIT I AM. I know my limits in spending. Not like some people who put up a brave front (and brag) that they are finanically stable when they are not. Those are the real pathetic ones! ((: Okie, Big Digression here.&lt;br /&gt;Back to those irritating blogs with nice dresses and necklaces. &lt;a href="http://trendy.gotop100.com/index.php"&gt;Click here for the top 100 sites. &lt;/a&gt;My favourite is still &lt;a href="http://www.mistressofglam.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Cos' the accessories are MY TASTE. So Vintage, a little dash of bling blings and most importantly, they are unique! Not many people are wearing it. Imagine walking down the streets and see people wearing the same thing as u. &lt;strong&gt;LIKE UNIFORM LA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, Whatever, before I start buying them using my paypal, I will ask for my gay partner's opinion. He knows my taste in accessories! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Blogging bug, Please come back to me so that I can blog more and get more money in my paypal!!! I wanna go to Olympics 2008 to watch Fencing Matches. Sponsors anyone?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-7436036506180546996?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7436036506180546996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7436036506180546996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7436036506180546996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7436036506180546996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/online-shopping-sprees.html' title='Online Shopping Sprees'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4001269758264469406</id><published>2007-10-13T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:13:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the test.</title><content type='html'>Well, there will be a lack of posts. Whatever it is, I hope you try this: &lt;a href="http://fun.drno.de/flash/vision_sabotage.swf"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Colour Vision Deficiency Test. A friend just send me this link. Have fun! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4001269758264469406?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4001269758264469406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4001269758264469406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4001269758264469406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4001269758264469406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled.html' title='the test.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6570984589855142737</id><published>2007-10-07T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:11:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Surrender.</title><content type='html'>I am done. Epithelial tissues, Connective tissues, Muscle tissues can't seem to be absorbed. For an alternative, I decided to continue doing things I always enjoy doing late at this hour, however, I still can't get myself to do it after the overwhelming feelings of betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, my feelings&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is still spinning, it's been a week and the hurt still remain- I am still unwell.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I rather stay in and never be discharged.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wish I didn't want to study for my test.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't see things that I didn't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether I am doing too much. Am I?&lt;br /&gt;Am I giving too much?! Am I?&lt;br /&gt;Though humans fault.&lt;br /&gt;What is forgiving without forgetting? It works in a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: For all that are close to me, If I ever fault, Do not forgive me if you can't forget. I rather not be forgiven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6570984589855142737?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6570984589855142737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6570984589855142737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6570984589855142737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6570984589855142737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-surrender.html' title='Sweet Surrender.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8315229231362797415</id><published>2007-10-05T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T02:36:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to remember</title><content type='html'>I was caught up in a dilemma whether to earn some peanuts by blogging or to look through some stuff online. Looks like I have already made my choice from the title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through some emails from my RP email. What emails you wonder?! Well, emails that reminded me of how stressed, busy I was during this period last year. Handling the HPB project after Poly Forum, and the Thailand trip. They all seem so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; realised I have these photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117548772932148290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwUvfrtbXEI/AAAAAAAAChg/FahiBqKwCak/s400/DSCN0951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sorry honey that I post this up. I know it's your hair, they gone &lt;strong&gt;wild.&lt;/strong&gt; It's payback for playing ping pong without me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117548781522082914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwUvgLtbXGI/AAAAAAAAChw/ia-U1wn2PF8/s400/pilocky+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117548785817050226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwUvgbtbXHI/AAAAAAAACh4/-XQkwH-urco/s400/PICT3202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The 2 humans circled in yellow are Ridwan and Ina. I wonder who is the long hair guy I spotted with 2 girls in the orange circle. Might be Ashley, or Terence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117548777227115602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwUvf7tbXFI/AAAAAAAACho/wO9VTDvBYXI/s400/sub-theme4_bishannlb_090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I will &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;forget the little girl (beside me) coming up to me, telling me this in a small squeaky voice, "Jie Jie, My mummy haven't come yet." HAHAS. DAMN CUTE LA! I accompanied her all the way till her mum came. I thought her how to be a cam whore. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/09/2006 was the 4th Service Learning Trip meeting conducted by Ridwan which is also to welcome 3 NEW MEMBERS INTO THE TEAM: MIKE, TERENCE AND EDWIN. I remember clearly that they were supposed to do a short introduction of themselves and Terence was super noisy and he gave me quite a bad impression. :D And he said that he was from Biomedical Electronics and I told Wee Boon, "eh.. same course as me..." And Terence was happy because he thought he had a &lt;strong&gt;senior&lt;/strong&gt; already la! Can teach him stuff that he do not know. &lt;strong&gt;ASS!&lt;/strong&gt; Terence and Mike were then posted into my team and I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;"ya what! new members, new people that I do not like. Ridwan's Poly Forum team, BIG FUCK HUH?!"&lt;/em&gt; But, I just bit my lips and went on, Mike and Terence made things more difficult for me by not attending meetings and I was so fed up till I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/11/2006 was the movie marathon. We all spend one night in school. Hmm... before we left, we all took a group photo. And we sang a birthday song for Wee Boon, and after that, we sang a birthday song for Terence when he was in the toilet. IT WAS THAT LOUD! And I gave the birthday boys a hug each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a blink of an eye, it's 2007, next? 2008?! I have no idea why I am feeling so nostalgic. I am back with pictures now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I miss my black hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-8315229231362797415?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8315229231362797415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8315229231362797415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8315229231362797415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8315229231362797415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-to-remember.html' title='Something to remember'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwUvfrtbXEI/AAAAAAAAChg/FahiBqKwCak/s72-c/DSCN0951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4981252111046243601</id><published>2007-10-02T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:29:47.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The aftermath.</title><content type='html'>My neck hurts, my head feels like I had a horrible hangover. My nose bridge is damn pain cos' I hit the floor face flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I remember was that I was in the observation room. For the past 2 days, I have no idea what happened. All I remember was the flashing lights of street lamps, traffic lights, some muffled voices, for I know I wasn't conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told me that I asked questions repeatedly (which I think I didn't!), like I asked the same question every 20 seconds. The only thing I know is that I was &lt;em&gt;sober&lt;/em&gt; when I was in the observation room at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a damn stupid straw that was inserted into my skin which hurts big time. Till now, I do not think I remember anything. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwHh8LtbXBI/AAAAAAAAChI/UYBeZcb_Mdk/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116619075721321490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwHh8LtbXBI/AAAAAAAAChI/UYBeZcb_Mdk/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116619092901190706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwHh9LtbXDI/AAAAAAAAChY/inV87HFu55g/s400/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am just blur right now. I was told that I was sent to Mount Alvernia Hospital and then to Singapore General Hospital. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Siti and Kim for the cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwHh8rtbXCI/AAAAAAAAChQ/8wVJy6c0g8w/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116619084311256098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwHh8rtbXCI/AAAAAAAAChQ/8wVJy6c0g8w/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really appreciate it. Not forgetting all the others' well wishes too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If anyone wonder what happen, the doctor's primary diagnosis was head injury with &lt;strong&gt;amnesia. &lt;/strong&gt;That explains it all. What cause it? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Low blood pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always, I will say something abnormal. I enjoy seeing boys cry. I enjoy it when Terence cry. HAHAS. But I missed the show. I was unconscious la! WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Precious, Thanks for tolerating my questions that I asked repeatedly. Thanks for staying up till the wee hours. Thanks for everything. There's nothing more I can ask for. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4981252111046243601?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4981252111046243601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4981252111046243601' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4981252111046243601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4981252111046243601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/aftermath.html' title='The aftermath.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RwHh8LtbXBI/AAAAAAAAChI/UYBeZcb_Mdk/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-816331441743759894</id><published>2007-09-30T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:37:17.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Loss</title><content type='html'>It's a pity. It's a shame to see what you've loss in the past decades.&lt;br /&gt;You lost a little best friend who you can speak to about soccer.&lt;br /&gt;You lost a faithful lover.&lt;br /&gt;You lost the respect that was given to you that once shone brightly.&lt;br /&gt;You lost a best friend who can speak to you about &lt;em&gt;anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You implement fear in everyone's eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You turned love to hatred.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, I'm tired. From me to you, let's all just drop it will we?! It's worthless. I do not look at you the same way anymore. Things change. Your words are shit. Your actions tells another story. Let's stop being fake around here, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-816331441743759894?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/816331441743759894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=816331441743759894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/816331441743759894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/816331441743759894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-loss.html' title='Your Loss'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1152129464408156743</id><published>2007-09-28T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:18:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolation</title><content type='html'>Eversince the 1st incident in May 2005, I thought those who come and go in my life will be the ones that I trust the most. Just because, there's an extra element in them compared to my best friends. For now, I blame myself for having that mis-conception. Cos' no one prove this right. Time and time again, I get disappointed. I do not expect anyone to tell me what to do, all i want is someone to listen, and then talk to me. However, I made the wrong choice of reliance. It always seems that no one cares and I have to worry more when shit happens. ACTIONS SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Best friends, I am sorry. I hope it's not too late.&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/18265484-1152129464408156743?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1152129464408156743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1152129464408156743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1152129464408156743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1152129464408156743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/isolation.html' title='Isolation'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4289361133423816787</id><published>2007-09-27T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:01:35.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heat and fire.</title><content type='html'>It's human's nature. For every single soul on earth is different in their own way though most share certain characteristics. It's taxing, having to change a part of you that is your nature. But for some some reasons, humans work in the weirdest ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we do not work in acceptance, and just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel that I am in some slow motion tunnel for the past few weeks, waiting for that day to come where I will be completely perfect. Not really actually, maybe, &lt;em&gt;close to perfection&lt;/em&gt;. I do not run into the lion's mouth anymore. But, whenever it's time, I run towards the sea, and drown myself in my own. That's how I am coping. Ask me why?! Because I want a better feeling for myself. Not really actually, AGAIN. &lt;em&gt;For someone else perhaps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel that I am living in deception. I had to find another way out for myself, another alternative. I had no choice. ( And when they say, &lt;em&gt;life is full of choices&lt;/em&gt;, somehow, I feel that it's bullshit now. It's pretty subjective. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I ask myself whether it was a right decision. Ironically, I do not have an answer to my own question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;However, I bow down to those who have accepted me.&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/18265484-4289361133423816787?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4289361133423816787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4289361133423816787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4289361133423816787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4289361133423816787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/heat-and-fire.html' title='heat and fire.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1071947199747892509</id><published>2007-09-25T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:27:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learn how to hate a perfect stranger.</title><content type='html'>We can never stop changes. People change, Things change. Everything seems too subjective. Everything seems so complicated. Nothing seems so lack of judgements. It's too complicated that you can't seem to give a YES or NO answer, and you give an answer with a YES or NO with ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this ever accelerating world, people are careful with their words, there isn't any chance of being gullible, naive, ingenuous, or else, someone that you do not even know will zap you down. How can humans be that ruthless?! You can be that simple but yet complicated. People do not make things complicated. Greed, Ambitions, Wants, Principles are namely the few. In that sense, how do most people turn out this way? How did the world become: making use of one another? It's because of competition, about not being down in that low level, not being the last, just to keep up with this insidious and machiavellian world we are in, the demands. Therefore, people change, mindsets change, everything changes. And then you suddenly realise you don't recognise yourself, and you ponder about all the innocence you once had, change then becomes a reality, and you comfort yourself that you do not have the time to ponder and just move on. Because you've changed and sacrifices have been made to where you are up there. But everynight, you look into the mirror and asked yourself, "Is this me?". 90% of the time, you brush the thought aside. So, what is exactly bugging you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I rather retire early, resign from this part of earth. Live the life of simplicity in any villiage. Get the pure taste of satisfaction, for I know it would be a fulfillment in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1071947199747892509?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1071947199747892509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1071947199747892509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1071947199747892509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1071947199747892509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/learn-how-to-hate-perfect-stranger.html' title='learn how to hate a perfect stranger.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5863732567142095219</id><published>2007-09-22T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:06:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON SALE</title><content type='html'>Well, I want to sell this HP handphone away. Reason being: I am short of cash right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This handphone is still in it's packaging. And I am selling it away. Any buyers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvTxdrtbXAI/AAAAAAAAChA/lLlMBzFoBFs/s1600-h/HP-iPAQ-512_190x170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112976969224117250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvTxdrtbXAI/AAAAAAAAChA/lLlMBzFoBFs/s400/HP-iPAQ-512_190x170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more information of this phone, &lt;a href="http://h10010.www1.hp.com/wwpc/sg/en/ho/WF06a/1090709-1113753-1113753-1113753-1117925-80307161.html"&gt;please click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any interested parties, please drop me an email at &lt;a href="mailto:lyjclara@gmail.com"&gt;lyjclara@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: Price is negotiable. ((:&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/18265484-5863732567142095219?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5863732567142095219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5863732567142095219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5863732567142095219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5863732567142095219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-sale.html' title='ON SALE'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvTxdrtbXAI/AAAAAAAAChA/lLlMBzFoBFs/s72-c/HP-iPAQ-512_190x170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1355163049292990058</id><published>2007-09-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:38:04.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last TEEN</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I am blogging! Finally, I am able to publish this post! It has been pending since the night of 15th of Sept! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th of September, Honey came over at 1 plus. He was a tired so he slept for a while and this was what happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16Q_Ka-I/AAAAAAAACgY/xsHMzeB9cSY/s1600-h/DSC02393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111926327150799842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16Q_Ka-I/AAAAAAAACgY/xsHMzeB9cSY/s400/DSC02393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder whether you guys notice the 2 lipstick marks on his right cheek and his forehead. The bright red one was on his cheek. And a darker red on his forehead. I wanted to re-take a picture unforunately, he woke and whining... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I cannot sleep in peace leh!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and not soon after, my first visitor came at 4 plus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we went down to the BBQ pit. Here are some photos:&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16g_Ka_I/AAAAAAAACgg/Hfw7TJrEDUE/s1600-h/DSC02395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111926331445767154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16g_Ka_I/AAAAAAAACgg/Hfw7TJrEDUE/s400/DSC02395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16g_KbAI/AAAAAAAACgo/34xMHtOZdjw/s1600-h/DSC02397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111926331445767170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16g_KbAI/AAAAAAAACgo/34xMHtOZdjw/s400/DSC02397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16w_KbBI/AAAAAAAACgw/2KvLjTWccxg/s1600-h/DSC02398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111926335740734482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16w_KbBI/AAAAAAAACgw/2KvLjTWccxg/s400/DSC02398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV7KmxD0I/AAAAAAAACfo/3QGX8wNy5Go/s1600-h/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111609683268931394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV7KmxD0I/AAAAAAAACfo/3QGX8wNy5Go/s400/DSC02399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A picture of my First Visitor(Flavia) and Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Soon after, people start coming in. The first couple to make their mark:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABRAHAM AND YU TING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV7amxD1I/AAAAAAAACfw/YDoxvjXIJJ8/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111609687563898706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV7amxD1I/AAAAAAAACfw/YDoxvjXIJJ8/s400/DSC02401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV76mxD2I/AAAAAAAACf4/HVev8mSKay8/s1600-h/DSC02402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111609696153833314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV76mxD2I/AAAAAAAACf4/HVev8mSKay8/s400/DSC02402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After everyone arrived, taken their dinner, It was time for me to blow the cake!!! Well, the cake was bought by Terence's mum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S: Auntie Janice, if you are reading this, many thanks! ((: Love you many many too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV8KmxD3I/AAAAAAAACgA/ZQS2c35k4zc/s1600-h/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111609700448800626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV8KmxD3I/AAAAAAAACgA/ZQS2c35k4zc/s400/DSC02408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV8KmxD4I/AAAAAAAACgI/iWSc1bm0PzA/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111609700448800642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAV8KmxD4I/AAAAAAAACgI/iWSc1bm0PzA/s400/DSC02409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soon, not long after I made my wish and blew out the candle, I smelt disaster! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WHY?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the first time in 19th years, I WAS SABO-ED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Terence placed the "candle holder" (I really do not know what you call that la! ) into a slice of cake....&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUt6mxDvI/AAAAAAAACfA/mvw4Ah8xr98/s1600-h/DSC02413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111608356124036850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUt6mxDvI/AAAAAAAACfA/mvw4Ah8xr98/s400/DSC02413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He garnished with the slice of cake with roses too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUt6mxDwI/AAAAAAAACfI/5BueZKw8_5o/s1600-h/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111608356124036866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUt6mxDwI/AAAAAAAACfI/5BueZKw8_5o/s400/DSC02414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And damn! I had to find that "candle holder" only with my tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUuKmxDxI/AAAAAAAACfQ/21kPVQEbRWw/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111608360419004178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUuKmxDxI/AAAAAAAACfQ/21kPVQEbRWw/s400/DSC02415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e7b157038edddc9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e7b157038edddc9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330267364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AB6F2FA6A6B0B7997E00482ECFEB210DD37D986.328630F420B8268D5C81FFEA9864F941532B34F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e7b157038edddc9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLnzcgmOkplDQqp_NdRB0RTSvFow&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e7b157038edddc9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330267364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AB6F2FA6A6B0B7997E00482ECFEB210DD37D986.328630F420B8268D5C81FFEA9864F941532B34F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e7b157038edddc9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLnzcgmOkplDQqp_NdRB0RTSvFow&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And bloody hell! As you can see, Terence pushed my head into the slice of cake!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TA DAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A fugly picture of me:&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUuamxDyI/AAAAAAAACfY/RFsVxTEp0Lo/s1600-h/DSC02418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111608364713971490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUuamxDyI/AAAAAAAACfY/RFsVxTEp0Lo/s400/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUuqmxDzI/AAAAAAAACfg/rNokAQtBJng/s1600-h/DSC02421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111608369008938802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAUuqmxDzI/AAAAAAAACfg/rNokAQtBJng/s400/DSC02421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that mess, fun, laughter, it was .....&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKAqmxDqI/AAAAAAAACeY/9zzakDkluG4/s1600-h/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111596583618678434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKAqmxDqI/AAAAAAAACeY/9zzakDkluG4/s400/DSC02427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I planned to only open 2 bottles. Unfortunately, Ruyun's boyfriend, Rion brought down Absolut Pear. So, we got 3 bottles to clear!!! ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, &lt;strong&gt;WE ALL BOTTOMS UP TO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKA6mxDrI/AAAAAAAACeg/KC9Advvfo7Q/s1600-h/DSC02429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111596587913645746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKA6mxDrI/AAAAAAAACeg/KC9Advvfo7Q/s400/DSC02429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKA6mxDsI/AAAAAAAACeo/Hr2kyUeREDc/s1600-h/DSC02430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111596587913645762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKA6mxDsI/AAAAAAAACeo/Hr2kyUeREDc/s400/DSC02430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKBamxDtI/AAAAAAAACew/W9VNQp0Ahf0/s1600-h/DSC02431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111596596503580370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKBamxDtI/AAAAAAAACew/W9VNQp0Ahf0/s400/DSC02431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKBqmxDuI/AAAAAAAACe4/VIGr_7vJ-Jo/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111596600798547682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAKBqmxDuI/AAAAAAAACe4/VIGr_7vJ-Jo/s400/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHv6mxDjI/AAAAAAAACdo/bFA5nWcoH58/s1600-h/DSC02437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111594096832613938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHv6mxDjI/AAAAAAAACdo/bFA5nWcoH58/s400/DSC02437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHwKmxDkI/AAAAAAAACdw/Lq21ZYnHpTQ/s1600-h/DSC02438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111594101127581250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHwKmxDkI/AAAAAAAACdw/Lq21ZYnHpTQ/s400/DSC02438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okie, all the couple couple shots up already... So what's next?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOME LESBIAN ACTION AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruyun's idea la! Stupid Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHwKmxDlI/AAAAAAAACd4/6s-MkKwaqjM/s1600-h/DSC02440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111594101127581266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHwKmxDlI/AAAAAAAACd4/6s-MkKwaqjM/s400/DSC02440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHwamxDmI/AAAAAAAACeA/GOJEqlBaZiU/s1600-h/DSC02441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111594105422548578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHwamxDmI/AAAAAAAACeA/GOJEqlBaZiU/s400/DSC02441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, if you guys wonder, Terence was the photographer AGAIN. After we frenched, we kiss our boyfriends, and we asked, &lt;em&gt;"How does Clara/Ruyun taste like?!"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I only slept for 3 hours! I couldn't sleep at all! And the next morning! WAS SWAN LAKE!!! Wore my new dress, new earrings (from Honeybunch) to match with!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111593164824710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAG5qmxDeI/AAAAAAAACdA/BVdy4SJi570/s400/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111593169119677938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAG56mxDfI/AAAAAAAACdI/gpw-lk7xxek/s400/DSC02446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111590836952436034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAEyKmxDUI/AAAAAAAACbw/Bbq6y-VMlf8/s400/DSC02483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, I had a splendid birthday! Well, as for presents, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leonard and Amanda gave me this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111591897809358242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAFv6mxDaI/AAAAAAAACcg/l2cK3ZJtLVo/s400/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My dear bitch bought LILIES! And they are SO PRETTY! Plus EARRINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHwqmxDnI/AAAAAAAACeI/eCCi-6NsyEA/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111594109717515890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAHwqmxDnI/AAAAAAAACeI/eCCi-6NsyEA/s400/DSC02442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111591910694260178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAFwqmxDdI/AAAAAAAACc4/CqMP1ZTi0sg/s400/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Abraham and Jin Yang bought a PVC clutch bag! HAHAS! I shall use it as my make up pouch!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111591897809358258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAFv6mxDbI/AAAAAAAACco/WS6amR0CkQ4/s400/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Flavia bought me Betty Boob hoping for me to grow bigger boobs! HAHAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111591906399292866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAFwamxDcI/AAAAAAAACcw/RClvUqNUx4w/s400/DSC02463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an early birthday present from Siti on the 2nd of Sept which was a Giraffe! Can dance one okie! DAMN CUTE!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111590867017207154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAEz6mxDXI/AAAAAAAACcI/4Qdq8CCFpG8/s400/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, what did Terence gave me?! HAHAS.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111591889219423634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAFvamxDZI/AAAAAAAACcY/5ZIxCxXvpvQ/s400/DSC02456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAG6KmxDgI/AAAAAAAACdQ/lC0QqwkTsvM/s1600-h/DSC02448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111593173414645250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAG6KmxDgI/AAAAAAAACdQ/lC0QqwkTsvM/s400/DSC02448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All these hearts and straws are more than ample to touch my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAG6amxDhI/AAAAAAAACdY/LLHlaZIhhRU/s1600-h/DSC02450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111593177709612562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAG6amxDhI/AAAAAAAACdY/LLHlaZIhhRU/s400/DSC02450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He gave me a pair of earrings! Everyone say nice okie! He showed it to everyone except me before I got hold of the present! That idiot! Boyfriend accidentally told me the price when he was high. JUST ONE WORD: IDIOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told mum about it, and my mum asked, "The boy got kena cheated a not?!" HAHAS. I am sure he is smart enough la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAG6qmxDiI/AAAAAAAACdg/UmXpT4UJU1s/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111593182004579874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAG6qmxDiI/AAAAAAAACdg/UmXpT4UJU1s/s400/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, while we were having the interval, we took some pictures, and apparently, this is the nicest, BUT, some auntie was behind.... SO... I had to photoshop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111590849837337938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAEy6mxDVI/AAAAAAAACb4/OMzfxdeP6hU/s400/DSC02489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Picture Perfect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAE0amxDYI/AAAAAAAACcQ/Sn-v1dQHJpI/s1600-h/Talcer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111590875607141762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAE0amxDYI/AAAAAAAACcQ/Sn-v1dQHJpI/s400/Talcer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, on the 7th of September, I had a HUGE SURPRISE! &lt;a href="http://shadowbodysoul.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-birthdays-bowling-session.html"&gt;Link is here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16A_Ka9I/AAAAAAAACgQ/xK3mGCdVshk/s1600-h/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111926322855832530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16A_Ka9I/AAAAAAAACgQ/xK3mGCdVshk/s400/DSC02389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111930815391624226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE5_g_KbCI/AAAAAAAACg4/iV4zOZhbMbs/s400/DSC02388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111590854132305250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvAEzKmxDWI/AAAAAAAACcA/KISe0e1J8z0/s400/DSC02490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The ladies were so damn sweet la! And I mean, they are still sweet of course. Many thanks to those who came for the BBQ, Cheers to: Jin Yang, Abraham, Yu Ting, Leonard, Amanda, Ruyun, Rion, Flavia, Chun Hwee, Jovanna, Mathew, Godwin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday wishes from: Jeremy, Alex(Godpa), Ron, Auntie Janice, Leng Leng(Thank you so much for the Salvatore Ferragamo HP Lanyard!) Yu Pei, Wandi, Si Hui, Jerome, Stan, Hazim, Sue, Izzati, Nurul and loads more! You guys are really much appreciated. Please do not get offended if you name is not here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special thanks to Kim and Siti! I AM NINETEEN! I love you girls BIG TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honeybunch, thanks! I said what I need to say to you and you know it all! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;I must say, IT'S THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1355163049292990058?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e7b157038edddc9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1355163049292990058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1355163049292990058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1355163049292990058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1355163049292990058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-teen.html' title='The Last TEEN'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RvE16Q_Ka-I/AAAAAAAACgY/xsHMzeB9cSY/s72-c/DSC02393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4546108648002439586</id><published>2007-09-14T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:26:33.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human with their looks</title><content type='html'>Well, I am dead bored with a damn stuffed up nose (blocked nose) here (PLUS... I can't take my mind of yesterday's dream of me being diagnosed with some cancer). I am waiting for Terence to call me after he finish his flight exam paper in like maybe half an hour to 1 hour time. Leng Leng and Rose are preparing the food for tonight's BBQ. Mei Mei is humming to London Bridge which is playing from my laptop now and I am having thoughts on how I grind Terence in clubs whenever that song came up or whenever I requested for it from the DJ. hmmm... *shoo* *shoo* shoo those thoughts aside. hmmm... I was thinking about stuff just now and suddenly, Siti's thoughts came into my mind. We were talking about this certain topic a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WE MUST FIND AN UGLIER BOYFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that doesn't mean I want to find another boyfriend la! But Siti was stating her stands in our crapping time as to why we must find an uglier boyfriend. YET, she is waiting for her love to come with such standards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Toned up Chest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;without Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Look handsome or at least presentable (I think!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on la! If anyone is gonna comment on her criteria, I am gonna knock your head hard! Come on, we have to admit that &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of us are superficial in some way. If you are walking down the street and you see a &lt;strong&gt;HOT GUY&lt;/strong&gt; who looks all buffed up and a skinny ugly toad, who will you think of having sex with?! Of course the HOT GUY LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, back to Siti's stands ar, she said we have to find an uglier guy because if you look better, your guy will fear of losing you, because there are more handsome guys out there and he will treasure you always. So, we cannot find a too handsome guy. If not, he will run away with a prettier girl. Just like Terence, he is not really photogenic, but he is handsome lor!( Plus he's new haircut from Andrew...) Kim say he is the most handsome boyfriend I have so far, and I agree lor and when he wears the RAOUL shirt that I choose for him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109878107074006322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RunvEKmxDTI/AAAAAAAACbo/Tp0LBPqJOQ4/s400/FULLSIZE_129_159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He looks damn hot la. Blame it on me for having such a good taste la. ( You buy things that suit you, not just because you like it. ) AND, I forbade him to wear it. &lt;strong&gt;Only can wear exclusively for ME. &lt;/strong&gt;If we ever break up, then he can wear the shirt to seduce all the girls but in the meanwhile, he cannot wear for anyone to see. If not, I will get angry! And in this relationship, I scared that boy run away because he is handsome enough lor to find a prettier girl than me especially when I am without make up, I think he will see me without make up till he sian lor then we will find other girl. But then again, he is always the one that ask me not to put on make up and not bad okie! I have been going out WITHOUT foundation and concealers! Must give me an award for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask what is the purpose of this post! I am hungry and feeling crappy! BBQ tonight! Birthday tmr! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4546108648002439586?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4546108648002439586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4546108648002439586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4546108648002439586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4546108648002439586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/human-with-their-looks.html' title='Human with their looks'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RunvEKmxDTI/AAAAAAAACbo/Tp0LBPqJOQ4/s72-c/FULLSIZE_129_159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5066451120782283581</id><published>2007-09-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:56:18.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rua03H0EduI/AAAAAAAACbY/f7_y0RXjiPs/s1600-h/Honeybunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108969686381655778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rua03H0EduI/AAAAAAAACbY/f7_y0RXjiPs/s400/Honeybunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108974531104765682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rua5RH0EdvI/AAAAAAAACbg/Zq27qcOKrYw/s400/Honeybunch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; THE NEW THANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIDEO CALL LOVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I've been waiting for the day to arrive. And finally it was on 10th of sept&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-5066451120782283581?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5066451120782283581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5066451120782283581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5066451120782283581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5066451120782283581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-love.html' title='new love.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rua03H0EduI/AAAAAAAACbY/f7_y0RXjiPs/s72-c/Honeybunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1120805464773639948</id><published>2007-09-09T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:33:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VAVOOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5H0EdqI/AAAAAAAACa4/I-dMBsEOLk4/s1600-h/vavoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108080215834523298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5H0EdqI/AAAAAAAACa4/I-dMBsEOLk4/s400/vavoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright! I had tons of photos but I only selected a few. The title of this show is VAVOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, the shot below is how the place looks. We have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED CARPET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as our runway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5n0EdrI/AAAAAAAACbA/NXlgQ-ngMtw/s1600-h/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108080224424457906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5n0EdrI/AAAAAAAACbA/NXlgQ-ngMtw/s400/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5n0EdsI/AAAAAAAACbI/QPl1U304r94/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108080224424457922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5n0EdsI/AAAAAAAACbI/QPl1U304r94/s400/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melisa and me before the show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, a little brief before i go directly into the show. The entire event takes up 4 days. 3rd of September to 6th of September. 3rd and the 4th of September were preparation. 5th and 6th were the seminar days. All the models were divided into 3 segments. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pre-done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Live Cut&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hair Up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pre-done models are like models with their hair all done up already and they just parade their hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Live Cut will be colouring your hair first and then, cutting your hair live and then you parade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hair Up would be styling your hair live and then parade la!&lt;/span&gt; So, I belong to the Live Cut. There were 4 live cut models. 2 for each day. So, I was in Day One. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5n0EdtI/AAAAAAAACbQ/3K4A2kLBtt8/s1600-h/DSC02285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108080224424457938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5n0EdtI/AAAAAAAACbQ/3K4A2kLBtt8/s400/DSC02285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK5X0EdlI/AAAAAAAACaQ/_teHcGKXy0o/s1600-h/DSC02291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108079120617862738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK5X0EdlI/AAAAAAAACaQ/_teHcGKXy0o/s400/DSC02291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK5n0EdmI/AAAAAAAACaY/batrWf-aVKM/s1600-h/DSC02297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108079124912830050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK5n0EdmI/AAAAAAAACaY/batrWf-aVKM/s400/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK5n0EdnI/AAAAAAAACag/gQl0M90hqJU/s1600-h/DSC02301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108079124912830066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK5n0EdnI/AAAAAAAACag/gQl0M90hqJU/s400/DSC02301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK530EdoI/AAAAAAAACao/j2Wu4NAtuVg/s1600-h/DSC02305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108079129207797378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK530EdoI/AAAAAAAACao/j2Wu4NAtuVg/s400/DSC02305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to smile all the time! I must say, it's not easy being a model! If you take a look at the 1st picture of me doing my Live Cut, I was sitting at one of the squares of the entire platform! Franko was walking around and I could feel as if the entire platform was collapsing. Franko's steps were very heavy and I was shaking. I was scared la! It would be damn un-glam if I were to fall. And despite the fear, I still have to SMILE and LOOK GOOD. I had to smile when Franko was pulling my hair hard too! GOD! I felt Franko chopping my hair off like it's none of my business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK6H0EdpI/AAAAAAAACaw/0HMXOFdcljw/s1600-h/DSC02320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108079133502764690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOK6H0EdpI/AAAAAAAACaw/0HMXOFdcljw/s400/DSC02320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKLH0EdhI/AAAAAAAACZw/-KnYHkNiguA/s1600-h/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108078326048912914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKLH0EdhI/AAAAAAAACZw/-KnYHkNiguA/s400/DSC02344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okie, skip the photo above. It's an un-glam mistake. The lower half of my body has BAD POSTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKLX0EdiI/AAAAAAAACZ4/P4rPj9KlxD4/s1600-h/DSC02346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108078330343880226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKLX0EdiI/AAAAAAAACZ4/P4rPj9KlxD4/s400/DSC02346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sandy, One of the Hair Up models, who is my schoolmate too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKLX0EdjI/AAAAAAAACaA/y6a2m4weqXg/s1600-h/DSC02348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108078330343880242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKLX0EdjI/AAAAAAAACaA/y6a2m4weqXg/s400/DSC02348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY NEW HAIR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Second Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKLn0EdkI/AAAAAAAACaI/AwCf_ROibNo/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108078334638847554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKLn0EdkI/AAAAAAAACaI/AwCf_ROibNo/s400/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't bother asking! I screwed my walks and poses! I feel that I can't make it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF36H0EdXI/AAAAAAAACYo/C7FV1cC3qfA/s1600-h/DSC02363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107495292828415346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF36H0EdXI/AAAAAAAACYo/C7FV1cC3qfA/s400/DSC02363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF37H0EdYI/AAAAAAAACYw/3ZE_F9tF6uM/s1600-h/DSC02366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107495310008284546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF37H0EdYI/AAAAAAAACYw/3ZE_F9tF6uM/s400/DSC02366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The models and Franko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF37X0EdZI/AAAAAAAACY4/v0T4bq9Qo3o/s1600-h/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107495314303251858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF37X0EdZI/AAAAAAAACY4/v0T4bq9Qo3o/s400/DSC02368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who else?! Franko and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF38H0EdaI/AAAAAAAACZA/9f1YSzrANWA/s1600-h/DSC02369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107495327188153762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF38H0EdaI/AAAAAAAACZA/9f1YSzrANWA/s400/DSC02369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, from left: Jimmy, Andrew( Singapore's Ambassador), Me, Mel and Eddie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF38X0EdbI/AAAAAAAACZI/FYbATtL85eo/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107495331483121074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF38X0EdbI/AAAAAAAACZI/FYbATtL85eo/s400/DSC02370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mel, Me and Ah Yan, our make up artisit and designer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3In0EdSI/AAAAAAAACYA/wbPH_27DLS4/s1600-h/DSC02372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107494442424890658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3In0EdSI/AAAAAAAACYA/wbPH_27DLS4/s400/DSC02372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mimi, the Minah in the house! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3J30EdTI/AAAAAAAACYI/-RWDqVsrDEE/s1600-h/DSC02373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107494463899727154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3J30EdTI/AAAAAAAACYI/-RWDqVsrDEE/s400/DSC02373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other Minah, Filah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3Nn0EdUI/AAAAAAAACYQ/atFUF7VxyNM/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107494528324236610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3Nn0EdUI/AAAAAAAACYQ/atFUF7VxyNM/s400/DSC02376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shermin and I with flowers!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108078321753945602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOKK30EdgI/AAAAAAAACZo/BUi6_dDfjXE/s400/DSC02340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last but not least, my fav. shot: Franko and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say, Franko is damn bloody hot &lt;strong&gt;WHEN HE IS YOUNGER!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Siti and Kim, I DO NOT LIKE OLDER MAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NEW HAIR. SAME BOYFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3Pn0EdVI/AAAAAAAACYY/HMjPAy_Rbps/s1600-h/DSC02379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107494562683974994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3Pn0EdVI/AAAAAAAACYY/HMjPAy_Rbps/s400/DSC02379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3R30EdWI/AAAAAAAACYg/pIRTltgUG4w/s1600-h/DSC02383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107494601338680674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuF3R30EdWI/AAAAAAAACYg/pIRTltgUG4w/s400/DSC02383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1120805464773639948?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1120805464773639948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1120805464773639948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1120805464773639948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1120805464773639948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/vavoom.html' title='VAVOOM!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RuOL5H0EdqI/AAAAAAAACa4/I-dMBsEOLk4/s72-c/vavoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1710763675782165151</id><published>2007-09-04T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:04:25.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HAIR</title><content type='html'>I got my new hair again! Well, this time, it's red highlights with dark brown base. And Franko is gonna cut my hair live on stage. I got a rehearsal at 3pm later! Gonna get ready. Till then, I'll update alright?! CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1710763675782165151?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1710763675782165151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1710763675782165151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1710763675782165151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1710763675782165151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-hair.html' title='NEW HAIR'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-255900814191177257</id><published>2007-09-02T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:36:19.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>broken hearts, broken dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could break my dreams, just for you...&lt;br /&gt;Will you mend back that broken heart of mine?&lt;br /&gt;And if it comes down to you in near future,&lt;br /&gt;Will you break your dreams just for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get the same share as to yours?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I supposed to give in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forgo, just for the love that I choose to believe in strongly,&lt;br /&gt;Will you treat me right again so that I would not regret this decision of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have amnesia cos' everything I see/ do reminds me of you, and things would be much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-255900814191177257?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/255900814191177257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=255900814191177257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/255900814191177257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/255900814191177257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6903173514658896001</id><published>2007-09-02T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:46:44.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st September</title><content type='html'>Well, the eighth was over yesterday. Terence brought me out and we went to walk walk. We settled at Mc Cafe and he bought me a mushroom strudel and some mango smoothie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtpv2n0EdQI/AAAAAAAACXw/TY3Q7vnVeds/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105516111768876290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtpv2n0EdQI/AAAAAAAACXw/TY3Q7vnVeds/s400/DSC02277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RtpvAH0EdOI/AAAAAAAACXg/Xq8KbtNbGUo/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RtpvAn0EdPI/AAAAAAAACXo/cgMPTwS-Veo/s1600-h/DSC02278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105515184055940338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RtpvAn0EdPI/AAAAAAAACXo/cgMPTwS-Veo/s400/DSC02278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to watch The Last Legion. It was good. Really good. One of the best battle movies I watched. Terence has something for the Bollywood star. haha. I have to agree that she got a hot body la! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105518740288861458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RtpyPn0EdRI/AAAAAAAACX4/gp5u9hs7bhU/s400/400px-The_Last_Legion_Poster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Currently, I'm addicted to Stranger by Hilary Duff. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyShkaAwbR8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyShkaAwbR8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody believes me when I tell them that you're out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody believes me when I tell them that there's so much you hide.&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a queen when we go out,&lt;br /&gt;wanna show everyone what our love's about.&lt;br /&gt;All wrapped up in me whenever there is a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;But when no ones around;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me, it's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time,&lt;br /&gt;Theres a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do,&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room?&lt;br /&gt;You made yourself look perfect in everyway,&lt;br /&gt;So when this goes down, I'm the one that will be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;Your plan is working so you can just walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Baby your secret's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;he way you look at me, it's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time,&lt;br /&gt;Theres a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do,&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long way back, from this place we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all the time I've wasted, I could cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;he way you look at me, it's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time,&lt;br /&gt;Theres a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew.&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do,&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me, it's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time,&lt;br /&gt;Theres a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person i once knew.&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do,&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is feeling down or bored like me, you can watch this to entertain yourself!&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYIhSXk2Qi0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYIhSXk2Qi0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL SOMEONE PLEASE DATE ME OUT?!?! I'M SO BORED!!!&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/18265484-6903173514658896001?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6903173514658896001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6903173514658896001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6903173514658896001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6903173514658896001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-september.html' title='1st September'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtpv2n0EdQI/AAAAAAAACXw/TY3Q7vnVeds/s72-c/DSC02277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1453651905430459724</id><published>2007-09-01T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:31:38.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long dues!</title><content type='html'>LONG DUES!!! LONG DUES!!! LONG DUES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been more than a week and this post is not up yet! Well, last 2 Wednesdays was Siti's birthday. (22nd of August) Kim and I cooked up a plan... hmmm... more like I am that asshole who drowned Siti in disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Plan:&lt;br /&gt;1. When it strikes 12am on the 22nd of August, DO NOT sms or call Siti. -To make her THINK that her birthday is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Resist the temptation all the way till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grab the cake at night, surprise her just a few minutes before 23rd of August.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! I AM SUCH AN ASSHOLE! BUT... I'M LOVING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT was the plan. However, due to certain factors, we have to withdraw no. 3. Not really withdraw no.3 but we somehow changed the timing because the birthday girl might be going out with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met Kim at 8.30pm at compasspoint. We rushed, went to Kim's house to pick up the card (with a help of someone) and then rushed to Siti's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.24PM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104938868164293298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthi2n0EcrI/AAAAAAAACTI/gkH-OPNIjnk/s400/DSC02191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiAX0EcmI/AAAAAAAACSg/trvyfVVL2Ys/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104937936156389986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiAX0EcmI/AAAAAAAACSg/trvyfVVL2Ys/s400/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim was rushing really hard to outline the card. Last minute edits! And with the ice cream cake being left melting beside us. And a shot of the two evil people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiA30EcnI/AAAAAAAACSo/upH4XwHUCYo/s1600-h/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104937944746324594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiA30EcnI/AAAAAAAACSo/upH4XwHUCYo/s400/DSC02193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I tried uploading the video which shows the &lt;strong&gt;CLASSIC&lt;/strong&gt; expression on Siti's face, but youtube and blogger have a damn problem which I do not know why! And the video is only 45MB!!! Less than 100MB la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiBH0EcoI/AAAAAAAACSw/LRJRWDqoV8w/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104937949041291906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiBH0EcoI/AAAAAAAACSw/LRJRWDqoV8w/s400/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiBX0EcpI/AAAAAAAACS4/v5b839oZ0l4/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104937953336259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiBX0EcpI/AAAAAAAACS4/v5b839oZ0l4/s400/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiBn0EcqI/AAAAAAAACTA/K4rp4u8W16A/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104937957631226530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthiBn0EcqI/AAAAAAAACTA/K4rp4u8W16A/s400/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on Sunday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE HEADED FOR SOME SUN LOVING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was kinda grouchy in the morning. Guess who I was on the phone with?!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthomn0EcsI/AAAAAAAACTQ/kihyOvwYLAo/s1600-h/DSC02204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945190356153026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthomn0EcsI/AAAAAAAACTQ/kihyOvwYLAo/s400/DSC02204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We settled for a spot outside Siloso and we spent 4 hours there!!! Some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthom30EctI/AAAAAAAACTY/pkkgEomNmbA/s1600-h/DSC02207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945194651120338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthom30EctI/AAAAAAAACTY/pkkgEomNmbA/s400/DSC02207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthom30EcuI/AAAAAAAACTg/3d1ZpAz9ORM/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945194651120354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthom30EcuI/AAAAAAAACTg/3d1ZpAz9ORM/s400/DSC02212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthonH0EcvI/AAAAAAAACTo/JS_s9aFbSaw/s1600-h/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945198946087666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthonH0EcvI/AAAAAAAACTo/JS_s9aFbSaw/s400/DSC02215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthonX0EcwI/AAAAAAAACTw/L28JewYYKuI/s1600-h/DSC02222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945203241054978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthonX0EcwI/AAAAAAAACTw/L28JewYYKuI/s400/DSC02222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho8n0EcxI/AAAAAAAACT4/8l3ehwBkbNw/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945568313275154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho8n0EcxI/AAAAAAAACT4/8l3ehwBkbNw/s400/DSC02224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho830EcyI/AAAAAAAACUA/k8LnMv6ZP2g/s1600-h/DSC02232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945572608242466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho830EcyI/AAAAAAAACUA/k8LnMv6ZP2g/s400/DSC02232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho830EczI/AAAAAAAACUI/Mj9iP3I3fG4/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945572608242482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho830EczI/AAAAAAAACUI/Mj9iP3I3fG4/s400/DSC02235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho830Ec0I/AAAAAAAACUQ/-F134tbofS4/s1600-h/DSC02236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945572608242498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho830Ec0I/AAAAAAAACUQ/-F134tbofS4/s400/DSC02236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND... I swear this girl look so much like RuYun can!!! I thought she was there AND... I actually called her up. hmmm... But it was not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho9H0Ec1I/AAAAAAAACUY/RzaLY9V7cNA/s1600-h/DSC02246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945576903209810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rtho9H0Ec1I/AAAAAAAACUY/RzaLY9V7cNA/s400/DSC02246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We washed up and we went for Skyride!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: On a side note, before we went for the skyride, Kim and Siti were flirting with a bunch of NUS rugby players. The coach and the coach's wife were there too! The boys were selling HOTDOGS as a part of their fund raising to go for the Rugby World Cup. Siti still ask them to strip leh! WAH LAU! And they are not that handsome somemore. Maybe a bit above average looking. But their muscles are well toned I must say! Me and Kim ran off when the boys turned at look at us when the coach's wife told them to strip. WAH LAU! PAI SEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqRH0EdCI/AAAAAAAACWA/EDlf1Bv-Zrk/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947020012221474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqRH0EdCI/AAAAAAAACWA/EDlf1Bv-Zrk/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swear I freaked out BIG TIME!!! It's like freaking not safe la! I was like an idiot screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqRX0EdDI/AAAAAAAACWI/7Ou37JSAlkI/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947024307188786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqRX0EdDI/AAAAAAAACWI/7Ou37JSAlkI/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went touring for 4D cinemax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqRn0EdEI/AAAAAAAACWQ/iJnEZVLzt1k/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947028602156098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqRn0EdEI/AAAAAAAACWQ/iJnEZVLzt1k/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthqsn0EdFI/AAAAAAAACWY/rHVeko7JLUg/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947492458624082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthqsn0EdFI/AAAAAAAACWY/rHVeko7JLUg/s400/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqtH0EdGI/AAAAAAAACWg/3QwsTjwxV8k/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947501048558690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqtH0EdGI/AAAAAAAACWg/3QwsTjwxV8k/s400/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqtH0EdHI/AAAAAAAACWo/vEo3V2eNAck/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947501048558706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqtH0EdHI/AAAAAAAACWo/vEo3V2eNAck/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthqtn0EdII/AAAAAAAACWw/GA9mzYb8zps/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947509638493314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthqtn0EdII/AAAAAAAACWw/GA9mzYb8zps/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthqtn0EdJI/AAAAAAAACW4/ZzLF7VAWeGY/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947509638493330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthqtn0EdJI/AAAAAAAACW4/ZzLF7VAWeGY/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthrXH0EdKI/AAAAAAAACXA/yqzHhlUolxw/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104948222603064482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthrXH0EdKI/AAAAAAAACXA/yqzHhlUolxw/s400/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthrXX0EdLI/AAAAAAAACXI/tQkh3KNNeiI/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104948226898031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthrXX0EdLI/AAAAAAAACXI/tQkh3KNNeiI/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, we watch songs of the sea. Can't upload the video again! WHY?! GOT PROBLEM!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946036464710498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthpX30Ec2I/AAAAAAAACUg/xco2LXvq_Js/s400/DSC02251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946040759677810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthpYH0Ec3I/AAAAAAAACUo/uHJeJowsrU8/s400/DSC02264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthrXn0EdMI/AAAAAAAACXQ/W8DDfOEqJdM/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104948231192999106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthrXn0EdMI/AAAAAAAACXQ/W8DDfOEqJdM/s400/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthrX30EdNI/AAAAAAAACXY/2LZbRRanWiY/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104948235487966418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthrX30EdNI/AAAAAAAACXY/2LZbRRanWiY/s400/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the 28th, was the mini Loreal event. Met Serene up and we went to Sakae Sushi at PS. Her treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946040759677826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthpYH0Ec4I/AAAAAAAACUw/gv17b6BCSoQ/s400/DSC02265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946045054645138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthpYX0Ec5I/AAAAAAAACU4/susJgLtgt0E/s400/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went Loreal to fix our hair, and we started to eat again in less than an hour! Serene and I skipped the buffet. Ah Jov and RuYun were like coffee-soh lor! Bring the food in, the drinks, then dessert!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946045054645154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthpYX0Ec6I/AAAAAAAACVA/nMMJpzITM7c/s400/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946440191636402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthpvX0Ec7I/AAAAAAAACVI/WkLS1xIIYfE/s400/DSC02268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946444486603714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthpvn0Ec8I/AAAAAAAACVQ/R1-p5LLwCJU/s400/DSC02269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthpvn0Ec9I/AAAAAAAACVY/scwoZSyLa3Q/s1600-h/DSC02270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946444486603730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthpvn0Ec9I/AAAAAAAACVY/scwoZSyLa3Q/s400/DSC02270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shots before we waited like retarded asses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthpv30Ec-I/AAAAAAAACVg/s4Kv3DNFSrE/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946448781571042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthpv30Ec-I/AAAAAAAACVg/s4Kv3DNFSrE/s400/DSC02271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthpv30Ec_I/AAAAAAAACVo/eVIzYsStR3w/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104946448781571058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthpv30Ec_I/AAAAAAAACVo/eVIzYsStR3w/s400/DSC02272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqQn0EdAI/AAAAAAAACVw/RnWIb3UgZwk/s1600-h/DSC02273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947011422286850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqQn0EdAI/AAAAAAAACVw/RnWIb3UgZwk/s400/DSC02273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqQ30EdBI/AAAAAAAACV4/Y4l7mhSZl6w/s1600-h/DSC02274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104947015717254162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RthqQ30EdBI/AAAAAAAACV4/Y4l7mhSZl6w/s400/DSC02274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Check out the height difference?! I didn't wear heels but ALL OF THEM DID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, Yes! My new laptop's name is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEDDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-1453651905430459724?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1453651905430459724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1453651905430459724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1453651905430459724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1453651905430459724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-dues.html' title='long dues!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rthi2n0EcrI/AAAAAAAACTI/gkH-OPNIjnk/s72-c/DSC02191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6435508281197432270</id><published>2007-08-31T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:00:56.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me now</title><content type='html'>Well, I do not have much to rant about in my life. Life's pretty boring right now. I hope I can school now. Cos' I am not working right now. I mean I am. I am gonna see myself in curls by the end of this Tuesday. I only have one more Loreal Hair Show to kill time! Anyone have any idea how to kill time?! Terence is so freaking busy with his FYP, PP, PPL and his piano performances. That means lesser time with me. Kim can't go Batam. (Kim, tell him that we are going to Thailand then!) Practically, I am a Bitch complaining how boring my life is. Come to think of it, I got so much to do! Driving license, PP, Trainings, Honeybunch, Boyfriend, Stupid Boyfriend, Honey and Terence! hahahas! I am so crazy!!! I only work at night now, which means I need to adjust my biological clock before the 16th of September! I got exactly 16 days of holidays left. OH MY GOD! I can't wait for school la! Speaking about training, I haven't been training for almost a week now. hmm... Terence just screamed at me for not training! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored till....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TA DAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_3/8xab49_43834976a28d641ebo1i49" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" height="1"&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" href="http://www.myheritage.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I AM THAT BORED NOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, seriously, I DO NOT THINK I LOOK LIKE ANY OF THE CELEBRITIES CAN?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kim: Chill alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honeybunch: Happy EARLY 8th month! ((: me ishx hearts euux!!! -----&gt; hahahhaas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Siti: How now brown cow?! Batam still on?! Kim doesn't look good leh! Wanna do some replacements instead of Batam?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wanna shower, cook, drink caffine and then WORK. ciaos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6435508281197432270?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6435508281197432270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6435508281197432270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6435508281197432270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6435508281197432270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-now.html' title='me now'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7816591109366211152</id><published>2007-08-31T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:28:11.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Let You Go by Sergio Mendes</title><content type='html'>I was as wrong as I could be&lt;br /&gt;To let you get away from me&lt;br /&gt;I'll regret that move&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've come to see the light&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is make things right&lt;br /&gt;So just say the word and tell me that I'm forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be better than we were before&lt;br /&gt;I loved you then but now I intend&lt;br /&gt;To open up and love you even more&lt;br /&gt;This time you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and make up for the times&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hold your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;From this day on we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now it seems so clear&lt;br /&gt;I had it all when you were here&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you gave it all and I took it for granted&lt;br /&gt;But if there's some feeling left in you&lt;br /&gt;Some flicker of love that still shines through&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk it out&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about second chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be sweeter than it was before&lt;br /&gt;I gave some then but now I intend&lt;br /&gt;To dedicate myself to giving more&lt;br /&gt;This time you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and make up for all the times&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hold your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;From this day on we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental Interlude]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh-oh-oh-oooh&lt;br /&gt;So if you'll just say you want me too&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hold you in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and make up for all the times&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hold your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;From this day on we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try and make up for all the times&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you so&lt;br /&gt;Hold your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;From this day on we're gonna be together&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-7816591109366211152?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7816591109366211152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7816591109366211152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7816591109366211152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7816591109366211152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/gonna-let-you-go-by-sergio-mendes.html' title='Gonna Let You Go by Sergio Mendes'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-268733853589021324</id><published>2007-08-30T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T03:03:56.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big NO!</title><content type='html'>Well, I was just surfing through certain pages on the internet. I feel that it is high time I start bitching. I was fucking disgusted with certain people on the internet. Though it doesn't concern me, but I think it does concern me a bit. Ewweeee..... I can't believe la! For now, I feel damn insulted! It's like &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE CAN BE A MODEL!&lt;/strong&gt; People with dragon-liked flared nose, overcrowded teeth (which makes your mouth like a freaking goldfish when you close your mouth!), people who have &lt;strong&gt;SUPERHIGH forehead&lt;/strong&gt;, people who can't even do a side pose and most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE WHO ARE SHORT CAN BE A FREE LANCE MODEL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Wah lau! Like that, I think I can be a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SUPERMODEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already! Okie, let me tell you, I, myself, do not have a set of straight teeth naturally, I was a freaking &lt;em&gt;bah-gei&lt;/em&gt; kid la! I went for braces partly because I want to strive out to be a free-lance model or rather I was inspired to be one, IF got that kind of free-lance model, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I DON'T DO BRACES CAN LIAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Height issues, I am naturally blessed with a good height. My forehead is not superhigh can! If I can take bangs and long fringes, THIS PROVES my forehead is JUST RIGHT! Though I have insults like I have a fucking Jackie Chan nose, but, knowing your flaws is one thing, hiding it is another. And I have insults like you are ugly cos' you got acne! SORRY LA! I didn't take care! But make up can hide your flaws right?! I brought my wrong foundation for my mini Loreal Hair event, I make noise, but then &lt;strong&gt;I KNOW HOW TO TOUCH IT UP&lt;/strong&gt; to make it look nicer. You know a not?! Know a not?! Bloody fuck! Make people think so highly of you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO FUCK SPIDERS LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it got to do with my looks, then nevermind, I can deal with it! But then if you say what I do and what I can't. I'm gonna pierce my fencing blade up your pussy or I'll &lt;em&gt;mask&lt;/em&gt; your balls!!! Nobody is in any position to label me. Take for example; Am I supposed to take up Judo just to be your friend?! If your answer is yes, I tell you, You go fuck spiders la! Don't be my friend la! You go and find other friends! Everyone has different interests and hobbies. Just like how everyone is different! You think you can find other better friends, go la! &lt;strong&gt;I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE TO BE COMPARED WITH OTHER PEOPLE AND YOU LABEL ME AS I CANNOT DO THIS AND THAT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?! I fence, means I must force my boyfriend to fence is it?! EAT SHIT LA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya what, Modelling and Fencing are the only interests in my life now. WHY?! Not happy is it?! I may not be able to be keep up with &lt;strong&gt;YOUR LEVEL&lt;/strong&gt;, but that doesn't mean I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT BETTER THAN YOU IN OTHER WAYS.&lt;/strong&gt; Get it?! You may excel in something, But I may excel in something else. I don't like when you give me the i-look-down-on-you tone. &lt;strong&gt;BLOODY HELL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think you can make it in fencing either. *points middle finger*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-268733853589021324?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/268733853589021324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=268733853589021324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/268733853589021324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/268733853589021324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-no.html' title='Big NO!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3294679832915135806</id><published>2007-08-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:09:13.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sucker for memories</title><content type='html'>Whenever I am alone with my ear drums filled with music, and when my thoughts run wild, I will be in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I found the memories that stick closely to me or rather in my heart especially when it comes to my love life. I always thought that those memories I had a few years back couldn't be replaced. And I'm definitely right. Memories can never be replaced. but we will definitely know what are the memories that left the deepest impression would be. So far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Ferris Wheel at Bangkok, called Roue De Paris. We took the number 26 on the 27th of December at 9.10PM with the sounds of Careless Whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pilokee: There are 2 ocassions that were the most memorable.&lt;br /&gt;(a) On the day when Terence and I were almost killed near the church. We were buying some snacks, and gazing at the stars, exchanging words which I hope we would right now. There were gang clashes that night and there were carrying parangs. We were told to go back &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; immediately, and Ridwan and Lina could not find us. NO HANDPHONES somemore! Totally no signal! I wonder whether it's a good thing that we survived.&lt;br /&gt;(b) It was the last 2 nights in Pilokee and I could not sleep. Everyone was sleeping but I spent my time outside the toilet sobbing because I couldn't accept the fact that the trip was ending and Terence and I have to &lt;em&gt;go back to our own worlds.&lt;/em&gt; That night was the night when I was sobbing in his arms and Lina saw us as she went to the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These seem so yesterday. I am thinking what have our kampong house become. It's coming a year soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;-You will never know how much that special someone means to you till you lost him/her or you are losing him/her. And when it's time to make it up for it, it's too late. AND THEN, you wonder why didn't you cherish that person, and you REGRET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3294679832915135806?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3294679832915135806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3294679832915135806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3294679832915135806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3294679832915135806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sucker-for-memories.html' title='I&apos;m a sucker for memories'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7695054602295347536</id><published>2007-08-26T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:58:05.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Go!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Sentosa, I have loads to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm DOWN right now. Time of the Year ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I recover, then I promise to do a SOLID update. I have plans for this upcoming last week of August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need ample rest right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, &lt;strong&gt;MANY THANKS&lt;/strong&gt; to Ms Siti and Ms Kim for making today a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE YOU TWO GIRLS! ((: *MUACKS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight peeps!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-7695054602295347536?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7695054602295347536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7695054602295347536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7695054602295347536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7695054602295347536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-it-go.html' title='Let It Go!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1385177381608244334</id><published>2007-08-26T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:13:38.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start.</title><content type='html'>I have a new hair colour &lt;em&gt;(and I cannot shampoo by hair for 2 days! I am going crazy with the stickyness and the greasy hair!)&lt;/em&gt; and a new lappy. My eyes are feeling very stingy again. Sentosa with the girls tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time. I would rather do things the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend always tells me this, "It's never too late for anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's beause of this sentence, that's why I am still so determined in making up for things that I fail him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever ask for an early birthday wish. For now, I just want wish for something for my 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"They always advice us to be careful for what we wish for, For now, on this 19th birthday, I know exactly what I want and I am careful with what I wish for. I wish for a miracle to happen. I wish for my one and only need to happen, and that's to bring him back to me, to my life, start afresh and be like how we used to be, those perfect moments. That would be the best birthday present I ever have in my life. I wouldn't want anything more. God, you have showered me with a lot of things I want in life. My birthday wishes rarely come true. Even if you take off 10 years of my life, I am willing, gladly willing to exchange for this wish to come true. And I really mean it, even if it's death that I will meet soon, I am more than willing to exchange for this wish to come true. No one knows how much he means to me except myself. Thank You."&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/18265484-1385177381608244334?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1385177381608244334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1385177381608244334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1385177381608244334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1385177381608244334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-start.html' title='A new start.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3005723779970997131</id><published>2007-08-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:36:01.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the nights are better.</title><content type='html'>I, I was the lonely one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wondering what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why love had gone&lt;br /&gt;And left me lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I, I was so confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I'd just been used&lt;br /&gt;Then you came to me&lt;br /&gt;And my loneliness left me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to think I was tied to a heartache&lt;br /&gt;That was the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the nights are better&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're here together&lt;br /&gt;Even the nights are better&lt;br /&gt;Since I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you knew just what to do&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had been lonely too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you showed me how&lt;br /&gt;To ease the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you did more&lt;br /&gt;Than mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause now you've made a fire start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I can see that you feel&lt;br /&gt;The same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought there'd be someone to hold me&lt;br /&gt;But then you told me&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the days are brighter&lt;br /&gt;When someone you love's beside ya&lt;br /&gt;Even the nights are better&lt;br /&gt;Since I found you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3005723779970997131?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3005723779970997131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3005723779970997131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3005723779970997131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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after 5 years, I am begging you to guide me and tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM HEARTBROKEN.&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/18265484-7958934443665251077?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7958934443665251077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7958934443665251077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7958934443665251077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7958934443665251077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-much-to-say.html' title='too much to say.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8841833948471858767</id><published>2007-08-23T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T04:26:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A past.</title><content type='html'>It's 4am. I CAN'T SLEEP AGAIN! I think I should see a doctor regarding this sleeping disorder of mine. It's indeed a miracle that I am drowning myself with coffee and I am watching the Germany vs England match. I wonder whether I can make it for school later. Forget it, I don't think I am sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, KIM and I went over to Siti's place to surprise her! Full details in the next entry! Some pictures and video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a catch up session with Siti and KIM. Well, we touched on a pretty touchy subject which made me think and reminise of a past. A past of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, when I was 17 years old, I was full of energy. (I am not saying that I am a dead woman now!) As in, I am an Independent woman. I do not give a hack about whoever looks at me. I am a strong individual and I know what I want. Most importantly, I WAS FIRM. And I know that my decision is always right and I am supportive of my own decision and I will stand by it even if the whole world disagrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am the opposite of it. I care too much about what other people think about me, their perceptions. I care too much about how people think about me. And I am not firm. I am very fickle-minded now. Totally the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel that I lost myself and I longed to be my past. I somehow feel that I failed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti told me something which I find that it was extremely meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I find that it's a privilege for me to be there when you are grouchy, having a bitch fit etc. Let's put it in a general term, no matter what r/s u have with that person, everyone can share your happy moments, but only the &lt;strong&gt;chosen ones&lt;/strong&gt; will get to share your hard times. So, it's a privilege to be the &lt;strong&gt;chosen one&lt;/strong&gt; because that shows that you are comfortable with the person."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, But we agreed that not everyone can think like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-8841833948471858767?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8841833948471858767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8841833948471858767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8841833948471858767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8841833948471858767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/past.html' title='A past.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8256903637667454207</id><published>2007-08-22T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:26:35.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An electronics student.</title><content type='html'>Well, I am so bored. I am preparing the twins with their science examination tomorrow. Well, I did my usual checks and found out that I got my first A for the entire semester! hahahas&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rsv1uX0EclI/AAAAAAAACSY/0NNihZLKK3o/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101441179942416978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rsv1uX0EclI/AAAAAAAACSY/0NNihZLKK3o/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101441175647449666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rsv1uH0EckI/AAAAAAAACSQ/-i-psCitDXI/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that was what my facilitator said. hmmm... thinking about that, I got my first A la! To think that I came only at the 2nd break out in which he marked my attendance only at the 3rd meeting. AND... I went for the 3rd meeting LATE! I think all those faci-s that taught me would thought of me as a lazy person. A girl who doesn't puts in any effort in her work. WHY?! Cos' my actions prove it la! WHY?! Cos' I hate electronics! hahahas! But for this, I am a happy woman! I pray that I am able to pass this semester! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I had my fencing training yesterday and I feel that I was rather dumb and stupid! But 教练 was really kind! He didn't allow me to call myself stupid. I think I was on bad form yesterday. He kept saying, "您不是笨! 只是不够感觉! 比过去好很多!" In english, would be, "you are not stupid, you just do not have the right feeling yet! But you are far much better than your first training!" He was there encouraging me. I was feeling very sucky indeed. He was doing a lot of coaching on anticipation and reactions. I badly fail in that. ARGHS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I'm a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&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/18265484-8256903637667454207?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8256903637667454207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8256903637667454207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8256903637667454207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8256903637667454207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/electronics-student.html' title='An electronics student.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rsv1uX0EclI/AAAAAAAACSY/0NNihZLKK3o/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6419527989775450183</id><published>2007-08-21T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:43:14.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3am</title><content type='html'>3 am and I am bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Independent Girlfriend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/independent-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whoa, Ms. Independent! Your guy digs your modern style...But he's sometimes left to wonder if you really like him.Keep that unique spirit, but show him your love a bit more often.No worries - you're light years away from smothering him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, how true is that?! At the moment... I am independent..... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhhahahahahas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgo - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/virgo-love.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly thoughtful and able to give your partner what they need most.You are totally logical. You can deal with problems without involving your emotions.A good work ethic. You'll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make your relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are so focused on your goals that you let your relationships sufferYou tend to be a perfectionist - and expect perfection from your mate as wellYou are picky. So picky that you rather be single than with someone who has a few minor faults.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;Values success in life as much as you doFits a checklist of qualities you've been looking for since childhoodLike you, is more practical and realistic than romantic&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;Active. You're a bit hyper, so you'd prefer a date that involved rollerblading in the park or hiking.&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;You may seem a bit shy, but once you open up to someone - you're totally uninhibitedYou like to set the scene first - candles, music, nice sheetsA bit obsessed with cleanliness, you may want to shower first with your love&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;Soften up a little. Vulnerability is sexy - and feels great over time.Lower your standards a little. Look past a messy desk or someone being five minutes late.Praise your partner more. You make expect them to be successful, but complements are still appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Navy blue&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..... My emotions get involved most of the times I deal with problems. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;asswipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fierce Femme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/fierce-femme.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a wild side, and you aren't afraid to bring it out when the time is right.But you also know when to hang back and keep your "crazy chick" persona in check.In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it...You may look mild mannered, but it's all an act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are You a Daring Woman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For this... hmmm. I got agree to it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dbd7d2;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your EQ is 147&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's" Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sleeping time! *yawns*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6419527989775450183?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6419527989775450183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6419527989775450183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6419527989775450183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6419527989775450183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/3am.html' title='3am'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7067266300991615223</id><published>2007-08-21T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:36:14.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo is I. Me is I.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's like 1.22am and i'm blogging here. I am fucking tired to the extent that my eyes have that stingy feeling and I can hardly open them but I still can't sleep again. I talked to &lt;em&gt;elmo&lt;/em&gt; just now thinking that I would sleep. But apparently, I was entertained by my own conversation between &lt;em&gt;elmo&lt;/em&gt; and I. So, I decided to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Elmo, I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elmo: Take your favourite pills then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: I do not want to cos' I think I am already addicted to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elmo: Okie then. So, sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: But... ... but... ... ... I CAN'T SLEEP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elmo: You can Clara, you can sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: He is not here Clara!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elmo: Oh yes! He is! In your heart and you will dream of him. You will meet him in lala land!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: STOP IT! That sound soooo yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elmo: SHUT UP BITCH! I WAS TRYING TO HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: YOU SHUT UP! I'M GONNA USE MY LAPTOP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my laptop started crashing! Blue screens are appearing! Time to get a new laptop huh?! I sound like some rich kid huh?! And I am not one. &lt;strong&gt;I am just one crazy woman who talks to herself at 1am in the morning. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-I tried to hide those feelings. I can't. I do not like the attention. But I just really can't hide it. I am not like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-7067266300991615223?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7067266300991615223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7067266300991615223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7067266300991615223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7067266300991615223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/elmo-is-i-me-is-i.html' title='Elmo is I. Me is I.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-441176036290835633</id><published>2007-08-19T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:55:42.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>It's raining right now. Looking outside my window, looking at how the raindrops fall on the glass plane, makes me feel so serene. I do not know how I am feeling right now. Out of all those stuff that are in my head, I am just so calm. But there's indeed a song that tells it all which I think is sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OV9UdOvtcM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OV9UdOvtcM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cried&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;br /&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it okay&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;br /&gt;They lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-441176036290835633?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/441176036290835633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=441176036290835633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/441176036290835633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/441176036290835633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-raining-right-now.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-5607000849017932461</id><published>2007-08-13T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:37:19.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pledge</title><content type='html'>My Promises to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Terence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I promise that I will be faithful to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I promise that I will try not to lose my temper on you. (Please excuse those days)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I promise that I give you your own space if you need it. (Please tell me okie?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I promise that I won't sulk anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I promise to love you forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-But I hope my happiness would not be short-lived.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-5607000849017932461?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5607000849017932461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=5607000849017932461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5607000849017932461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/5607000849017932461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/pledge.html' title='The Pledge'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-2683254968859945250</id><published>2007-08-12T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T06:05:43.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The tea party is part of the selection process. It is to evaluate your character. Basically, they want to see that you are an all-rounded person, sociable, friendly, confident and knowledgeable in currents affairs, etc. Just be your natural self. Perhaps you can pick up some more tips from Wannabes in Emirates or other Airlines. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not going for a tea party interview. Well, 14 days of break for EVERYTHING. I will make good use to it. I hope everything will go back to where it ONCE started after 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other words, I will go missing.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Updated: 6AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't we try by Dan Hill Vonda Shepard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I see your face cloud over&lt;br /&gt;Like a little girls&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes have lost their shine&lt;br /&gt;You whisper something softly&lt;br /&gt;I`m not meant to hear&lt;br /&gt;Baby, tell me what`s on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I don`t care what people say about&lt;br /&gt;The two of us from different worlds&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much that it hurts inside&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening, please listen to me, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Can`t we try just a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Can`t we give just a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;Can`t we try to understand&lt;br /&gt;That it`s love we`re fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Can`t we try just a little more passion&lt;br /&gt;Can`t we try just a little less pride&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it tears me up inside&lt;br /&gt;I hear you on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;With God knows who&lt;br /&gt;Spilling out your heart for free&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs someone they can talk to&lt;br /&gt;Girl, that someone should be me&lt;br /&gt;So many times I`ve tried to tell you&lt;br /&gt;You just turned away (how did I know)&lt;br /&gt;My life is changing so fast now&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me lonely and afraid&lt;br /&gt;Don`t be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS X3&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/18265484-2683254968859945250?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2683254968859945250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=2683254968859945250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2683254968859945250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/2683254968859945250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/tea-party-interview.html' title='Tea Party Interview'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3138390790904835623</id><published>2007-08-12T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:45:26.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Reservations</title><content type='html'>Remember the kind of hassle you need to go through for accomodation?! When you are overseas, or rather you want some sweet romance time with your partner in your very own country? You do not need to go Hotel Hunting! You can make your Hotel Reservations right here! Coolness huh?! They even have Singapore Hotels la! They even have hotels in any part of the world. Let's say you are going for a trip and you are in a rush and you do not know where to up at, just go to this webbie. It saves your life! Hahahas! I even found the &lt;a href="http://book.hotelreservations.com/index.jsp?pageName=hotAvail&amp;destinationID=a117d333-6210-fb9e-cf22-a6f73c907ffe&amp;amp;requestKey=138A5F130506227012&amp;showInfo=true&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cid=165272&amp;generic=true&amp;amp;locale=en_SG&amp;postalCode=&amp;amp;showPopUpMap=false&amp;star=3&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;propertyType=H&amp;hotelID=222593&amp;amp;city=Bangkok&amp;departureMonth=8&amp;amp;hotnetrates=true&amp;showPopUp=true&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;mode=2&amp;mode=2&amp;amp;currencyCode=SGD&amp;numberOfRooms=1&amp;amp;arrivalDay=14&amp;additionalDataString=vrBookingSource%7Cnull&amp;amp;departureDay=16&amp;stateProvince=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;country=Th&amp;room-0-adult-total=2&amp;amp;arrivalMonth=8&amp;streetAddress="&gt;New World Lodge Hotel &lt;/a&gt;which we stayed at last Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rr37PDW51JI/AAAAAAAACR4/BQbgsCnuxrY/s1600-h/BKK_NWLH-exter-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097506589271250066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rr37PDW51JI/AAAAAAAACR4/BQbgsCnuxrY/s400/BKK_NWLH-exter-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rr37PjW51KI/AAAAAAAACSA/gcrGa6ghmXw/s1600-h/BKK_NWLH-exter-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097506597861184674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rr37PjW51KI/AAAAAAAACSA/gcrGa6ghmXw/s400/BKK_NWLH-exter-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rr37PjW51LI/AAAAAAAACSI/gy2WbCg2kFA/s1600-h/BKK_NWLH-rooms-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097506597861184690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rr37PjW51LI/AAAAAAAACSI/gy2WbCg2kFA/s400/BKK_NWLH-rooms-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a side note,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOY... ALL THESE SEEMS SO YESTERDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the website. You can find any hotel la! Even the cheapo ones! Furthermore, they have special rates if you make your bookings online. You can make your payment in Master, VISA or American Express. You can even look at some of the pictures of the photos before you decide to book that hotel. They even have the list of amenities they have, they even list down the areas of attraction, driving directions from the NEAREST airport AND the time for checking in and out! How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever have that amount of money to have sprees, I will book like everyday cos' I will be flying from country to country from time to time. ARGHS! I hope man! Unfortunately, I am not that rich. I may consider if I ever go backpacking okie?! Or go for a holiday after I graduate. (: In the mean while, I'll continue surfing and see what else I can find. &lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2apwcl" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3138390790904835623?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3138390790904835623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3138390790904835623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3138390790904835623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3138390790904835623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-romance.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hotelreservations.com&quot;&gt;Hotel Reservations&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rr37PDW51JI/AAAAAAAACR4/BQbgsCnuxrY/s72-c/BKK_NWLH-exter-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8194018233468998120</id><published>2007-08-11T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:04:53.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Just kinda feel that &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; need to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT ANGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I do not know why. I guess I've learnt to take things lightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-8194018233468998120?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8194018233468998120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8194018233468998120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8194018233468998120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8194018233468998120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1469497714530431479</id><published>2007-08-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:10:55.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fencing and me</title><content type='html'>Well, though I &lt;s&gt;won&lt;/s&gt; got a Silver for Pesta Sukan, I am not proud of it at all. Well, I was the one who was pulling the team down. I was the person who were losing points. I feel so horrible. (At least I do not sit on the bench, get a Gold and get money too! ((: ) Well, a long time friend of 6 years, whom&lt;em&gt; I am one of his better friends in fencing&lt;/em&gt; talked about the 8 parries in Fencing which I totally forgot! What a failure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Parry Prime&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Parry Seconde&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Parry Tierce&lt;br /&gt;4th: Parry Quarte&lt;br /&gt;5th: Parry Quinte&lt;br /&gt;6th: Parry Sixth&lt;br /&gt;7th: Parry Septime&lt;br /&gt;8th: Parry Octave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.ozemail.com.au/~mprince/fencing/parries.htm"&gt;Here's the link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my favourite parries are still Quarte and Septime since I started fencing. No idea but I guess I have a weird taste. WEIRD PEOPLE HAVE WEIRD TASTE!!! RIGHT?! *winks* I feel like I am speaking, I mean typing in rhymes. It's okie. This post is only readable for weird people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am brain dead. I need more brain juices. Training tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On a side note, Terence is such an asshole! He makes me miss him even more each day. We have not been spending time with each other for like 4 days?! I shall do my count up! arghs! We can't do anything, we are all busy people. Boo Hoo. Even if he's such an asshole, I still love him like loads, and bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-Every laughter, every smile has it's bitterness behind it. I feel fake and I am love sick. &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/18265484-1469497714530431479?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1469497714530431479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1469497714530431479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1469497714530431479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1469497714530431479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/fencing-and-me.html' title='fencing and me'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-690804059426655571</id><published>2007-08-08T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:20:57.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childish games, childish thoughts</title><content type='html'>Well, last week, I overheard a group of girls talking about their criteria of guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He must drive a car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He must dine in restaurants with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He must buy me presents frequently and it must be expensive!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wonder what these girls are thinking. The point of having meals is to fill our stomachs. Of course we gotta eat with satisfaction. Well, I do admit when I was younger, I would want to go to those posh restaurants, I want a person who drives, I would want my guy to buy presents for me because by doing all these, I would feel loved, papmered etc. But do they ever think that all these are all superficial? What's the point of having all those when anyone can do that for you?! I can buy presents, I can drive around, I can dine here and there. But what matters most is that, you know that the person truly love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, Terence and I do not dine and posh restaurants. WHY?! We are students and we get pocket money from our parents. I am not a shame that I go dutch with him. WHY?! Because, I have always been an independent person and I do not believe in having guys to pay for me. ( Reuben is the same, so is Dickson. ) I do not believe that I should rely on men. If I can't pay for MY BASIC MEALS, what makes me think that I can take care of myself?! Well, the only restaurants that Terence and I went was at Jack's Place, Crystal Jade and a buffet at Allson Hotel. And ALL these are all IMPROMPTU! Well, I rather have GOOD FOOD and sweat it out at a hawker centre rather then I eat at some restaurant, pay for the service charge, pay for the 7% GST, and then I am not sastified with the food. Honestly, Jack's Place do not serve fantastic food(Their standard is not consistent) and so far, only 2 outlets of Crystal Jade serves sastifactory food, that's Takashimaya and the Aiport outlet. Allson was kinda worth it la. For that amount of money and the quality of food. I think it was pretty okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in Singapore, where can u find REALLY GOOD FOOD at Restuarants? I mean, all food in ALMOST every Food Junction in Singapore are sucky! It would really worthy for me to go food hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a point in time when u feel that you are too contented with your life and you feel that you do not need anything more further. This is how I am feeling right now. I do not need anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, something happened that made me feel so god damn bimbotic! Here's the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: My bf knows about planes from young. It's his passion.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Okie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And I know how to differentshape a 777 and 747. 747's engine sounds shallower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: NO! It doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES! My boyfriend tells me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Errr... your bf doesn't fly commercial planes right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SHUT UP.The next day, I asked Terence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: eh... a 747's engine sounds shallower right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence: NO! 747 HAS 4 ENGINES!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHUT UP AGAIN! Wah Lau... I got my facts wrong. I remembered Terence told me about the comparision between a F5 and a F16! F5's engine sound shallower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU!!! WHAT A SHAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Terence and I watched many movies! (All in order!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096339887175095394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrnWIDW51GI/AAAAAAAACRg/3nHwiNuHAcE/s400/hp4thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say about Harry Potter?! It's so different from the story book. I'm not amazed at all. Rating: 2 out of 5 stars&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrnWHzW51FI/AAAAAAAACRY/A0yWFvXPSX0/s1600-h/PosterLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096339882880128082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrnWHzW51FI/AAAAAAAACRY/A0yWFvXPSX0/s400/PosterLarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, Black Sheep is totally a waste of time. Storyline predictable. Do not watch it if you just had your dinner. Rating: 1 out of 5 stars&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096339878585160770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrnWHjW51EI/AAAAAAAACRQ/il1bV0AQOYQ/s400/header_image.gif" border="0" /&gt;Simpsons is rather cool la. Not bad. Storyline is like so so. But it's funny! Rating: 3 out of 5 stars.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096340600139666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrnWxjW51II/AAAAAAAACRw/RlH5cqBwT9w/s400/alonethumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Coolness! Alone is fanastic. If you are a sucker for horror films, just like me, you will love it. Storyline is fantastic!!! Rating: 4 1/2 out of 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrnWIDW51HI/AAAAAAAACRo/S79AOdACMKM/s1600-h/img2536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096339887175095410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrnWIDW51HI/AAAAAAAACRo/S79AOdACMKM/s400/img2536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahas! Terence and I managed to catch the PREVIEW of The Secret. Marvellous. The storyline is fantastic. Love it! Rating: 4 out of 5. Do not ask me why 4 stars only. Maybe because I do not feel in place when I watched the movie. Just reminded me of someone. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Im hungry now and Im gonna continue reading my Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Eating and Reading. Hmmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-It seems that you are &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18265484-690804059426655571?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/690804059426655571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=690804059426655571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/690804059426655571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/690804059426655571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/childish-games-childish-thoughts.html' title='childish games, childish thoughts'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrnWIDW51GI/AAAAAAAACRg/3nHwiNuHAcE/s72-c/hp4thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3448980790979397581</id><published>2007-08-06T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:37:41.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week's overview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phew, Finally, I can set my painful ass down to blog about the past week. Well, this blog entry is gonna kill if.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU ARE HUNGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY1Sl2UVWI/AAAAAAAACRA/X_zq3cNeocw/s1600-h/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318621930149218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY1Sl2UVWI/AAAAAAAACRA/X_zq3cNeocw/s400/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HUGE WARNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY1Sl2UVXI/AAAAAAAACRI/Tun6Mib4HgU/s1600-h/DSC02139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318621930149234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY1Sl2UVXI/AAAAAAAACRI/Tun6Mib4HgU/s400/DSC02139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 2nd WARNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY02V2UVRI/AAAAAAAACQY/gRfovoQhibQ/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318136598844690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY02V2UVRI/AAAAAAAACQY/gRfovoQhibQ/s400/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AND THE LAST WARNING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! Ever wondered what was with all that money?! I FINALLY BOUGHT MY FENCING EQUIPMENT. ((: AND then... mummy bought this back one night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY02V2UVSI/AAAAAAAACQg/RtOCh4mOv0Q/s1600-h/DSC02141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318136598844706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY02V2UVSI/AAAAAAAACQg/RtOCh4mOv0Q/s400/DSC02141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0212UVUI/AAAAAAAACQw/FS5ImRYSWJM/s1600-h/DSC02143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318145188779330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0212UVUI/AAAAAAAACQw/FS5ImRYSWJM/s400/DSC02143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;READY?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here it goes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I hope Kim and Mat do not kill me for this. *evil grins*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318140893812018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY02l2UVTI/AAAAAAAACQo/lgG6ppFwlBg/s400/DSC02142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love the one with loads of almond nuts! THEY ROCK TO THE CORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be another round of food hunting.&lt;br /&gt;Terence and I went to Chicago's Steakhouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0212UVVI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Zwmz18G19FI/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095318145188779346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0212UVVI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Zwmz18G19FI/s400/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was too lazy to take photos la! I was concentrating more on the main courses! Well, We had cream of fish for our soup. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0c12UVMI/AAAAAAAACPw/Xje1S6wJ2Vo/s1600-h/DSC02148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095317698512180418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0c12UVMI/AAAAAAAACPw/Xje1S6wJ2Vo/s400/DSC02148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Terence's Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0c12UVNI/AAAAAAAACP4/2rsPQXQ4ydU/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095317698512180434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0c12UVNI/AAAAAAAACP4/2rsPQXQ4ydU/s400/DSC02149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I got my pay for my April's Loreal Show, I told Terence that I will treat him for dinner. A 7th month dinner treat. ((: As usual, I only took the main course. We had cream of veggie, and escargots for our appetizers. It was fab! Too bad, they do not have oysters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE HAD STEAKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0dF2UVOI/AAAAAAAACQA/gb_7H8rZ8bs/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095317702807147746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0dF2UVOI/AAAAAAAACQA/gb_7H8rZ8bs/s400/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0dF2UVPI/AAAAAAAACQI/hmjB7vokkPA/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095317702807147762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0dF2UVPI/AAAAAAAACQI/hmjB7vokkPA/s400/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food was fab. The outlet we went to was at Cineleisure. Before I left the restaurant, I told the people there... " You will definitely see us again, cos' we are gonna be regulars here!" We left some tips for them (Taking into account of the food). &lt;strong&gt;FAB MAN!&lt;/strong&gt; Chicago Steakhouse should give me some credit in helping them with an advertisement! AND... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACT:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The food in Chicago's Steakhouse is better than Jack's Place. PLUS, Chicago's cheaper too. They have a student's set meal at ONLY $5.90!!! (Lunch hours. Till 4pm only.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random Question:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember this candy?! It's so CHILDHOOD la! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0dV2UVQI/AAAAAAAACQQ/885a63m4GuE/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095317707102115074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY0dV2UVQI/AAAAAAAACQQ/885a63m4GuE/s400/DSC02151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, after my competition on Sat, I went to attend some concert with Terence. Apparently, it was Godwin's last concert. So... I went there to give my support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;too attracted&lt;/em&gt; to the little girl who is barely even Primary 1! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYze12UVHI/AAAAAAAACPI/raNcSMcVGRs/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095316633360290930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYze12UVHI/AAAAAAAACPI/raNcSMcVGRs/s400/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYzfF2UVII/AAAAAAAACPQ/dOZja-AZs68/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095316637655258242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYzfF2UVII/AAAAAAAACPQ/dOZja-AZs68/s400/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That sweetie pie cried after her performance. WHY?! Because her violin was out of tune and she wasn't satisfied with her performance. She's such a darling! I want to kidnap her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here comes ONE OF GODWIN'S PERFORMANCES:&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYzfF2UVJI/AAAAAAAACPY/QXfwLlVwXIw/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095316637655258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYzfF2UVJI/AAAAAAAACPY/QXfwLlVwXIw/s400/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pesta Sukan Fencing Championships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting Duxton Plain's Ladies Foil Team, entitled, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We and Our Retarded Smiles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYzfV2UVKI/AAAAAAAACPg/vzK2qrS6omw/s1600-h/DSC02169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095316641950225570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYzfV2UVKI/AAAAAAAACPg/vzK2qrS6omw/s400/DSC02169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYzfV2UVLI/AAAAAAAACPo/rer_fOmRxU8/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095316641950225586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYzfV2UVLI/AAAAAAAACPo/rer_fOmRxU8/s400/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYyjV2UVCI/AAAAAAAACOg/EZ1I1j67j1Q/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095315611158074402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYyjV2UVCI/AAAAAAAACOg/EZ1I1j67j1Q/s400/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, no more smiles for me, Judging from the picture below, I have bad fencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYykF2UVDI/AAAAAAAACOo/pVH9fZ693P0/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095315624042976306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYykF2UVDI/AAAAAAAACOo/pVH9fZ693P0/s400/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to tighten up those loose ends. *bleargh* MORE TRAINING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We fenced with St Margret's, RJC and then National Foil Team(Cheryl Wong, Ruth Ng, Serene Ser, Tay Yu Ling) in the Finals. Do you think that it was a victory?! *wide grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYykF2UVEI/AAAAAAAACOw/mcg8AGoLS7k/s1600-h/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095315624042976322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYykF2UVEI/AAAAAAAACOw/mcg8AGoLS7k/s400/DSC02190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; 2nd! MEANS WE LOST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last But Not least: Our medals and US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYykV2UVFI/AAAAAAAACO4/yhs-6MiXJh8/s1600-h/DSC02187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095315628337943634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYykV2UVFI/AAAAAAAACO4/yhs-6MiXJh8/s400/DSC02187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYykl2UVGI/AAAAAAAACPA/7Mjm3UYGryc/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095315632632910946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrYykl2UVGI/AAAAAAAACPA/7Mjm3UYGryc/s400/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, I didn't sleep a wink! Can't sleep. My entire body is aching! A huge blueblack on my left arm by a RJC girl, A strained back, A right index finger with 2 blisters, A right tensed shin, A right tensed hamstring, &lt;strong&gt;A SPRAINED LEFT ANKLE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, this explains why I can't sleep. Gotta rest before I start training. But before all these training, I need to see a doctor. Gonna see in a few hours time and turn up for school later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Honey for coming down for the event. Really appreciate your support. It means a lot to me. ((:&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/18265484-3448980790979397581?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3448980790979397581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3448980790979397581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3448980790979397581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3448980790979397581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/weeks-overview.html' title='A week&apos;s overview'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RrY1Sl2UVWI/AAAAAAAACRA/X_zq3cNeocw/s72-c/DSC02137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8839310580045682625</id><published>2007-08-02T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:53:18.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PayPerPost.</title><content type='html'>Please look at the title. What to you see?! payperpost. Well, to break it up so that some cocksters can see, it's Pay Per Post. Well, simply, you get paid for every post you write. These advertisements could be seen in some famous blogs. Example: &lt;a href="http://9eek9oddess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Estee Teo. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau! Do not ask me why I sign up for this. Simple shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You get paid to blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get so many other opportunites! There's a list of opportunites for you to take up. So how to this actually work?! First and foremost, there will be a criteria of the minimum requirements you need to meet. For example; the certain post that you are doing has to contain a MINIMUM of 200 words. You then submit your post and it will be reviewed. Usually, it will take 48 to 72 hours. Can't blame them right? They have so many posts to review. And then it will go into a second round of checking, IF it is approved, you get paid. However, there are always pros and cons. Nothing is free in this world! Sometimes, on shitty days (maybe), your posts get rejected. The reviewer will let you know the reason why your post is not approved. Well, you will then have another chance to re-submit your post. You make to make ammendents to your post of course! It is approved, then you get paid. If still rejected, *kwa kwa kwa* too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More money to earn = More money to save lor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to save up for my training and club fees in order to fence! At least I do not live off my parents for me to continue with what I wanna do. If I got extra money, spend lor! Go for shopping sprees or donate them to charity. I rather build up a charity fund for the Pilokee kids in Thailand. Hmmm... I'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you wanting for?! Sign up for &lt;a href="http://developer.payperpost.com/"&gt;payperpost&lt;/a&gt; now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/2zerlk" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/25ho73" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-8839310580045682625?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8839310580045682625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8839310580045682625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8839310580045682625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8839310580045682625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/payperpost.html' title='PayPerPost.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6484995842176462731</id><published>2007-07-31T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:51:58.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>I can't be how you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FAILED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tolerate.&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/18265484-6484995842176462731?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6484995842176462731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6484995842176462731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6484995842176462731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6484995842176462731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-6926955889832660718</id><published>2007-07-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:16:08.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learnt</title><content type='html'>Man... this weekend, I do not have Honeybunch by my side (which kinda make me feel uneasy.) I am so used to having him by my side. Maybe I think it's time for me to stop all those possession stuff. It's kinda saddening and disappointing that I was unable to see him. I did had plans to go out like today and tmr. Maybe I shall do so later on. I'll fly down today or tmr to get my equipment from flavia's place. I'm going for training on Tuesday. I have to prepare myself for the competition this coming saturday. PLUS, I have to repair my weapons. That means I am left with 3 days (inclusive of today) to purchase my equipment from Bukit Timah. So, this means I'm gonna do all these myself. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened this morning which woke me up feeling damn grouchy and irritated. The feeling of disappointment, unsatisfaction. I patted myself on the shoulder and told myself so cast the selfshness and the child-liked temper aside. I even comforted myself that Terence has been spending a lot of time with me for the past 7 months or so. And I couldn't be that selfish to have him only for myself. At times when I tried to push him away, he wouldn't go away because he wanted to spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR NOW, I am gonna learn how to do things without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts: (It's soooo true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When a girl is angry, don't ask her whats wrong. Think of the answeryourself. A girl doesn't like to say &lt;strong&gt;the reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u break a girl's heart, she&lt;strong&gt; still feels it&lt;/strong&gt; when you run into each other &lt;strong&gt;3 years later&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet, &lt;strong&gt;millions of things&lt;/strong&gt; are running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," or "it's okie" or "nevermind," after a few seconds, she is not at all fine, it's never okie and she does mind&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-6926955889832660718?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6926955889832660718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=6926955889832660718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6926955889832660718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/6926955889832660718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/lesson-learnt.html' title='lesson learnt'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4137137609041491909</id><published>2007-07-24T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:19:52.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laughs</title><content type='html'>I was surprised to receive a friendster message for &lt;strong&gt;MY BEST FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;, Stella, about 2 days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090769345325585410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RqYLv12UVAI/AAAAAAAACOQ/oX2p2LvACpc/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STELLA WANTS TO MODEL FOR LOREAL. CLASSIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though she has what it takes. Well, I would not say that I got what it takes to be a model. BUT, &lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; I do know that I am &lt;strong&gt;TALL.&lt;/strong&gt; I may have an ugly face. But then again, if I make it up to do hairshows, it shows that I am considered as a &lt;strong&gt;PASS.&lt;/strong&gt; Though some people will choose to say that people who select me are &lt;strong&gt;BLIND.&lt;/strong&gt; Then I must say that so many people are &lt;strong&gt;BLIND &lt;/strong&gt;and those people who critisise me are all &lt;strong&gt;NOT BLIND.&lt;/strong&gt; Get it?! Alright, ENOUGH OF ME. Super Big Digression!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My purpose of my post is about Stella. I wonder why she is sent me that msg. It's as if she will be&lt;strong&gt; CHOSEN.&lt;/strong&gt; Though she has reduced half the size. But I still doubt that she can walk on heels. Cos' I think she really &lt;strong&gt;CAN'T.&lt;/strong&gt; I saw her with heels before and it's totally &lt;strong&gt;OUTRAGEOUS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090774585185686546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RqYQg12UVBI/AAAAAAAACOY/PQgZ2d9-j-U/s400/730700647l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON A SIDE NOTE, I AM A HAPPY WOMAN!!!I'M GONNA TEAM UP WITH ANN AND FARAH FOR PESTA SUKAN. LADIES FOIL TEAM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4137137609041491909?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4137137609041491909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4137137609041491909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4137137609041491909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4137137609041491909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just For Laughs'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RqYLv12UVAI/AAAAAAAACOQ/oX2p2LvACpc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-163993774418148723</id><published>2007-07-23T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:10:56.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>"Life is full of ups and downs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After stopping training for 3 years, I've always thought that Fencing was a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After submitting my equipment list, I have always thought that I made a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just do not know why I have such a feeling. Maybe it's because I am afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;It's simply amazing how someone's excitement can influence your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's simply amazing that you are &lt;strong&gt;convinced,&lt;/strong&gt; but then &lt;strong&gt;not convinced&lt;/strong&gt; in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's simply amazing how you can &lt;strong&gt;pick yourself up so quickly yet fall at that very moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just an affection, a&lt;strong&gt; long lost feeling&lt;/strong&gt;, a dream or rather, a passion that&lt;strong&gt; NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; DIES?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090409465720886258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RqTEcF2UU_I/AAAAAAAACOI/PErWiMZIWXY/s400/alone_with_you_by_negateven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I hate swirling myself in circles. Or maybe I am not even motivated at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-163993774418148723?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/163993774418148723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=163993774418148723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/163993774418148723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/163993774418148723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RqTEcF2UU_I/AAAAAAAACOI/PErWiMZIWXY/s72-c/alone_with_you_by_negateven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4563476867672627177</id><published>2007-07-23T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:14:46.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>To: Ladies out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently seeking for 5 models to do a hair seminar.&lt;br /&gt;The criteria is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You must be AT LEAST 1.65m&lt;br /&gt;2) LONG hair&lt;br /&gt;3) You live in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that SIMPLE. Please do send me anemail at lyjclara@gmail.com if you have any queries, questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4563476867672627177?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4563476867672627177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4563476867672627177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4563476867672627177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4563476867672627177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/announcement.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-835216188920293141</id><published>2007-07-21T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:04:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleargh</title><content type='html'>Aiyo, It's like a boring Saturday afternoon. Alex brought his kids over and they WOKE ME UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BEAUTY SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice, I woke up feeling damn grouchy knowing that I do not have enough sleep. (Slept at 4am last night) Had lunch and did some changes to my blog template. (If you guys noticed. hmmmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is at the living room la! Watching horror movies. I'm feeling damn frustrated la! Terence is at Seletar, attending his ground school. ME?! Stuck without cigarettes! ARGHS! Luckily, no withdrawal symptoms! Well, I shall kiss Cigarettes goodbye in a couple of months to come. WHY?! Because.............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST ORDERED MY FENCING EQUIPMENT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that means.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM RESUMING TRAINING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can never explain how happy I am! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met new friends at FSI &amp;amp; ASC: Cheers Victoria and Nicolette! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gonna fetch Terence now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-835216188920293141?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/835216188920293141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=835216188920293141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/835216188920293141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/835216188920293141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/bleargh.html' title='bleargh'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-8909597804407004627</id><published>2007-07-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:33:44.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk tsk tsk.</title><content type='html'>Well, I wonder whether you guys can see the picture below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp98jySv_xI/AAAAAAAACOA/Kfs6F-Y4neA/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088923058189631250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp98jySv_xI/AAAAAAAACOA/Kfs6F-Y4neA/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*ROARS WITH LAUGHTER*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiyo! This anonymous person is BACK! Basically, SHE is so damn god funny! And not to forget that SHE simply loves the attention! This GIRL... siao one leh! SHE bored then SHE come and read my blog, (On account on that, I wanna say thank you to you &lt;s&gt;BABI&lt;/s&gt; BABE&lt;em&gt;-oOps.&lt;/em&gt; I never did know that &lt;strong&gt;my entries&lt;/strong&gt; entertain you. ) read already then SHE come and comment on my posts. When HER comment fail to be posted up, SHE has a PROBLEM because I moderate comments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, SHE claim that I &lt;strong&gt;might &lt;/strong&gt;not want people or rather the readers to know more about my secrets. It's like "huh?" (I'll give that puzzled face.) What's HER problem?! SHE pretend to know me SO WELL when SHE doesn't even know what my full name is. Once, SHE said that I was a slut and then SHE proceeded by saying that I SAID THAT PLACING ICE AT MY CHEEBYE IS SHIOK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think SHE doesn't study science and she is retarded. SHE doesn't have any idea that ice numbs our skin. How to feel shiok?! And I assuming I should be going like..."Aaaaaaa... I 'm having an Orgasm soon!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to moderate comments. MY PROBLEM LA! I LIKE LEH! WHY?! Cos' I choose what I like la. STUPID. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I ever have a chance to, I will pour &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT BOILING WATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; onto your Clitoris to let you feel the sensation. Then you let me know whether you feel damn god bloody shiok. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STUPID! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall not go down to HER level. I got better things to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GET A LIFE LA ANONYMOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-8909597804407004627?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8909597804407004627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=8909597804407004627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8909597804407004627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/8909597804407004627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk tsk tsk.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp98jySv_xI/AAAAAAAACOA/Kfs6F-Y4neA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4795032320127295499</id><published>2007-07-19T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:15:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Honeybunch.</title><content type='html'>Dear Honeybunch, as you are busy studying for your Air Law paper, I am blogging right here. Without a doubt, this post is for you, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have our downs in life. People around you will constantly remind you or rather constantly encourage you not to give up. I would say that I am in no position to claim that I do know how you feel, I understand you &lt;em&gt;blah blah&lt;/em&gt; because I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; in your shoes though I encounter similar experiences. But, I am here to listen, encourage you, give you the best I can and most importantly, stay and stick by you through your difficulties. Even if you want to stock up loads of Instant Noodles, I will get the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; NICEST&lt;/strong&gt; Instant Noodles as a part of encouragement for you. I will do my best to give you what I can as long as it is within my means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely great having to taste the greatness of success. However, the route to success is a learning process. Nothing ever comes easy. To succeed in something, there are bound to have obstacles. For now, your success would be obtaining your Private Pilot's License (PPL). Just like how you would want to take off a plane, you need to do your pre-flight checks. You gotta check the exterior and interior of the plane. Your instruments etc. and your taxi checks too right? The application is the same. You have to do your checks which is to pass your exams and then you can get your license and then you &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what I told you after I bought your Breitling watch for christmas?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Promise me that no matter what happens, what obstacles you face, you will never ever give up flying.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?! What's with telling me you give up studying for your Air Law paper?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by William Ellery Channing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Bunchie Bunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4795032320127295499?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4795032320127295499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4795032320127295499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4795032320127295499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4795032320127295499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-honeybunch.html' title='For Honeybunch.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7293315032584869893</id><published>2007-07-18T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:27:14.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue-Princess-iCy Angel's Blog</title><content type='html'>As shown in the post title: &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;iCy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;. -The colours are according to my imagination and perceptions of Blue, Princess, Icy and Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make this post a FULL BLAST ONE OKIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before her blog entry, let me show you guys some stuff about Stella's frendster profile. All these are coming from a 18 year old kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0iSySv_qI/AAAAAAAACNI/bl6rBCOA_oc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088260860131933858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0iSySv_qI/AAAAAAAACNI/bl6rBCOA_oc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088260868721868498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0iTSSv_tI/AAAAAAAACNg/N5hJ7m4K8D4/s400/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since she's a psychic, I think the deadnote book and a powers comes in &lt;strong&gt;a PAIR&lt;/strong&gt;. She wish she can KILL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND... what's up with her asking people who view her friendster profile whether they are JEALOUS?! JUST BECAUSE SHE HAVE A BIG ROOM?! FYI: Stella has a total of 4 captions in 4 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIFFERENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;angles of how her room looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0iTSSv_sI/AAAAAAAACNY/zY04PmvP8xI/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088260868721868482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0iTSSv_sI/AAAAAAAACNY/zY04PmvP8xI/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I think she edited this friendster caption :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0iTSSv_uI/AAAAAAAACNo/fTCZuPlY93E/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088260868721868514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0iTSSv_uI/AAAAAAAACNo/fTCZuPlY93E/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She added, "my hair la IMBECILE U!!~"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I really wonder WHY. Cos' at this certain point of time, Wei Lun and I were disturbing her, we started teasing her in a indirect manner that she proclaimed herself as a SUPERMODEL. So, I think she got OFFENDED, so, she added that SUPER CHIMOLOGY WORD: IMBECILE. Apparently, it's a MORE chimology word for STUPID. That shows how stupid she really is. She can't even BLOG PROPERLY FOR NUTS. I will prove it later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she do not want to meet ANY of her exs. JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL MADE OF PIG PIGGY JERK JERKY!!! hahahahas!!! I pity her ex-boyfriends and her current boyfriend! If I had a chance to, I will advice him NOT to break up with her. Because she will call him a PIG and a JERK if he becomes a past. It's like the pot calling the kettle black isn't it?! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088265627545632498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0moSSv_vI/AAAAAAAACNw/mtTf3crm8iI/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I do understand that Louispop is being a great friend there. But if I am Stella I wouldn't know if I wanna accept your help because I probably know that you are going or thinking of helping me and that I WILL CONSIDER YOUR OFFER. Please do not ask me how I know whether he or she has that intention. Isn't it obvious?! I HAVE PSYCHIC POWERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, speaking about WRITTEN &lt;s&gt;ENGLAND.&lt;/s&gt; ENGLISH. Stella would probably write ENGLAND. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088265631840599810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0moiSv_wI/AAAAAAAACN4/HWOue0xyqOs/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well, I think Stella doesn't know the difference of a WORD and a PHRASE. Well, maybe THAT WORD is XTREME. But it's so lame la! Speaking about writing a book... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some extracts from her blog: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He went off saying that he'll call me tonight. At last he called, and he ask about my well being and such. Weather I miss him or not but in a serious tone. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG! She can't spell WHETHER. And it's a shame that at an age of 18, she doesn't know the difference of WEATHER &amp; WHETHER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And trust me, HER JOKES THAT SHE CREATED IN HER BLOG ARE LAME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, I'm so so happy!!.. Am I really dreaming or have I died and gone to heaven... No1's gonna believe this for sure but it's true!! I had slimmed down more than 11kg in just four months!! My hip size have changed, from 37 to 32!! 5 inches!! It makes a huge difference!! I'm so happy.. gotta slim down more more... so I can be perfect for my sweetie.. Who have changed me so I could be a better person, as in not that i'm a bad person of course, but in a way that i'm more positive rather than being pessimistic... For him, I'm willing to do anything... Just like doing anything God wants me to do, for his words, for his grace, Cause wadever he wants me to do will be good, always...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG OMG OMG!!! SHE WANTS TO BE PERFECT FOR HER BOYFRIEND! AWWWW.... How sweet. I heard that she ate PILLS. Come on la. Some people debated that eating pills are against god natire. Cos' GOD creates you. Just like plastic surgery la. So, she can forego that belief (since she's such a stronger believer in god) just because she want to slim down. I wonder how much of a Bimbo she can be man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND AND AND... her post about TYPICAL EGOISTIC PEEPZ ON THE MOVE is so retarded la! She is like arrowing HERSELF. She RICH WHAT. PROUD SOMEMORE! I really do not know what's up with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most probably, she need to surrender herself to GOD and get GOD to give her a REALLY EXTREME MAKE OVER. tsk tsk tsk. Physically and Mentally. With this kind of mindset and written english, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE WANTS TO WRITE A BOOK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAM ON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAT HOPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I think Stella can't even be compared to &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;amp;uid=12896307"&gt;this girl &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you guys are sooooo interested, here is &lt;a href="http://blue-icyangel_stella.blogs.friendster.com/my_world/"&gt;BLUE-PRINCESS-ICY ANGEL'S BLOG.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: If I had a chance to, I will contact Xiaxue and place Stella's blog in her post(Creating e TOP 7 disgusting bloggers blog) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Stella, if you are reading this, the entire post is from yours truly. 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If you noticed, Bangs were long gone. It's back to my side parting. Well, last Friday, after bringing Jov and Ruyun for the LOREAL casting, Ruyun, Terence and I went to Barnone and Living Room. (Jov went to versus as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jov and Ruyun are set for a small hair seminar on the 25th of July. Well, I will be doing mine with Nicholas French this coming Sept. Jimmy told me that he will be doing soft curls for me. Man! I am freaking excited!!! But, I gotta wait till Sept. I PRAY that it doesn't clash with my birthday! *fingers cross*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first thing that caught my eye when I reach the table was this no smoking sign! SO CUTE CAN! Ruyun and I started taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196985378307682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzoMySv_mI/AAAAAAAACMo/RRFAbaOwtn0/s400/DSC02077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pamela had a little of her Vodka left. So we finished her bottle up. But I was a cheater bug. I gave mine to Terence. (I can't drink la! *winks*)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196989673274994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzoNCSv_nI/AAAAAAAACMw/pL6hpkAi9ZI/s400/DSC02079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's how Barnone looks like.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196371197984306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznpCSv_jI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Ei52ca3R1mc/s400/DSC02086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's when all the cam-whoring kicks in:&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzoMSSv_kI/AAAAAAAACMY/SNWWsrbUpAU/s1600-h/254508613l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196976788373058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzoMSSv_kI/AAAAAAAACMY/SNWWsrbUpAU/s400/254508613l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzoNySv_oI/AAAAAAAACM4/dz0T3D9nqOE/s1600-h/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088197002558176898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzoNySv_oI/AAAAAAAACM4/dz0T3D9nqOE/s400/DSC02080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznoCSv_fI/AAAAAAAACLw/BS8YeMXVo4M/s1600-h/DSC02081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196354018115058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznoCSv_fI/AAAAAAAACLw/BS8YeMXVo4M/s400/DSC02081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznoSSv_gI/AAAAAAAACL4/VrwLUpDB8XQ/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196358313082370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznoSSv_gI/AAAAAAAACL4/VrwLUpDB8XQ/s400/DSC02082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznoiSv_hI/AAAAAAAACMA/hGHnxsZTu14/s1600-h/DSC02083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196362608049682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznoiSv_hI/AAAAAAAACMA/hGHnxsZTu14/s400/DSC02083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out the retarded face of mine in the above picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznpCSv_iI/AAAAAAAACMI/U4dtPbWkSUo/s1600-h/DSC02084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196371197984290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznpCSv_iI/AAAAAAAACMI/U4dtPbWkSUo/s400/DSC02084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznGySv_aI/AAAAAAAACLI/uJNNIPTKqeg/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195782787464610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznGySv_aI/AAAAAAAACLI/uJNNIPTKqeg/s400/DSC02087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried kissing her and I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznHCSv_bI/AAAAAAAACLQ/3aE08DZOLZI/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195787082431922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznHCSv_bI/AAAAAAAACLQ/3aE08DZOLZI/s400/DSC02088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And she kissed me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Barnone's and Living Room's boss, Marco Noel bought 3 of us drinks at the Living Room. Ruyun had Sex on the beach(on the rocks), I had Lychee Martini and Terence had Erdinger Dark. Well, I learnt a fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lychee Martini was Living Room's creation and everyone started copying it!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Marco winks at the bartender when he was ordering our drinks. MAN! Wonder what he was up to. Not till I tasted my Lychee Martini. Wow! The taste was excellent la! It tasted so god damn different from the other Lychee Martinis you drink from other pubs or clubs! &lt;strong&gt;FANTASIC!&lt;/strong&gt; 4 of us chatted for a while and we went down to Barnone again. This time, we open a bottle Chivas. I do not mean &lt;strong&gt;WE but Pamela.&lt;/strong&gt; WAH LAU! I feel damn bad la! We took Pamela's bottle again. &lt;strong&gt;(Pamela, if you are reading this, thanks alright, I will make up for it one day. hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznHCSv_cI/AAAAAAAACLY/lXp0epOygvU/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195787082431938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznHCSv_cI/AAAAAAAACLY/lXp0epOygvU/s400/DSC02089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, let's check out the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HIGH&lt;/span&gt; shots.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088196981083340370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzoMiSv_lI/AAAAAAAACMg/Gt-qblCfpx8/s400/462962920l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt; till I lose my virginity: LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As what Mr Eddie Yong said: THE 3 BITCHES OF PRCS. (Unforunately, it's only 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What happens when we are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIGH?!&lt;/span&gt; We do &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY STUFF!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznHSSv_dI/AAAAAAAACLg/NQwEIXCvg5s/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195791377399250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznHSSv_dI/AAAAAAAACLg/NQwEIXCvg5s/s400/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE FRENCH EACH OTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznHiSv_eI/AAAAAAAACLo/DyuaMPE4DFY/s1600-h/DSC02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195795672366562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpznHiSv_eI/AAAAAAAACLo/DyuaMPE4DFY/s400/DSC02092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS THE SHOT BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, Ruyun said that it's gonna be a BIG WOOO-HA here. I cross my fingers and I hope it will not. Furthermore, I can say that the popularity of my blog is low. So, I think I can afford to risk the above picture. And if anyone &lt;strong&gt;DARES&lt;/strong&gt; to blackmail me with the above picture, I would like to tell you that: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;TERENCE WAS THE ONE THAT TOOK THE PICS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, no one can blackmail me la cos' I think this is the only way someone would wanna blackmail me. To add on, I am not a RICH KID. I would not be able to pay up if anyone decides to blackmail me. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Saturday, Terence and I went to Tanjong Pagar to attend some Private Diploma Preview and we headed for the Singapore Arts Museum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A couple of photos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmmSSv_VI/AAAAAAAACKg/jGhasyUaOak/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195224441716050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmmSSv_VI/AAAAAAAACKg/jGhasyUaOak/s400/DSC02100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmmiSv_WI/AAAAAAAACKo/j44hMz0VF4E/s1600-h/DSC02101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmmySv_XI/AAAAAAAACKw/aDFjn0RCBjY/s1600-h/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195233031650674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmmySv_XI/AAAAAAAACKw/aDFjn0RCBjY/s400/DSC02103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmnCSv_YI/AAAAAAAACK4/Lvw1WwVHWj4/s1600-h/DSC02104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195237326617986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmnCSv_YI/AAAAAAAACK4/Lvw1WwVHWj4/s400/DSC02104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmnSSv_ZI/AAAAAAAACLA/zA6LGkub-GQ/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195241621585298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmnSSv_ZI/AAAAAAAACLA/zA6LGkub-GQ/s400/DSC02105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmEiSv_QI/AAAAAAAACJ4/BbjinddKM1Q/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088194644621131010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmEiSv_QI/AAAAAAAACJ4/BbjinddKM1Q/s400/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmEySv_RI/AAAAAAAACKA/izzIQ8KgyGA/s1600-h/DSC02107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088194648916098322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmEySv_RI/AAAAAAAACKA/izzIQ8KgyGA/s400/DSC02107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmFCSv_SI/AAAAAAAACKI/aMyOBYt_Xeg/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088194653211065634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmFCSv_SI/AAAAAAAACKI/aMyOBYt_Xeg/s400/DSC02109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmFCSv_TI/AAAAAAAACKQ/A9qKY2NnLM8/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088194653211065650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmFCSv_TI/AAAAAAAACKQ/A9qKY2NnLM8/s400/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmFSSv_UI/AAAAAAAACKY/8HUXQ9JhgNk/s1600-h/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088194657506032962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzmFSSv_UI/AAAAAAAACKY/8HUXQ9JhgNk/s400/DSC02111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzlMSSv_MI/AAAAAAAACJY/TyErT4BaKys/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193678253489346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzlMSSv_MI/AAAAAAAACJY/TyErT4BaKys/s400/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzlMiSv_NI/AAAAAAAACJg/c6orP5-i050/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193682548456658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzlMiSv_NI/AAAAAAAACJg/c6orP5-i050/s400/DSC02117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzlMiSv_OI/AAAAAAAACJo/SdllQMKgqCM/s1600-h/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193682548456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzlMiSv_OI/AAAAAAAACJo/SdllQMKgqCM/s400/DSC02119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzlMySv_PI/AAAAAAAACJw/EvRdN7CVGUg/s1600-h/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193686843423986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzlMySv_PI/AAAAAAAACJw/EvRdN7CVGUg/s400/DSC02120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He simply love pointing at&lt;strong&gt; BALLS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzktSSv_GI/AAAAAAAACIo/ctQzkriVJhw/s1600-h/DSC02121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193145677544546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzktSSv_GI/AAAAAAAACIo/ctQzkriVJhw/s400/DSC02121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND HE SIMPLE LOVES STUFFING HIS HEAD IN BETWEEN &lt;strong&gt;BALLS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, this is my current addiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzktiSv_HI/AAAAAAAACIw/IMrKGWWkD7w/s1600-h/DSC02122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193149972511858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzktiSv_HI/AAAAAAAACIw/IMrKGWWkD7w/s400/DSC02122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzktySv_II/AAAAAAAACI4/frxm_390QP4/s1600-h/DSC02123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193154267479170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzktySv_II/AAAAAAAACI4/frxm_390QP4/s400/DSC02123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And elmo's my best friend. Terence got it 2 weeks back from a Pasar Malam after winning some game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzkuCSv_JI/AAAAAAAACJA/5PsLWmE5x0w/s1600-h/DSC02124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193158562446482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzkuCSv_JI/AAAAAAAACJA/5PsLWmE5x0w/s400/DSC02124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that boy bought a HUGE Hello Kitty Towel for me that accompanys me to bed everynight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I received an email. There's a clearance sale. Anyone wanna go with me?! ((: Call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzkuSSv_KI/AAAAAAAACJI/AzcnowfQNOY/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088193162857413794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzkuSSv_KI/AAAAAAAACJI/AzcnowfQNOY/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0X5SSv_pI/AAAAAAAACNA/wjlyjr__xpw/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088249426928991890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Rp0X5SSv_pI/AAAAAAAACNA/wjlyjr__xpw/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt; -He simply knows how to make me smile. I love you honeybunch!&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/18265484-4533447204121510490?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4533447204121510490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4533447204121510490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4533447204121510490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4533447204121510490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/bangs-history.html' title='bangs&apos; a HISTORY.'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/RpzoMySv_mI/AAAAAAAACMo/RRFAbaOwtn0/s72-c/DSC02077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-7416566718691337798</id><published>2007-07-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:00:43.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY HELL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M HAVING FUCKING HELL LOADS OF RUNS AND A PAINFUL STOMACH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somebody hear my cries!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I so love mee soto and&lt;strong&gt; LOADS OF CHILLI&lt;/strong&gt;, I am staying away from them. Cos' they are making me &lt;strong&gt;feel sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;AND.... I AM GONNA CURSED THAT PERSON WHO LAUGHED NON STOP WHEN I SAID I WANTED TO SHIT! COS' I TOLD THAT PERSON THAT I PROMISE TO CURSE THAT PERSON IF I EVER HAVE RUNS!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the school's E1 canteen, Nasi Padang Stall's food management is fucking poor. I had runs after taking in their food on &lt;strong&gt;2 OCCASIONS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COINCIDENCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I currently have 2 posts pending. I hope it will be a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I'll be keeping my fingers cross for tmr's analogue UT!&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/18265484-7416566718691337798?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7416566718691337798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=7416566718691337798' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7416566718691337798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/7416566718691337798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/bloody-hell.html' title='BLOODY HELL!!!'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-1996582143432109997</id><published>2007-07-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:04:03.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONER</title><content type='html'>I OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED THAT I AM A GONER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHS! I failed my Digital UT la! I got an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;for it. I SAY LIAO! I HATE ELECTRONICS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tmr's circuit. and I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good cooking makes a relationship work." That phrase was part of Class95 love songs trailer. Well, Terence was laughing and agreeing to it. And I wonder,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "what if I could not cook" "what if I have bad cooking?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Does that mean my relationship won't work?! Funny eh! Well, I found something interesting about someone and I am gonna place it in my "THE BIG FACTOR" segment. I need some time with it la. TOO BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED A BRAIN OF TERENCE NG. THE PERSON WHO DIDN'T STUDY FOR BIOMEDICAL INSTRUMENTATION AND HE FREAKING GOT A B!!!&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/18265484-1996582143432109997?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1996582143432109997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=1996582143432109997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1996582143432109997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/1996582143432109997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/goner.html' title='GONER'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-4180806364296194349</id><published>2007-07-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:58:58.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world</title><content type='html'>THE WORLD IS DAMN SMALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got loads to blog about. Well, before touching on the &lt;em&gt;small world topic&lt;/em&gt;... I have to say that I went out with mum and Terence yesterday and bought a Coach Sunglass. Dad bought me that sunglass. I am so happy. It fucking gorgeous man! I am happy woman la. And Terence bought a TUMI bag. So, we are the TUMI people. And how irony la... TUMI carry Pilot's bag... He looks like a pilot when he carry that bag and I DO NOT look like a FEMALE PILOT. Okay all the designer stuff aside okie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertaining to the topic, well, It was really a&lt;strong&gt; SMALL WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, after getting to know Terence, I feel that the world is getting smaller and smaller. Kim used to &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; this girl name Clarissa WHO is a person that Terence do not like as well. I remembered quarrelling with this girl. (She's EXACTLY LIKE ANOTHER STELLA LA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clarissa: Why you ka my lan jiao wei behind my back?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(why did you talk behind my back?)&lt;/em&gt; ( she shouted at Kim and I was in conference mode. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kim: who say? Which ear you hear?&lt;/span&gt; (They were quarrelling non-stop and I was DAMN GOD PISSED OFF! I FUCKED her upside down. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: eh... you got a problem with my sister is it?! I am Tampines now. You got problem... you come down and find me... I WAIT FOR YOU HERE. WANT A NOT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clarissa: Who are you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Why do you bother to know who I am?! You got guts, you come down and look for me. I am at Tampines Mall now. I'll wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation carried on... and she did not turn up. Luckily I did not wait la. I gave her my hp number somemore okie! And if you must know, she is like Stella, she has BLOCKAGE OF FATS. Then again, I saw Stella the other day and she slimmed down. Story later next time okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... then... my childhood friend, Jovanna is Terence best budd schoolmate. See la. And how Terence's buddy, Leonard and Jovanna met?! They met because of A PHYSICS TEXTBOOK. Small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TODAY... I went out with Terence's family for dinner. I was about to go to the ladies when.... I SAW MY MUM. And my mum met his parents. I can't explain the feeling. It's easier to strike 4 Digits compared to the parents meeting each other la! I HOPE I STRIKE 4 D THIS WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, regarding Stella, I saw a drastic increase in my blog views and someone told me about this blog being spread like wildfire. &lt;strong&gt;I WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL THE READERS LA! ((:&lt;/strong&gt; Please do continue to pop by okie?! The Big Factor segment is truly NON-FICTION. And... I will consolidate everything cos' I think there are some posts that I missed out. Currently there are only FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;UPDATED: I UPDATED THE SEGMENT WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;NEWS FLASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys wanna know something.... CLARSSIA AND STELLA HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON. THEY ARE FAT. I mean.. come on la, &lt;strong&gt;IT'S NOT A CRIME BEING FAT.&lt;/strong&gt; But some people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRY TOO HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TO BE POPULAR IN THE WRONG WAY, KNOWING THAT THEY ARE AT&lt;strong&gt; A DISADVANTAGE&lt;/strong&gt;. tsk tsk tsk. Maybe they have too much fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FATS BLOCKAGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates soon. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: If you guys do not like someone, tell me know okie? &lt;a href="mailto:lyjclara@hotmail.com"&gt;lyjclara@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; I see what NON-FICTION STORIES I CAN COME UP WITH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-4180806364296194349?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4180806364296194349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=4180806364296194349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4180806364296194349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/4180806364296194349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a small world'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18265484.post-3762465115890417554</id><published>2007-07-08T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T11:54:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory lanes</title><content type='html'>My thoughts (though they often run wild), my actions, the way I react to certain situations in my daily life, and most importantly, REMINISING. I can't help it. I am still a human afterall. I know that HE will definitely get mad. Feel inferior. But whenever that dawns upon me, I just hope that I have amnesia. The most significant memory that was imprinted in me for a couple of years, surprisingly do not feel tormenting nor sore anymore. It isn't as raw as how I thought it was. This was something I wrote 2 years back: &lt;a href="http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-still-haunting-me.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a long journey. For now, I just turn back and smile at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Mr Ridwan's father furneral. Well, it's not shocking on how short life is. But it's not stalled in us to slow down and spend more time with our loved ones. Comparing the fast pace of life we have in Singapore to other developing countries, we are way too far. How many of us actually take a step slower, look back and think about stuff?! I read a book that Siti compiled for me and I am so shocked of how much I've changed and I am starting to love myself a few years back cos' I feel that my softer side is more mature. But people all do change right?! I admit that I do not think about stuff anymore cos' I am too tired everyday. But I guess that's not an excuse right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask me the point of this post. I have no idea why I am typing this too. I am TOO RANDOM. Well, I admit that certain thoughts leave a scar there. A very deep scar. And I also admit that I fear that I will fall back to how it was in the first place. YES. I am afraid that by seeing some things, I will fall back. I do not need someone to blame me and leave me alone. Cos' at this point of time, with all the installed fear, I really do need someone who will be there for me and tell me and enlightened me and remind me constantly not to fall back. I feel like a kid but I do admit that I'm fragile when it all comes to these. Somtimes I wished that I was dead or rather I wish that someone was dead OR I wish I had amnesia. On a side note, scientists are researching on a pill that allow us to lose certain bad memories in our life. IF IT IS EVER SUCCESSFUL, I WILL BE THE ONE TO TAKE IT MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only me, but Jovanna is going through a hard time as well. It really suck when the person you love the most leaves you. Like for instance, she got over Calvin and Desmond entered her life shortly and things happen, and now, it's gone with the wind. I imagine me in her shoes, if Terence were to leave me after forgetting someone. I will DEFINITELY GO CRAZY. And feel that the whole world would be crashing on me. Poor girl. Give me a ring if you need anything okie? Even if it's for you to drown your sorrows, I will be there. ((: Best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Ro5Ywtxc8EI/AAAAAAAACIg/GoB9PpAIuO4/s1600-h/Snow_in_Budapest_by_hbrodsly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084098623291846722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Ro5Ywtxc8EI/AAAAAAAACIg/GoB9PpAIuO4/s400/Snow_in_Budapest_by_hbrodsly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-In life, what is meant to be yours, will forever be yours, it would not run away from you even if you have to wait for a few decades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18265484-3762465115890417554?l=claralicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3762465115890417554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18265484&amp;postID=3762465115890417554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3762465115890417554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18265484/posts/default/3762465115890417554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claralicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/memory-lanes.html' title='memory lanes'/><author><name>Ms Claralicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811909808093166596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c135/redoceanbutterfly/DSC01987.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pBUTD0oriHQ/Ro5Ywtxc8EI/AAAAAAAACIg/GoB9PpAIuO4/s72-c/Snow_in_Budapest_by_hbrodsly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
