<?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-786423584744257049</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:42:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my world now</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5429737349398355502</id><published>2009-06-09T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:18:40.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love's a game. And we're all just victims of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, there is probably no such thing as a fairytale romance like those in idol dramas. Maybe there is, but the question is... Will it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been going through some hard times and I know my other friends have been too. All of us, affected by what we define to be love. Our relationships which came crumbling down on us despite everything we've put in. We sacrificed so much just for it to last but somehow... It just isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the strongest of all relationships, there will be problems and sometimes, our hearts might get broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is completely free. Everybody who experiences love will experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;But what doesn't kill us, writes our song...&lt;br /&gt;It only makes us stronger at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;It only makes us better people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to you cousin H.&lt;br /&gt;*hug* I'm so sorry. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5429737349398355502?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5429737349398355502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5429737349398355502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5429737349398355502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5429737349398355502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/06/loves-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-858801024656923436</id><published>2009-06-05T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:11:18.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just fuck this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-858801024656923436?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/858801024656923436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=858801024656923436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/858801024656923436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/858801024656923436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-just-fuck-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2191718338750895432</id><published>2009-06-01T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:43:09.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch my heart break into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it mend itself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this cycle ever end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holidays baby. You know what this means?&lt;br /&gt;It's June. I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiOPgTgZ40I/AAAAAAAACzQ/juvcd-5Ggok/s1600-h/Picture+0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiOPgTgZ40I/AAAAAAAACzQ/juvcd-5Ggok/s320/Picture+0269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342271368146314050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;act cute in class. btw, the thing on my head belongs to brainless. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiOPgGr5xKI/AAAAAAAACzI/X6CLZlpoh60/s1600-h/Picture+0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiOPgGr5xKI/AAAAAAAACzI/X6CLZlpoh60/s320/Picture+0271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342271364704879778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's bff, Pan Zi &amp;amp; Serene. Afiq is the guy in stripes. He saw that I was taking photos with my webcam already.&lt;br /&gt;BFF is damn cute right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiOPfweZLVI/AAAAAAAACzA/O5rjgD818Rs/s1600-h/Picture+0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiOPfweZLVI/AAAAAAAACzA/O5rjgD818Rs/s320/Picture+0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342271358742637906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BFF, Serene &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our maths group on Friday together with Alberto &amp;amp; Afiq. (:&lt;br /&gt;This group is awesome because of Pan Zi &amp;amp; Albert who are equally good in Maths. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost the entire Friday hugging Pan Zi. During presentation, can still hug! ^^&lt;br /&gt;She's extremely cute, like some sort of doll that I want to kidnap and bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, she's only a friend. If my daughter were like her, I think I'll be higher than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this remind you of secondary twooooooooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw, the Great Singapore Sale has started. Are you feeling as good as I am?&lt;br /&gt;I've already got my eye on two dresses. I've got my eye on leggings too (mainly because there is hole in my leggings)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm broke but I just cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh. Good news. I met Jun Long! :D&lt;br /&gt;This one is coincidence. We live just 9 blocks apart and we actually met at Gombak mrt on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;When the train passed, we instantly recognised eachother.&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling towards IMM &amp;amp; he was going to JP for work.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we had a short chat &amp;amp; yeah, he's really happy for me because I made it to RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're confused, Jun Long &amp;amp; I used to work together at Isetan. I remember that he always used to hang out with me even though I was a year younger. He doesn't like hanging around people our age and he doesn't really like the rest. I'm just one of those few.&lt;br /&gt;He's from Unity Sec &amp;amp; I'm from Kranji Sec.&lt;br /&gt;He failed EL. I failed Maths &amp;amp; Sci.&lt;br /&gt;He's really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Really, I swear. We're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fated to be friends&lt;/span&gt;. 8D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he is in NYP &amp;amp; I'm in RP. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;And he's so happy that I managed to score a B4 for my maths now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss him. I also miss the rest of them, so don't just assume anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2191718338750895432?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2191718338750895432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2191718338750895432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2191718338750895432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2191718338750895432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-my-heart-break-into-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiOPgTgZ40I/AAAAAAAACzQ/juvcd-5Ggok/s72-c/Picture+0269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5906106088222752990</id><published>2009-05-31T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:37:52.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from the same old symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or are you suffering too?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it, because I know I do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5906106088222752990?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5906106088222752990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5906106088222752990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5906106088222752990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5906106088222752990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-suffering-from-same-old-symptoms.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-1068918116058779840</id><published>2009-05-31T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:42:46.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiIAuBb6p7I/AAAAAAAACy4/P5RtMn482W8/s1600-h/Picture+0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiIAuBb6p7I/AAAAAAAACy4/P5RtMn482W8/s320/Picture+0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341832898674337714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got new glasses. Love it. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's like my old goggles except it's much cuter because I don't look as geeky as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. Duh, because previously... I used to wear braces and I looked horrible then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already realised, I've starting using more vulgarities than usual. Something must be wrong with me because I'm usually not that vulgar. I need to stop before it becomes a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I actually asked beng to teach me some hokkien words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zoned out way too many times this week.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met Mr. Irrinoying. (I seem to bump into him almost everyday.)&lt;br /&gt;Then, last weekend, the vase decided to fall. If I wasn't sitting down, then I would have died.&lt;br /&gt;Now the flowers are gone. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there are other things to be happy about. Like for example, UT is over. Well, not. UGHHHHHHHH! We have cognitive retest because of the stupid technical errors! ):&lt;br /&gt;That's so unfortunate for us isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Must have been because of Gilbert. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So maybe not, but I'm still happy about other things. (:&lt;br /&gt;Like how Xiao Jie found her wallet &amp;amp; how Nikki managed to find her phone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; how I managed to find my adapter too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the kranji people won't know who is who. So, I'll webcam with them once school reopens so you know! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the midgets &amp;amp; savanca. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays already!!!!! Camp's on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-1068918116058779840?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1068918116058779840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=1068918116058779840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1068918116058779840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1068918116058779840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-new-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SiIAuBb6p7I/AAAAAAAACy4/P5RtMn482W8/s72-c/Picture+0267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-77481172064859689</id><published>2009-05-30T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:19:17.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there, shut the fuck up and you shouted at me?!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I never did anything wrong and I havent even been home the past few days to have any healthy interaction with the rest of you and bloody hell. This is what I fucking get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCB.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for camp. 3 days of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Tmr got some CCC thingy with parents.&lt;br /&gt;CCB.&lt;br /&gt;I never say I want them to go. Don't assume. I said I want you to come instead of him. Not the same as YOU must go..&lt;br /&gt;They write HOPE. Not the same as MUST.&lt;br /&gt;English fail is it? Oh wait, I forgot. They did fail their English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault la.&lt;br /&gt;I take one look at the dumb shit letter and I know it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;CCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-77481172064859689?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/77481172064859689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=77481172064859689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/77481172064859689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/77481172064859689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-did-i-do-i-just-sat-there-shut.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5200720792798516110</id><published>2009-05-27T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:09:07.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear broken heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was this the path that we always wanted to go? Because right now I feel so lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nightmare isn't over at all.&lt;br /&gt;I saw some of them, tried being friendly and all but sometimes I'm so stupid because I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday night, I saw Saiful. A lot of wonderful childhood memories came flooding back to me. I wanted to say Hi but I was too shy and we all know that I definitely won't ask him how he's doing. Instead I'll ask about someone else. (I saw his mom the other day.)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. They're bffs. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I miss them. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met Zane, who happens to be Hanis' friend. Cool right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Zane from my primary school. That one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, meeting the class on Friday because of ZX. No money for his bday present because I'm buying Nigel &amp;amp; Pan Zi's cake first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. Kelvin &amp;amp; Pan Zi are my bff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5200720792798516110?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5200720792798516110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5200720792798516110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5200720792798516110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5200720792798516110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-broken-heart-was-this-path-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6626491457678618556</id><published>2009-05-25T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:27:24.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ShqzHfz6G8I/AAAAAAAACyw/sILQWJlg99I/s1600-h/Picture+0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ShqzHfz6G8I/AAAAAAAACyw/sILQWJlg99I/s320/Picture+0237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339777249580817346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me little dolly, why are you so scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6626491457678618556?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6626491457678618556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6626491457678618556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6626491457678618556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6626491457678618556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/tell-me-little-dolly-why-are-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ShqzHfz6G8I/AAAAAAAACyw/sILQWJlg99I/s72-c/Picture+0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-1796069964474603571</id><published>2009-05-23T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:28:20.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of moving back to LJ.&lt;br /&gt;I want. I need.&lt;br /&gt;Privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my occasional rubbish here though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-1796069964474603571?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1796069964474603571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=1796069964474603571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1796069964474603571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1796069964474603571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-im-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-4984772149812931330</id><published>2009-05-22T06:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:47:49.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you think I'll make it out of this 22nd alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-4984772149812931330?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4984772149812931330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=4984772149812931330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4984772149812931330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4984772149812931330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-think-ill-make-it-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7616376344325247548</id><published>2009-05-20T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:17:42.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School. School. School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish = rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer training tomorrow. Fuck. Lazy. Shit. UT.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that I must do a lot of pumpings and everything. Confirm my fat ass cannot take it. ):&lt;br /&gt;Stretching, cardio, crunches. Tones up my body. Within weeks, I'll look good in a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tmr. It's like midnight already.&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I can't. Something is keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;Not nightmares. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not from Elm Street. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got good news for myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;Which also means bad news for myself because I'll be stuck with uhh... Ahem. Yeah. The class knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UT tmr. Not studying.&lt;br /&gt;Seniors said nothing to study, so not studying. :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7616376344325247548?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7616376344325247548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7616376344325247548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7616376344325247548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7616376344325247548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/school.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6791731981454235992</id><published>2009-05-18T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:28:30.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The hugest argument a week ago. ):&lt;br /&gt;And that's when it all began...&lt;br /&gt;If only it had not happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at home bored and everything because I pon school today. Listening to all the painfully beautiful songs playing on the blog as I stare at my computer screen and keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, I continue to emo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go to school because I was late. Don't want to leave my house cause it will trigger back all those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired and too sick of entertaining all of them thoughts. If this goes on, I'll probably die of exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like those kids from Nightmare on Elm Street. Except, I'm not terrified of Freddy. I'm terrified of you. Funny, you won't kill me in my sleep but... You'll.... You'll scare everything out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sigh. Leaving for town at around 1pm. Slack, eat &amp;amp; then head off to meet Val(maybe). And maybe go to JP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's been having bad hair days all week. ):&lt;br /&gt;Funny roots. Funny hair.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to get clarifying shampoo because of my roots. ):&lt;br /&gt;No purple hair anytime soon. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my eye candy is in school today &amp;amp; I'm not. Arghhh. Nvm. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;There's always tmr, Wednesday &amp;amp; the rest of the stupid week.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope I don't meet him on the streets today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6791731981454235992?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6791731981454235992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6791731981454235992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6791731981454235992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6791731981454235992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/hugest-argument-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8113958608045461809</id><published>2009-05-16T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:09:19.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fourth week of school is over and done with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's around 12 weeks until semester break and 2 weeks until the short vacation. Oh how fast time seems to fly. I never thought that poly life would fly this fast. I still cannot decide if it's good or bad because there's too many things to think about. Like, my eyecandy etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, in case you wanted to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP is not helping me change my bad habit of coming to school late. I've been late for almost an entire week already. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late almost everyday this week. The only day I was not late was the day I pon school and came after school. I was actually late for Maths but I'm lucky that my faci didn't really notice that I was super late. That's just how late I am. And btw, my class is predicting that I'll confirm be late and will reach class at 8.45am. Yeah, you see. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm always late. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. With the auditions &amp;amp; me blacking out.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it, if that's what you wanted to know. OH well. The competition's just too good. And I know I sucked right from the start. So, what else do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did &lt;s&gt;black out.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happened that I decided to pon cheer training on Wednesday. When I got home, after showering &amp;amp; everything... I just fainted on my bed. Did not even complete my RJ. Gilbert's bound to give me a D or F but do I look like I care? No.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Back to the fainting.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because I did over work my body for the past few days and yes, I was dehydrated so that's why...&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least... I didn't cough out blood. Even if I did, bet you wouldn't have rushed by my side. Instead you'll just watch as I cough and choke on my own blood and die.&lt;br /&gt;*watches the scene*&lt;br /&gt;Eh, it's actually quite a nice scene. Dying because you choked on your blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there was drama.&lt;br /&gt;My name is now Kissmelah Gila. Diva wanted to give me some Anastacia name but I disliked it so he wanted to call me Kisstina Aguilera but I decided to change it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Kissmelah Gila&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ah Tail Feather Neutron! That's Diva's new name!&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, how many names and nicknames do I have? Tsk. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other nickname is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;neopets&lt;/span&gt;. All Ryan's fault. Wth right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, eyecandy time has been good. We've been progressing well.&lt;br /&gt;Should I do a level up?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure. I'm not ready for anything yet because of you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of you know what.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new keyboard because my keyboard is spoiled. And just last year, around this time, we changed the keyboard. Ohhh. Too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought my RHS around this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, time flies doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough emo time. I can't keep thinking of that. It will consume me soon and I can't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I've completed watching Nightmare on Elm Street. Classic! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DMC, the anime. I couldn't stop laughing like a kuku throughout the entire drama.&lt;br /&gt;And my com has just finished DL-ing X Family episode 46-50! 5 more episodes left now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8113958608045461809?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8113958608045461809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8113958608045461809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8113958608045461809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8113958608045461809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/fourth-week-of-school-is-over-and-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6303429195160262561</id><published>2009-05-12T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:09:30.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SgmBOSdsDhI/AAAAAAAACyo/cKT0dPU_myw/s1600-h/Picture+0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SgmBOSdsDhI/AAAAAAAACyo/cKT0dPU_myw/s320/Picture+0216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334937316071575058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that ducky face? Does it remind you of anything?&lt;br /&gt;Of the times we walked from one end to the other and when I'll act cute just because...&lt;br /&gt;You'll never complain but you'll just smile to yourself. That silly smile of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away. Now. Far far far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6303429195160262561?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6303429195160262561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6303429195160262561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6303429195160262561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6303429195160262561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/see-that-ducky-face-does-it-remind-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SgmBOSdsDhI/AAAAAAAACyo/cKT0dPU_myw/s72-c/Picture+0216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3151065269089390520</id><published>2009-05-11T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:49:32.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SghIOWEMK2I/AAAAAAAACyg/TJOlRIej2z0/s1600-h/Picture+0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SghIOWEMK2I/AAAAAAAACyg/TJOlRIej2z0/s320/Picture+0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334593169898875746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUTE right?&lt;br /&gt;Natalie must be puking now. 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Webcam. Photo taken during uh, enterprise break? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to tell you. I'll be busy this week.&lt;br /&gt;There's auditions, drama &amp;amp; a lot of stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I'm hoping to chill out with the others.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, maybe go home early to sleep away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need FBTs!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna get a blazer soon soon soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-3151065269089390520?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3151065269089390520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3151065269089390520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3151065269089390520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3151065269089390520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/cute-right-natalie-must-be-puking-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SghIOWEMK2I/AAAAAAAACyg/TJOlRIej2z0/s72-c/Picture+0143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7200789179186300057</id><published>2009-05-10T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:55:06.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5C91856%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5C91856%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5C91856%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I’m still planning out my busy schedule because... I just need to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, the third week of school was by far one of the busiest weeks ever. I needed to stay back in school almost every day because of trainings, try-outs and other stuff. Busy busy busy me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I forgot what I had on Monday already. Sorry for the STM.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember I had briefing for replug on Tuesday before meeting the usual four from Savanca. (Sze Him had rehearsals for SYF, Val PS-ed us &amp;amp; as usual Mandy cannot be contacted.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday was REXAZ try-outs so I stayed in school until 9pm. This was the highlight of the week. I’ll touch on it later on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thursday, Christine, Bronza &amp;amp; I went to KFC where we bumped into Marcus &amp;amp; Kim! Christine &amp;amp; I then went to search for tights, sports bras &amp;amp; shorts. I also met Miro &amp;amp; Eja! Things to smile about! Also, at the end of the day, I met Joyce! Love love love!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday, was Soccer trials part one. Tina had to drag me there because last min I decided to not go. Anyway, a super long rant about this one. And, I doubt I’ll go for trials part two after going through stuff like that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, let’s talk about the week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Monday, it was cognitive &amp;amp; problem solving. It was a good/bad day for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Tina was not in school. No gossip partner&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Reeta’s lesson again! (My favourite faci!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I did almost everything today. From contributing ideas to doing the ppt slides to presenting (Nigel kept on listening to his YUI even during class in front of Reeta, Xiao Jie slept and did her own work. Azizah couldn’t help me much because she had a talk during second break. Jenny surprised me because she answered Reeta’s question pretty well but during ppt she wasn’t much help because of communication breakdown and I didn’t want to trouble her)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There was a huge jam in the entrance because of temperature checking. Troublesome. I was late but that bought me time and gave an excuse to be late&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Oh! I met Ati in the morning. And this is so not related to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I hope I get my A because if I don’t... I’m going to whack myself in the head. It’s a one-man show. You hear me talking throughout the entire lesson. This is whack!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuesday was Communications with Uma. I thought she wouldn’t be in class this week but she was in class! WTH?! She said that she would swap with another faci for that day but nooooo. As usual, her lesson was okay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;She was fucking irritating. Duh, she asked about my thermometer for like 5 times and I had to show her my thermometer each time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;It felt like the work was only done by me &amp;amp; Tina. (Daphne helped a little. Nigel was still listening to YUI. Xiao Jie was playing Viwawa.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I nearly got my A but the entire class was late for presentation so no choice, my grade dropped to B. She said that the whole class, will drop a grade.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ryan shot stupid questions again because I shot him a good question and he couldn’t fight back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I nearly lost my cool in class.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I was so caught up in the debate with Ryan and I mentioned important facts. And Uma, agreed with me &amp;amp; Bronza.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday with Gilbert for Enterprise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fuck him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fuck him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fuck him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I think if my group lost marks, it is my fault.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fir knows about the gossip. He thought it was me but because I like somebody else... He guessed already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I hate Gilbert’s smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fucking cheeseballs. I seriously hope he fucks off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I laughed at norming because I was thinking of food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thursday was Science. With Eric Xie. (If I remember his name correctly.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;He’s my second favourite faci&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;He’s patient with the class&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;He’s quite cute because he’s got this boyish face and a nice smile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;He’s quite lenient and he’s nice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I did the graph wrongly but it’s alright because we admitted that we weren’t too sure about excel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Afiq was saying SL SL SL. And I pointed out that excel and SL are too different things. And Fir &amp;amp; some of the guys joked about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ryan’s smug face needed a bashing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Our RJ was the best ever! :D Describe yourself! How the fuck is that related to Science? Awesome huh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday was Maths. And not with Mr blackface. Our China faci came back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Was able to do my maths sum with some of Albert’s help.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I realised that my maths skills are pretty good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Poor Fir kena pinch by me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I used my YE skills for the PDT! Thank goodness for YE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I could do maths!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that was what I learnt during communication. Look at the structure. I made it less wordy with all those key points and bullets. Would love to add in pictures but I have none now. ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if you noticed, I’ve been writing a lot about my class. Hardly been spending time with my midget family this week. For the entire week, I spend time during first break eating and time during my second break, accompanying Bronza, Tina and their friend, Kenneth to go hoo hoo. Christine thought I hoo hoo but nope. I don’t. Never ever tried before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s talk about Replug briefing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Kenneth was MIA that day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;He wasn’t at either of the briefings. There were two rooms. Afiq &amp;amp; I met Aisyah, Haikal and co at another room. Actually we were at the back, when I told Afiq to move up front because I saw my friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Everyone else in the room was malay. (More than half of the room!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I felt nervous&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I think that ABCDEFG was a total asshole. (Not telling you who)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I had no idea what song to sing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I thought I saw somebody from my past at TRCC. (oh shat!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank goodness after the briefing... Ami called and I got her to come to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We chatted until it was time to go to Yew Tee to meet the rest. And we saw Ati &amp;amp; her bf. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clique and I talked about everything! Told them about all my IGs and they told me I was mad. I’m not. Ami told me to sing hopelessly devoted to you. I guess that’s the song to sing because I always sing it when I karaoke. Oh &amp;amp; this song... I’m going to sing with emotions because I’ve done it a couple of times before. And I wonder if I can shout the song out because I always do that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I feel like ponning school on Tuesday to go K first because... I cannot sing at home. Damn irritating la. When you have auditions, you can’t sing at all. And I doubt they care if I get in or not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason to why I join so many IGs is so obvious. It’s because I don’t want to be around them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I gave up on trying anything at home already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Cheer on Wednesday. My parents like don’t even care. My mom is like up to you la. So long as you don’t wear anything that reveals your body. And I’m like. You don’t care at all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Cheer was the best thing that happened&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Met a bunch of enthusiastic girls who are extremely friendly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Realised that big girls can fly!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I tried out flying and I realised it was fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Was the tallest girl. (Stupid because I had to do the base and had to stretch my legs really wide)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;My team members are cool. We are the Sha La La Las! Why? Because there are 2 Aishahs &amp;amp; 1 Elisha. Common thing between us are the Shas!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I used a lot of my muscles &amp;amp; I’m sure that at the end, I’ll be very toned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Coach knows Junjie &amp;amp; used to be from Magnum Force.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Rexaz doesn’t care if you were experienced or inexperienced, they just take you in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;To them, everybody is equal so we can all try out different positions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We played Dog &amp;amp; Bone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;They asked for those who were having menses &amp;amp; I ran forward. (Only girl who ran)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I dug out the bottle from underneath a girl and threw it back. (She was lying stomach down and I just put my hand below and just dug it out of her.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t say the same for my soccer try-outs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was freaking disappointed with the standard of the team and how the try-outs were conducted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There was obviously warm-ups and a couple of games but the damn coach only watched us play a two-sided match&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Right from the start, there was a two-sided match for us&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The experienced ones were kept to a side &amp;amp; the inexperienced ones, when to another corner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We were left to decide who plays what position on our own&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The inexperienced girls were not even taught how to kick properly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Some of us don’t even know where to stand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Some of us don’t know what the different positions do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We were playing against the team.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;We don’t even remember eachother’s names.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;In the first place, we should not even play a two-sided match on the whole soccer field. At least play half.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve never heard of any try outs that straightaway start out with a two-sided match. Usually, try outs start with passing of the balls &amp;amp; how well we kick the ball etc. Where got two sided match one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t mind a two-sided match but I would prefer half the field first and at least assigning positions instead of anyhow because sometimes, we don’t even know how to play or who to pass to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And btw, during a two-sided match. It doesn’t really gauge your talent. It’s more like teamwork etc. Especially if you don’t even have a chance to kick the ball during the game.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall, the week was okay. Kinda nervous for replug auditions because... I think there’s a lot of talents in RP and I’m just shy. And I feel my voice disappearing. ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think it’s time to go K to practice like crazy. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But now there’s nowhere to hide since you pushed my love aside. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7200789179186300057?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7200789179186300057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7200789179186300057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7200789179186300057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7200789179186300057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/normal-0-false-false-false-en-gb-zh-cn.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3519045698757392645</id><published>2009-05-07T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:19:14.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10个月已经过去了。&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird to still be pining for something that doesnt belong to you?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you run away from the past and move on fast?&lt;br /&gt;It's just too hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-3519045698757392645?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3519045698757392645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3519045698757392645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3519045698757392645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3519045698757392645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-isnt-it-weird-to-still-be-pining-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8570391197915810584</id><published>2009-05-04T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:31:46.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAY 4th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sf2fsuDVcaI/AAAAAAAACyY/q__o30WIfNA/s1600-h/hiropon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sf2fsuDVcaI/AAAAAAAACyY/q__o30WIfNA/s320/hiropon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331593124501615010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sf2fsjfN_7I/AAAAAAAACyQ/2HvQXjYtIC4/s1600-h/21022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sf2fsjfN_7I/AAAAAAAACyQ/2HvQXjYtIC4/s320/21022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331593121665777586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ヒロト!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;お誕生日おめでとうございます！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸せな24歳の誕生日！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3年以来、私は最初にバンドに耳を傾け＆ファンになりました。バンドをサポートするのは3年と私はまだ今日までは、バンドが大好きです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多 忙なため、私はあなたとしている少年たちの残りの部分を読んで知っている場合は終了します本当に分からないよ。大変ご迷惑を翻訳しようとしていたので本当 にできるようにお読みいただければ幸いにこのエントリを書いてみませんか？私は過ちをお掛けしてすみません。私は日本語を知らない私は通訳を使った。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私 は実際にはバンドを継続すると私は永遠にあなたをサポートする音楽が大好きです。バンドは私にインスピレーションされているとあなた方には特に。あなたは いつも私のアイドル＆私のお気に入りのギタリストしている。笑顔を作る私の歌を書く。いつ私は悲しいよ、私はいつもあなたの曲を聴くと私は生きて再び感じ る。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私はすぐにシンガポールに来てほしい！ここであなたのファンを見て愛を実行する！いつかは本当なる私のこの夢を見てほしい。今のところ、私はそこまで節約旅行なんだよ！待ちきれないよ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;誕生日おめでとう！ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;自分の注意を払ってくださいと一緒に素敵な音楽との書き込みを続行！ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;男の子たちの残りの部分に自分の愛をパスして！ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;あなたを愛している！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S 不良言語を使用してすみません。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8570391197915810584?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8570391197915810584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8570391197915810584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8570391197915810584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8570391197915810584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-4th-24-33-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sf2fsuDVcaI/AAAAAAAACyY/q__o30WIfNA/s72-c/hiropon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5406833982841164008</id><published>2009-04-30T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:56:56.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sfm1WdQq5sI/AAAAAAAACyI/QxRNIV_fVIw/s1600-h/Picture+0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330491031385990850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sfm1WdQq5sI/AAAAAAAACyI/QxRNIV_fVIw/s320/Picture+0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The webcam is my new best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've just discovered the existence of webcam and I've only just realised how fucking awesome it is! It's so awesome that I wish I could marry it. I'm only lacking photobooth or else it'll be so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a Mac just for photobooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid reason. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm broke this week. I didnt even save up because I'm hungry like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And despite my recent Mother care clothes. I am not pregnant. No. Not. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel fat and I just got my period. Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After it skipped another month which happens so often that I dont bother anymore. Why should I? I'm a V. It's odd to be pregnant right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was Maths. I can do it but our faci today was shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He gave me a black face &amp;amp; he didnt even teach us anything. I could have died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And suddenly, in class. I'm a maths wizard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelvin is another maths wizard too. He first, me second. *thumbs up sign*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xiao Jie is shi fu because she read the instructions and taught us about excel. -.-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maths. I'm suddenly so good at calculating especially in class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, speaking of class. I never realised this until now but my classmate, Bronza is actually taking the same course as I am. The chances of it happening is very slim so who knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I've got my eye candy already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's totally bishie material because he's really pretty just like that and today... We were so damn fated can. I love it that we are so damn fated. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also got an after school eye candy. I meet him on some days &amp;amp; he's got blonde hair. He's totally like an ah beng but that very japanese beng which I loooooove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Japanese beng ah? Not really la. He's got that hair &amp;amp; the japanese look. I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls are going. Not again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ami is going, finally. She's back to being herself and not staying in the shadow of her stupid broken heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waffles are delicious &amp;amp; you know. I'm feeling happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canoe on Sunday with the class! Xiao Jie's bbq on Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventful can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I need to practice and sing and play my instruments just because of you..&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;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate it when guys I don't know think I'm hot just because of my race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's stupid. Really.&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/786423584744257049-5406833982841164008?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5406833982841164008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5406833982841164008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5406833982841164008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5406833982841164008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/webcam-is-my-new-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sfm1WdQq5sI/AAAAAAAACyI/QxRNIV_fVIw/s72-c/Picture+0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2342810003949591689</id><published>2009-04-29T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:30:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's close our eyes and run from here to there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &amp;amp; me forever chasing after the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll pull my hand &amp;amp; I'll hold on tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my wife on Sunday &amp;amp; went shopping. Us broke people got accesories and I got myself a t-shirt. And unfortunately, for us broke people... Spending has become a problem already.&lt;br /&gt;No money. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have passed. Don't feel like talking about Monday, so let's skip that.&lt;br /&gt;Science on Tuesday was stupid, skip that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to join wakeboarding &amp;amp; soccer. Although, I think I'll just stick to wakeboarding because I feel like it. Soccer. Soccer. Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Why do you look at me in that way?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Wakeboarding. I choose you.&lt;br /&gt;Still considering Replug because got auditions. Drama? I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;YES IG? Something like YE. Depends.&lt;br /&gt;InVogue. Joining that too.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Jap Ig looks fun.  Loli. Loli. Loli.&lt;br /&gt;I miss wearing a loli &amp;amp; those days.&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at all those pretty lolis, make me feel awkward &amp;amp; I feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;Should I? Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's maths.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The emo bug caught me. Throw me down the drain will u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2342810003949591689?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2342810003949591689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2342810003949591689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2342810003949591689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2342810003949591689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-close-our-eyes-and-run-from-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7651799824609313287</id><published>2009-04-26T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:13:30.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SfPAxBWnXzI/AAAAAAAACyA/gtlguFoOBRk/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SfPAxBWnXzI/AAAAAAAACyA/gtlguFoOBRk/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328814732518842162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's SUNDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;There is school again tmr!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my class. I actually have my own clique in class. We love waffles!&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every first break, we'll go down to get the waffles together. Actually, it's pretty obvious who is in our waffles clique.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the midget time together after school! Together with the other CCC people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama has started. On the first week. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be involved. I'll be the neutral party because that's what I do best. Until I am forced to be involved, then I'll involve myself. Aii hates disputes. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week has been pretty tiring. I nearly couldn't wake up on Friday &amp;amp; I spent my entire Saturday sleeping. I woke up at 9am. Fell asleep again at 12nn. Woke up at 4pm. Went back to sleep at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how tiring it is. If this is the first week, I wonder about the other weeks. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;I'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what to wear next week. So, I'm going shopping with WIFEY today~&lt;br /&gt;Town &amp;amp; Kino.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm going to Kino. I just want to look for mags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;br /&gt;CHINNNNNNNNNNNN~ I saw my A CHORD'S ALBUM! It's selling in Sg! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting it soon! &lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So far, I'm feeling alright. I won't die. No. Not just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7651799824609313287?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7651799824609313287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7651799824609313287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7651799824609313287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7651799824609313287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-sunday-d-there-is-school-again-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SfPAxBWnXzI/AAAAAAAACyA/gtlguFoOBRk/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-4836449813352235582</id><published>2009-04-23T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:24:57.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We passed the fourteenth. You &amp;amp; me. Our hearts no longer together.&lt;br /&gt;I remember what I wrote on that very day &amp;amp; how bad I wanted it to work. Yes, I did. No regrets then. Do I have any now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had maths today which was rather cool because I actually like it. It's a first in my life to actually like maths because... I usually hate Maths and I can't stand a minute of it but today... was so different because... I FOR ONCE LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Algebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Duh.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm pretty close to my team members. Why? I know Kelvin from RC5. He's a fellow Vitagen btw! *thumbs up* Firdaus, I've known for a couple of years through madrasah although I've never ever really spoken to him. Plus, Xiao Jie is from my day one team. So, the only person I'm new to today is Hazwani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq, Tina, Firdaus, Xiao Jie &amp;amp; I lunched at Causeway Point today because there's no presentation. How awesome is that? Oh, we met some of Fir's &amp;amp; Afiq's friends. They look familiar. I think it is because they live around Choa Chu Kang or something. I should stop this man. Everybody looks familiar to me now. Weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; as usual, once again... I had to say that my father is Chinese. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we CCC people once again slacked at W4. And once again, I spoke Malay. Weird. And I SLAM again. Sigh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I kicked some balls! And accidentally flashed my panties to the whole fucking world.&lt;br /&gt;It's only when one of the guys said, "THEN EVERYONE STARE!" Then I realised. oops. =X&lt;br /&gt;Aiya. Fuck la. Bikini at Sentosa. This is nothing yo. But can see my cellulite la. I don't like. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened this morning. My heart flew. I'm not in love. Sigh, not. Not when some people are so fake. When are they ever going to be real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to be extra careful in choosing because... Of what happened. I get hurt too much. It's not going to happen again. I'll do all I can to stop this from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;So much for new year's resolution to unemo myself. I can't help it. Can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some CCA fiesta or SLA fiesta thingy next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not joining dance. Fadhil &amp;amp; I planning on joining replug but what can I do? Sing only. I can probably only sing &amp;amp; play guitar which I don't really know how to play. (My guitar got hole sia. NB!) Or what, rap + sing + add other language? HAHA. Aishah is only good at adding other languages. Jap? :D I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch rugby? I don't mind but I'll be tanned and sweaty which my mom hates. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap? I like it and I know so much about it because it is my interest but... I want to leave my past behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then join what?????????? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was NP, I would join NRA without a doubt. Oh &amp;amp; Ambs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. If Maths gets fucking boring, I might as well have gone to CEP at NP. Sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second school. HAHA! Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so weird that I keep on walking uphill to W4 and complain.&lt;br /&gt;You imagine if I had gotten into NP's FMS/HMS. I got to walk a lot more right?!&lt;br /&gt;And this is funny. I accidentally called Food Haven, Makan Place. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!!!!!! WEIRD RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;NP and RP! Makan Place???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; Subway at RP! :D&lt;br /&gt;Not halal! ):&lt;br /&gt;Cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been lazy for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;BABY's birthday is coming. I heart him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo. I NEED TO SHOP SHOP SHOP LAAAAAA! ):&lt;br /&gt;No clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Ask mummy to buy but all I like she say she dun like. FUCKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, she say my dress too short &amp;amp; she wants me to wear leggings next time. I don't want la! I like = I wear! HAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;Not indecent what. Cover my butt = okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;Where got short????? Actually short la, but then again. Everything is also short on me la. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;So no diff. And I don't care. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be selling my bomber jacket. ):&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's FUCKING SMALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like getting Dr.Martens &amp;amp; dying my hair purple. You like? I like!&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel like getting a blazer, some reptile leggings &amp;amp; some sexy tanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;Awesome right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Time to sleep. Past my bedtime already &amp;amp; my parents are nagging.&lt;br /&gt;WHY AH? WHY ARE MY PARENTS SO DIFFERENT FROM ME &amp;amp; MY BROTHER??&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel like my brother &amp;amp; I are adopted because of this.&lt;br /&gt;My bro &amp;amp; I are so rebellious &amp;amp; care-free. (I'm very la.)&lt;br /&gt;And we can sleep extremely late &amp;amp; everything but they can't. Sighhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Waffles tmr? Set set?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I've got a new fav song of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I only heard part of it but after I heard it at home... I kinda cried.&lt;br /&gt;The words bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autumns Monologue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why can't I be what you need?&lt;br /&gt;A new improved version of me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm nothing so good&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs&lt;br /&gt;Of violence of love and of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I beg for just one more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Where you hold me down, fold me in&lt;br /&gt;Deep, deep, deep in the heart of your sins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I break in two over you, oh&lt;br /&gt;I break in two&lt;br /&gt;And each piece of me dies&lt;br /&gt;And only you can give the breath of life&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see me, you don't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I'm pinned between darkness and light&lt;br /&gt;Bleached and blinded by these nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where I'm tossing and tortured 'til dawn&lt;br /&gt;By you, visions of you then you're gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shock bleeds the red from my face&lt;br /&gt;When I hear someone's taken my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;When all, all that I did was for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break in two over you, oh&lt;br /&gt;I break in two&lt;br /&gt;And each piece of me dies&lt;br /&gt;And only you can give the breath of life&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see me, you don't&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break in two over you, oh&lt;br /&gt;I break in two over you, over you&lt;br /&gt;I break in two&lt;br /&gt;I would break in two for you&lt;br /&gt;Now you see me&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't&lt;br /&gt;Now you need me&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I can't think of anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you&lt;/span&gt;&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/786423584744257049-4836449813352235582?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4836449813352235582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=4836449813352235582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4836449813352235582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4836449813352235582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-passed-fourteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5839107347137018410</id><published>2009-04-20T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:22:48.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously like my classmates. They're very fun and all but sadly, I'm not in the mood for any of their fun &amp;amp; games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with a high fever. Thought I could get through the day just like that but I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temperature is like 39.1 degree &amp;amp; my doctor told me to take an MC but I had to just say no because this is only the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm wearing my sweater &amp;amp; my hoodie &amp;amp; my jeans &amp;amp; my covered shoes tmr. Plus, bringing a bottle of extremely hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold now. Freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda happy today. (:&lt;br /&gt;Saw ****** today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5839107347137018410?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5839107347137018410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5839107347137018410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5839107347137018410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5839107347137018410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-seriously-like-my-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6666527377050728438</id><published>2009-04-20T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:17:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in school now.&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's boring &amp;amp; my throat hurts like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt too and just an hr ago I decided to do remove my eyeliner because one side disappeared already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I hate it. )":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: okay. i actually like my class. :D&lt;br /&gt;they make the pain bearable. and well, thank goodness for that. :D&lt;br /&gt;i just need to get used to life. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6666527377050728438?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6666527377050728438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6666527377050728438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6666527377050728438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6666527377050728438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6507868830421990348</id><published>2009-04-19T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:01:07.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aishah currently wishes she was slimmer &amp;amp; if she could loose 10kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She hates the way she looks now because she feels fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her parents don't allow her to not eat anymore &amp;amp; she can't exercise much because she will end up sweating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wants liposuction. ):&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;Ok. thanks. bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6507868830421990348?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6507868830421990348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6507868830421990348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6507868830421990348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6507868830421990348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/aishah-currently-wishes-she-was-slimmer.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5825741805331585755</id><published>2009-04-18T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:51:31.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another meaningless entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Was I high on drugs or was it beer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The answer is neither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the real reason as to why I went crazy and so high was because I needed to let it all out. The stress has been killing me for the past few months. I just needed to let go. Drinking and smoking is a big no no for me and I've decided to stop shedding tears over something so small. So, I guess dancing/singing is the only way out for me. At least it beats being suicidal or losing my sanity. If this is the way to forget, to heal and to smile... Then so be it. I would rather keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the songs I needed to hear played, I had to stop myself from breaking down. So, I just started putting my heart into screaming those songs out. I can't do the crying anymore. No, I need to face it and not break. I won't be fragile any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I've got so many entries like this. All writing about the same thing but in the end, I can't even do anything about it. Tried so many things just to make it work and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even face them without thinking about the past. I can't even look in your eyes without falling apart inside. I grit my teeth and try my best but it is never good enough and I don't even know why! Am I really that emotionally unstable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if tomorrow will be different.&lt;br /&gt;Will I move forward or will I sink again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows. I just gotta keep my head held high. And although last night, has made my heart feel lighter, I'm not sure if I can keep going on. But, I gotta try. I got to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Why can't it be that way it was? Cause you were my homie, lover, and friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5825741805331585755?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5825741805331585755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5825741805331585755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5825741805331585755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5825741805331585755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-meaningless-entry.html' title='Another meaningless entry'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8990244865021112636</id><published>2009-04-16T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:05:44.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 2 of Camp today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally said goodbye to my dream school &amp;amp; have decided that my life here would be just as awesome. Goodbye. Do I really have to say that bloody irritating word? I don't like it. Why should I like it? It's goodbye! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is dedicated to them.&lt;br /&gt;My SLs from Red Camp &amp;amp; my beloved friends from Red Camp especially the Vitagen people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey SLs &amp;amp; fellow campers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget you guys and those three days we spent with one another. (Or for me two.) Those days were fun weren't they? Enjoying the free KFC and delicious food. Meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did anybody remember Zoukout? Wasn't it a blast? Dancing and ummm.. &lt;s&gt;Grinding..&lt;/s&gt; I remember that we went wild. *looks at Hairul* With some taking off their shirts. Also, there was a part where.... Hehe! *smiles at Ati &amp;amp; the other people who know*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Sentosa Outings where I made so many new friends. I wouldn't have met my beloved Cenninchevitans and neither would I have known Mus, Azie and the rest if not for the outings. I'm sure the thing that most of us remember would be the mass dance in the middle of Siloso beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we forget Mobbers? Dancing outside Taka around Christmas season, promoting NP. I can still remember the weird red guy who suddenly popped up behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Open House? The final performance, the mass dance all around NP's campus? And how can I forget the camwhore sessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things... I know I will never forget. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to know that I'm not in NP but hey, RP ain't that bad after all. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end of our friendship. Let's continue communicating with eachother via FB or msn or whatever. Thank you for making such a huge impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Aishah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8990244865021112636?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8990244865021112636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8990244865021112636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8990244865021112636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8990244865021112636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-2-of-camp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8532615593610721871</id><published>2009-04-15T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:49:14.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was FOP day 1 but I won't blog on it just yet. I'm too lazy to blog or write anything because I don't have the mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually too exhausted and my eyes are hurting because of the contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post is very special because it contains an important message to one of my favourite actors/singers in Taiwan. I've mentioned how much I love him before and I will still say it again. I love him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he is trying to learn English and I apologise because I do not know how to write in Chinese. Therefore, this is all I can do for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's touched my life so much in the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;And this is for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/xiaobaobei/rchord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 499px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/xiaobaobei/rchord.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my dearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A CHORD&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xie He Xian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS ON THE RELEASE OF YOUR ALBUM!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU LOADS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;生日快乐，祝贺释放您的相册。我希望这将在新加坡，我希望你会来看望这些天。所有在您的职业生涯最好的！我会永远支持你！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for today..&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy trying to figure out my characters before I write anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chilli padi&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think 123 and 456 are pretty hot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeesh. Aishah, back to your old ways again. Well, at least that is better than before.&lt;br /&gt;Psssstttt. Ami, I'll tell you all about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8532615593610721871?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8532615593610721871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8532615593610721871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8532615593610721871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8532615593610721871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-fop-day-1-but-i-wont-blog-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-631669114297231127</id><published>2009-04-14T07:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:55:58.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMP! CAMP! CAMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole week of camp. I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so speaking of camps. Yesterday, there was the DCID camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually late. No big deal there because you're probably used to the fact that I was late. However, I actually decided to cab over to RP. My cab fare is $15 okay. That's not good. Plus, I was still wondering if my cab driver knew anything about taxis and driving at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Republic Poly&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: At Clementi there ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widened in horror. The driver good ah. Want to send me go NP.&lt;br /&gt;When I said Woodlands, he could even ask me how to drive there and which exit to take. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;He nearly alighted me at Causeway Point, but I directed him to RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part was the payment.&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him how much was the total.&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to press the button on the meter but he deleted the fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely horrifying. He can still press press press some more.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I decided to pay him $15 because I was already running late. He could ask me if I wanted change?!&lt;br /&gt;Like, hello! You didn't even know how much was the cabfare and yet you want to give me change?! Might as well ask me not to pay you and say that the ride is for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab ride wasn't really that much of a horrifying ordeal, there are people who have probably suffered worse than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly got lost &amp;amp; mixed up with the Hospitality people. Lucky, I saw some of the leaders holding a CCC sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the location. Was pretty hard trying to find it mind you.&lt;br /&gt;I was all alone. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just went to anyhow get a seat and made friends with the people sitting around me.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty easy to talk because the first thing they'll ask is.... About my race!&lt;br /&gt;As if that was hard to guess...&lt;br /&gt;It's usually the first question I'm asked and it's usually some sort of an ice-breaker for me. So yeah. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my course has 120 people. If I heard it correctly, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need not feel old because a lot of people are the same age as I am!&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the leaders are pretty cool. One of them looks pretty familiar though. I don't know why. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this introduction of the different IGs (Interest Groups) under CCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the Student Ambassadors, Write IG, Speak IG, Photo IG, Japanese Cultural IG &amp;amp; the Cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smsing Ami that I was scared of the Japanese IG because I have my reasons to be. Although, that is the IG that I can be considered quite pro in.&lt;br /&gt;You talking about Cosplay, Loli, Jrock, Visual Kei? Sure can. No problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;OHHH! You know on the powerpoint slides, they showed GAZETTE! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, people were saying about putting X Japan next time. They should put ALICE NINE or MYV or Gackt.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay. Fangirl here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I will join Cheerleading either because...&lt;br /&gt;I can't flip. I'm not light. I feel very uncomfortable with letting people touch my butt or any part of my body. (See. I told you I'm innocent! And SHY!)&lt;br /&gt;The clothes part... Ummm. I think that's not a problem for me but it will be for my parents. After all, judging from what I wear at Sentosa, that covers more of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student Ambassadors.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it. Main reason I feel like joining them is because of NP's Ambassadors. *falls of chair* I want to take part in stuff like Red Camp etc. Wait, RP don't have Red Camp. ))):&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo IG.&lt;br /&gt;Also another maybe.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the most happening IGs but.... I've been doing photography for all my life. Secondary school, Photography Club... Plus, I've been in front &amp;amp; behind camera for so long already so I don't know. I want to pick up a new skill other than photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak IG.&lt;br /&gt;Another maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking in front of a crowd has been no problem for me. Doing presentations and everything.. It's just something I'm so used to because I've been forced to do presentations all the time. Plus, if you were to ask me to speak in front of an audience. I probably would do it without feeling fear anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write IG.&lt;br /&gt;I guess almost everybody will join this. By the way, the people in my course speaks really good English. It is so different from the usual kind of English back in school. Plus, all of them are fabulous writers. (I think. It makes me ashamed to look at myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU were in my shoes, which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are so hard to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I totally malu-ed myself by admitting that I think Hafi is hot (compared to other guys I used to know). Somebody asked me if I know him and of course I know him. We were in the same class during lower sec &amp;amp; blah blah blah happened. I didn't admit he is hot. I did not! *continues living in denial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so they decided to group us according to our facis.&lt;br /&gt;My faci is Sarah, so I was grouped with Euodia, Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;My group! Is cool.&lt;br /&gt;We're somehow a gang because there's one guy we call Lao Da, another we call Da Ge, Da Jie and one guy we call Sister!&lt;br /&gt;I guess we bonded super fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I found out I do know somebody from CID.&lt;br /&gt;One of the leaders happened to be my tuition friend in Mendaki! OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!! I REMEMBERED! KHAIRUL, our tutor, used to work in RP too! OMGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;Well. Syakirah from RC is also in CID.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I did msn and ask her what course she got into but I went offline. Then, both of us thought we were in diff courses but then... We're in the same course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Then, we had lunch and as usual... An introduction to the people in our group.&lt;br /&gt;We had to answer a question anybody asks us and my question is the question I know I will be answering for the rest of my life. The same question over and over again! -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then there was some team bonding games. My team under Sarah is team 6.&lt;br /&gt;We were grouped together with Team 5 &amp;amp; 7 (can't rmb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a bunch of challenges and we were supposed to do a skipping challenge where we had to skip like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oberlinheritage.org/images/funfair07/jump%20rope%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.oberlinheritage.org/images/funfair07/jump%20rope%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except... We had to fit 15 people and jump together &amp;amp; jump successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, some of us had to try &amp;amp; I decided to just go!&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty hard because the rope is long and it was hard trying to get both turners to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went and I jumped 5 times. Non-stop! Good achievement considering I don't do sports! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we all did it together. We managed a total of 3! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. &amp;amp; there was this challenge where we had to over turn the mat. And all of us, 24 ppl had to squeeze!&lt;br /&gt;And. Seriously. The FLH event prepared me for this because I learnt how to balance on my tippy toes &amp;amp; endure squeezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were lots of other games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the day was extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Wednesday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-631669114297231127?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/631669114297231127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=631669114297231127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/631669114297231127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/631669114297231127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/camp-camp-camp-one-whole-week-of-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3662679761996089672</id><published>2009-04-12T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:20:25.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In two hours time, it would be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few more hours after that, it would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DCID camp&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm feeling slightly nervous and excited because it's going to be a fresh new start for me and I certainly don't want to make a bad impression or I might just end up feeling left out for the whole of my poly life. Plus, I know so few people in RP and I can't possibly rely on my friends for year two and three. I need to make friends and get on with life. Be the social butterfly I once was. How hard is that? Apparently, it is extremely hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even socialized properly within the past couple of months. Facebook does not count as socializing. To me, it's just a fast and easy way to be a busybody and do some catching up with friends without going through the hassle of meeting up. And anyway, there are a couple of people who I refuse to add on facebook just because I don't like their faces. Oh, sorry if you are one of them. And another thing, I won't add you unless there is a good reason for me to. Like for example, requests for RC. Sure, I'll add you. If not, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe. Socializing wasn't a problem for me back then but what if.... What if I am so bad at it now that nobody wants to be my friend?? T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That would be harsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a hell lot of things to settle and get done. However, most of them are optional so it doesn't really matter. Like, getting my hair dyed etc. Doesn't matter much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I'm still tanned. My face is peeling and it looks uneven but if you look at my body. Oooh! I feel like some brazilian model with olive skinned. If I were slimmer and sexier, I'll feel like some sex goddess. I love my legs like this. They're so sexy! They need to be toned but the colour is the sex. Used to have legs like this but then I didn't go out under the sun, so I went pale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to kick start my new life with.&lt;br /&gt;The bag I've been wanting to get from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times you've heard me say I want it and I'll get it. And now, I finally have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored by my parents! Love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SeIEnh_UUQI/AAAAAAAACxY/wx4Pylgw9cI/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SeIEnh_UUQI/AAAAAAAACxY/wx4Pylgw9cI/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323822786690699522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;$79.90&lt;/span&gt; instead of the usual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;$129&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Bought it at Expo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know. It's not that chio but it's definitely nicer in real life. Picture doesn't do justice to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; Ami got hers too! :D Yayyyyy! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;We've both been going... I want the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUM&lt;/span&gt; bag and now we finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;The new bag pack actually quite cute but this... suits me 10x more! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I also got a new bra set at expo! Lingerie!&lt;br /&gt;And my mom got her new oven! Yay! Oven's coming on Sat, which means... I CAN FINALLY BAKE AGAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to be thankful for. I'm thankful because now... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;My life doesn't suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should get some sleep or I'll look like a panda tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-3662679761996089672?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3662679761996089672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3662679761996089672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3662679761996089672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3662679761996089672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-two-hours-time-it-would-be-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SeIEnh_UUQI/AAAAAAAACxY/wx4Pylgw9cI/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3394885594831367564</id><published>2009-04-09T10:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:48:15.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;SENTOSA WAS HILARIOUSLY FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd186y9AfiI/AAAAAAAACw4/Lra2peres68/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd186y9AfiI/AAAAAAAACw4/Lra2peres68/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322547684173708834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd186-ap3fI/AAAAAAAACww/4b5sFIhViwo/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd186-ap3fI/AAAAAAAACww/4b5sFIhViwo/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322547687250845170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd186tZouAI/AAAAAAAACwo/pnjI1SHOii8/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd186tZouAI/AAAAAAAACwo/pnjI1SHOii8/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322547682683172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm tanned! And my nose is red. However, like my skin tone now. Love it more than my pale looks. Mainly because I love my shoulders! My boobs and butt are white while the rest of my body is obviously dark. I think I look sexy like this. HAHA. Not.&lt;br /&gt;I like the face because now... I can don't wear make-up for a while. Natural blush, natural tan! :D&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is the best I feel and look in ages! :D&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fats and eye bags. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, doesn't really matter if it gets worse because... My tans only last for at most 1 month and then, fair skin again. My skin sheds really really fast and very often. It sucks sometimes but I'm cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, my nose starts peeling every two weeks even if I haven't been under the sun for a few months. And it is super weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough of my bimbo moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa with the usual 4A people. Steph, Jacq, Jave, Hakim, Jenn &amp;amp; Wei Guang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We had an encounter with foreign workers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not being racist&lt;/span&gt; but it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently. There were 3 babes who were sitting underneath the coconut trees while all of us were playing in the water. All of us noticed the babes. Strange isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;And later on we noticed a dark and lone figure standing behind the coconut trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it's not one of the girls and neither was it a ghost. Hello?! Broad daylight! And no ghost would stand and pose behind a coconut tree. Or a better word would be camouflage and hide behind the coconut tree while watching the world or rather babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of us were actually watching and talking about him from where we were playing. When this guy, suddenly took out a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what is wrong with taking pictures of the scenery you ask? Oh. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what he did that disgusted all of us was. He took a picture of the babes. See the something wrong there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were gossiping SUPER LOUDLY when the girls decided to move forward. None of us actually knew that we were gossiping THAT loud until the boys went up to the shore. When they came back, they told us they could hear us. Seriously, malu. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to the pervert. The reason why I call him a perv is.... After the girls moved forward, he went and stared at us and he walked towards the bushes which were in front of us. It's not exactly on the shore but yeah. You get what I'm trying to say don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while we thought he had disappeared but apparently... He was hiding behind the bushes. Doing GOD knows what! And when he heard us, he ran and walked off. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what he was doing. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were these 2 other foreign workers who went to the same bushy spot.&lt;br /&gt;We were joking that you might see the bushes move about when I made this very stupid sound about their supposed sound effects. Apparently, I didn't realise that I made a face when doing making the sound effects so it was seriously FUNNY! (I think somebody is going to be shocked when he reads this! Too bad for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the two guys did the same thing the other guy did so no point talking about it but all of us were seriously making fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; Jenn shouted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUNDE&lt;/span&gt; (sp?) super loudly because we were trying to shout at the foreign workers but none of us knew anything in their language except that. Funny ah. Why do we only know the vulgar words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm trying not to reveal their race but from that single word. I think you know what is their race already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I apologise if I do sound racist but I don't think I am. I just think that it's disgusting that some people actually do that. Although it is pretty common to have perverts but I think that we, as women have to be more aware of our surroundings so such things do not happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Apart from the foreign worker incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We burried Hakim! And he had boobies &amp;amp; a dick which grew a plant. And a mermaid's tail. Wah. We are so creative okay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd17DXHVChI/AAAAAAAACwQ/l19esoU1CLg/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd17DXHVChI/AAAAAAAACwQ/l19esoU1CLg/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322545632296372754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd15yfB4E5I/AAAAAAAACwI/Z3r07qQd41o/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd15yfB4E5I/AAAAAAAACwI/Z3r07qQd41o/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322544242851582866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys did the dick. The girls did the boobs. While, I am of course... In charge of photography. Bad skills, sorry. Could not see clearly due to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And we stacked each other. We tried to do 3 people but failed. And finally. We tried to have the girls on top of the guys. Still fail. Or rather, I failed. While watching me climb onto Hakim. It was seriously scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm not used to it. Plus. My feet somehow ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;Then. While climbing. I pulled his hair.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Guang was helping me and telling me, HOLD HIS FACE NOT HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;I start pulling the ears.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that. I accidentally twist his face and I didn't even know lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were saying it's scary to watch me. Jenn also said, "I don't want to let you sit on me."&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I damn pro. Next time, if I get into scary situations like war or something. Can climb onto enemy and kill them by twisting their necks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd17oWZlybI/AAAAAAAACwg/2DjLZR8kniM/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd17oWZlybI/AAAAAAAACwg/2DjLZR8kniM/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322546267759692210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd17oBBc4JI/AAAAAAAACwY/V0-Cr0YooCs/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd17oBBc4JI/AAAAAAAACwY/V0-Cr0YooCs/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322546262021300370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually had a "fight" between the girls. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; we saw some of the previous CSS finalists like Geraldine &amp;amp; I don't know their names.&lt;br /&gt;We were actually looking over there and wondering if that is Geraldine or not. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she removed the shades then we realised that it is her. No autographs of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left to Vivo where we ate lunch &amp;amp; I saw Rasyida! :D&lt;br /&gt;My ex-colleague from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isetan&lt;/span&gt;! Miss her. I'm probably going to visit them at Isetan next Tue before school re-opens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards we went around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toys R Us&lt;/span&gt; searching for a float to sleep on &amp;amp; a blow-up pool. I forgot the other word for it. But I just call it a blow up pool! (The word blow-up came to my head because I suddenly thought of blow up dolls. Eve is going to laugh at me because of this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we wanted to go bowling after the entire thing but after the freaking long busride from Vivo to Bukit Batok, Hakim &amp;amp; I decided to go home. Exhausted la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my body is aching &amp;amp; tanned. I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;More photos on my FB. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s My green coolcolor contacts expiring at the end of this month. I don't know what brand to buy now. Should I get brown or turqoise or my favourite sapphire? Big eye or no big eye? Actually. Big eye also no difference on my eyes. Can you believe Chin Ming didn't even realise I was wearing big eye lenses? Ahhh. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, cannot buy Geo anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meaning must go Korea or Japan to get. Next year lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save money. I heard from Ami, that the ox! fords there super cheap la. Everything is cheap. Haiya! I want moolah. Go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My new top from Affairee is here. It's pretty but it's plain. I don't really care la. I'm wearing to school anyway. Plus, quality is like Punk Star &amp;amp; design also but it's cheaper. I need more clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-3394885594831367564?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3394885594831367564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3394885594831367564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3394885594831367564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3394885594831367564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentosa-was-hilariously-fun-and-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sd186y9AfiI/AAAAAAAACw4/Lra2peres68/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5978526637385720403</id><published>2009-04-07T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:12:30.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank goodness there is camp next week! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait because being at home is killing me. Plus, my computer cannot work. My dad pulled out the wire, so right now... I'm being smart and typing on my laptop. This is what smart people do alright. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues from Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the entire weekend, we were spared from boredom. Or at least I was.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't really do much to punish my brother who in the end, also disobeyed them. He doesn't listen to my parents mainly because my parents aren't strict with him.&lt;br /&gt;Like when I disobey them, my punishments are like ten times worst okay. Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;My brother, trying to outwit his entire family... Pretended he was sick on Monday mornin, and of course my mother was blind to it. So she let him sit at home. Hah. Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;He pretended to be sleeping when my parents called. While all the time, he was actually DOTA-ing. Stupid. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, his school called. Expected.&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me not to pick up. Initially I had wanted to answer but no, my brother had to tell me not to pick up. So, obviously... Since you can't reach the homephone, the school would have to call the handphone. And they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was at a course so he came home VERY early.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, he managed to find out ALL ABOUT my brother's ponning. Stupid brother. Pon school also don't know how to pon properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Then, his school is banning parents letter for him. So, have to go get MC.&lt;br /&gt;As if MC is that hard to get for my family.&lt;br /&gt;And my mom was saying, his school actually quite strict leh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rolling my eyes there because.&lt;br /&gt;In Kranji, my whole of 4 years... Parents letter is not allowed okay. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You compare. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom was saying I pon school a lot. Got meh?&lt;br /&gt;In Kss, I never pon. I pon but she don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated la.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Can tell that my parents are biased alright.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm being punished for something I didn't do. This is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5978526637385720403?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5978526637385720403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5978526637385720403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5978526637385720403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5978526637385720403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-goodness-there-is-camp-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8307049186802823110</id><published>2009-04-03T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:29:40.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THE GRADUATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;畢業生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sdd8lqYt3VI/AAAAAAAACwA/ivQz1qKoXwI/s1600-h/Thegraduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 65px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sdd8lqYt3VI/AAAAAAAACwA/ivQz1qKoXwI/s320/Thegraduate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320858471236492626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished watching this!&lt;br /&gt;It's really different from all the other dramas I've watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it's a 5 episode miniseries. It's just 5 short films and none of them are related to each other. However, these 5 films actually have a moral behind them and it is definitely not one of your typical idol dramas. Well, there aren't that many idols in this drama. You'll probably recognise A Chord in one of the films. Once again, he's just a supporting character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each story is unique and it has a very good storyline. It does have a plot &amp;amp; I think that the drama is really suitable for teenagers because it teaches us about things in life such as friendship etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love watching it because it is very real and these things do happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 1- Lonely Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao An &amp;amp; Xiao Die are best friends who travel to Taipei to become hairstylists however, something happens that causes Xiao Die to fall out with Xiao An. Xiao Die calls it betrayal and in the end, something happens to Xiao An which causes Xiao Die to regret.&lt;br /&gt;The episode emphasises on not knowing what we have until it's gone and how painful that feeling is when we find out that we're never going to have it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 2 - Black Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's summer vacation and the male lead intends on trying out something new so he finds his cousin who is in a gang. So, things happen such as fighting with a rival gang and there is another loss in the drama.&lt;br /&gt;The episode teaches us about blind courage and the unthinkable consequences that comes with it. Sometimes, we think that it's cool and everything but we don't realise that we can get hurt and even loose our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;Although it's set to be a fictional story, I think that it is one of the most real stories so far because these things do happen. (Such as joining gangs, gangfights etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Btw, A Chord appears in the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 3 -Fortunately We're all Still Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline is slightly similar to Black Summer but it's more about taking risks. Frankly speaking, it took me quite a while to understand what it's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 4 - Mimi's Wandering Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi is a girl who lives in a rather broken home. Her father hits her mother for money and hence, Mimi ran away. She ended up meeting A Hao who does care for her but ends up "being her pimp." She is then sent to something like a girls home where all the other girls have problems at home etc. Initially it took Mimi some time to get used to the environment but slowly she learns to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I like this one the best. I guess it is because I like the storyline and what happens in the end. It's quite sweet actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 5 - Waves Of Nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one story I bet most girls could relate to.&lt;br /&gt;It's about popularity and backstabbing and all that bitchy stuff. It's the simplest story to understand maybe because it does happen to every girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure when my next update will be but I can tell you that I might loose all my freedom because of my younger brother. I am unsure whether I'll be allowed out or even online on weekends. I lost what I worked so hard for and that is the freedom I now have. If I'm going to go back to square one, then it's good that school will be starting very very soon. I'll count down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you see the truth this time and stop putting that burden on my shoulders. I wish you could realise just how hard I've tried and what a fool you are. This time, I can only rely on myself to fight this battle and get through it. He's not there for me now, so I'll have to do this alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't you see it? How hard I've had to fight just so that you will accept me and treat me like a real person? It's been so hard. Too hard.&lt;br /&gt;All the times I've tried to be the person you want me to be. It's not who I am but I gave up everything just for you. Why? Why can't you just see it? Will you stop being so biased now? Open your eyes. Just please. I beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8307049186802823110?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8307049186802823110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8307049186802823110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8307049186802823110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8307049186802823110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduate-i-finally-finished-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sdd8lqYt3VI/AAAAAAAACwA/ivQz1qKoXwI/s72-c/Thegraduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5265809495558345649</id><published>2009-04-02T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:07:04.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUTING! BOWLING &amp;amp; LASER QUEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss these people so much♥ . The last time I met them was.... Two weeks ago &amp;amp; that was less than half of them. Each time I meet them, something happens! And it's a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we went bowling &amp;amp; laser quest at Bukit Gombak! :D&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually only got ready at like... 12.30pm when we were supposed to meet at Gombak Mrt at 1pm. I left my house at 1.15pm okay! Wanted to take the train but decided to bus there instead since it is more convenient for me plus it stops directly in front of HTNS. :D&lt;br /&gt;Reached there quite late but not that late because the bus was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowled first.&lt;br /&gt;Incredible man! I improved. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Second time at this so I'm a noob.&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up breaking a nail. My nails were short okay &amp;amp; they broke! Plus it's very deep so now, I have to keep short nails. Why am I being bimbotic?&lt;br /&gt;Injured my thumb too. It's bruised but not too badly.&lt;br /&gt;Now I really really understand how he felt when he had to play for me &amp;amp; himself. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;The scene of the bowling alley and the seats just brought back memories but it's alright. I had fun bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only played one round because .... I forgot the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went back to the first floor to play laser quest but apparently, some people already booked it. So we had to wait until 5pm. Hence, we decided to go eat first! FOOD! At Alif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mee Kuah was not as nice as the previous Mee Kuahs. ):&lt;br /&gt;I felt that it was lacking spices and flavour. I don't know. Maybe it's because I burnt my tongue the other day so food doesnt taste the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went &amp;amp; walked back to HTNS!&lt;br /&gt;Laser quest! :D&lt;br /&gt;We played for like 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;10 ppl max. ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, we split into teams.&lt;br /&gt;Red team - Amirul, Haziq, Syukri, Azie &amp;amp; me!&lt;br /&gt;Yellow/Green team - Dama, Natasha, Mus, Hairul, Alif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the game was the fact that we decided to play in total darkness.&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot I'm night blind (cannot see in the dark) so when it was total darkness, it was really super bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we were walking in &amp;amp; it suddenly turned extremely dark. It sucked! I couldn't even see. So Haziq and Amirul were like leading us at first. Azie and I were at the back.&lt;br /&gt;And because I couldn't see...&lt;br /&gt;I held on to Amirul's shirt and walked. (Does this bring you flashbacks of what happened then?)&lt;br /&gt;The pulling of shirt. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was for a short time only. What did you expect? Run around pulling his shirt? Sure got hole later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the rest of the time, it was super dark. I kept banging into Azie. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;And the person we bumped into the most of the time is Hairul and Natasha. I think Hairul was like everywhere. Super noisy because when he popped up, he would make so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had it real bad because I banged into the wall while running.. D:&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I have removed my braces and was wearing my contact lenses or else they would probably break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this proves I'm very bad at laser quest because I was attacked like... most of the time. Still, my second time playing so who cares right? Anyway, it's better to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; btw, our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red team&lt;/span&gt; won! :D&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 20 mins, I probably had a good workout. I feel slimmer already! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SdTdGgsUoOI/AAAAAAAACv4/zbTDOUumksA/s1600-h/2628_61270259937_697114937_1400388_525193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SdTdGgsUoOI/AAAAAAAACv4/zbTDOUumksA/s320/2628_61270259937_697114937_1400388_525193_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320120163756187874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the photo when they went for the second round, with Atiqah, Faizal &amp;amp; their friend. (I forgot the name) Sexy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SdTdGWE9e3I/AAAAAAAACvw/SxeLXj498B0/s1600-h/2628_61270244937_697114937_1400386_3208134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SdTdGWE9e3I/AAAAAAAACvw/SxeLXj498B0/s320/2628_61270244937_697114937_1400386_3208134_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320120160906738546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one even sexier. :D&lt;br /&gt;I think we're all high on the ANTM drug so we decided to go Top Model on this one.&lt;br /&gt;Love the photo! ♥&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be on top?&lt;br /&gt;I like to call this one Laser Quest Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because I had to leave early again. Particularly because of my parents. ):&lt;br /&gt;Sian. Will probably only enjoy freedom in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't wait for next outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5265809495558345649?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5265809495558345649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5265809495558345649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5265809495558345649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5265809495558345649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/outing-bowling-laser-quest-miss-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SdTdGgsUoOI/AAAAAAAACv4/zbTDOUumksA/s72-c/2628_61270259937_697114937_1400388_525193_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6085847313509130910</id><published>2009-04-02T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:43:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="entry"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wo De Cuo - B.A.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;飞机已离开机场&lt;br /&gt;你选择了前往你的方向&lt;br /&gt;不再迷惘&lt;br /&gt;忘了我们爱的过往&lt;br /&gt;忘了我给你的伤&lt;br /&gt;学会坚强&lt;br /&gt;从前的我不懂你牺牲多大&lt;br /&gt;为我失去朋友不讲&lt;br /&gt;还放弃了所有梦想&lt;br /&gt;觉得没怎样&lt;br /&gt;不会将心比心去想&lt;br /&gt;让你慢慢慢慢失去了希望&lt;br /&gt;能不能够再给我机会好好的爱你&lt;br /&gt;我会仔细的聆听&lt;br /&gt;你对我说的一言一语&lt;br /&gt;我会学会去控制脾气不让你伤心&lt;br /&gt;对你好好的去珍惜&lt;br /&gt;请你相信我的心还是爱你&lt;br /&gt;我想再重来一次&lt;br /&gt;回到过去弥补你的伤&lt;br /&gt;没那种事&lt;br /&gt;怎么做才能够停止&lt;br /&gt;后悔竟伤你如此&lt;br /&gt;不再放肆&lt;br /&gt;为何总到失去才懂的难过&lt;br /&gt;当你在我身边的时候&lt;br /&gt;总是为我默默守候&lt;br /&gt;都是为我的错&lt;br /&gt;错过这难得的拥有&lt;br /&gt;就让你爱我的心慢慢溜走&lt;br /&gt;能不能够再给我机会好好的爱你&lt;br /&gt;我会仔细的聆听&lt;br /&gt;你对我说的一言一语&lt;br /&gt;我会学会去控制脾气不让你伤心&lt;br /&gt;对你好好的去珍惜&lt;br /&gt;请你相信我的心还是爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane has left the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’ve chosen to move forward with your own direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No longer lost in delusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To forget of our love’s past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To forget all the pain I caused you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To learn to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn’t understand how much you’ve sacrificed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept silent when you lost your friends because of me&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, giving up all of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;You felt it was nothing&lt;br /&gt;Can’t compare who has the bigger heart&lt;br /&gt;You slowly let yourself lose all hopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you please give me another chance to love you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pay close attention to&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ll learn to control my temper so as not to make you sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cherish you better&lt;br /&gt;Please trust that my heart still loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’d like to have another fresh start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To go back to make up for all the pain you got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess there’s no such thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What should I do so this will stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only regrets for hurting you like this&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer bring you devastation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is it always that you don’t know what you got till it’s gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were at my side&lt;br /&gt;Always taking care of me silently&lt;br /&gt;It’s all my fault&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve failed to keep such precious possession&lt;br /&gt;That is to let your loving heart towards me slowly go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you please give me another chance to love you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pay close attention to&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ll learn to control my temper so as not to make you sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cherish you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please trust that my heart still loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;From day one when I first heard it until now.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was fourteen &amp;amp; it was strangely sent to me by CG (I used to dislike him &amp;amp; like his friend). Unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Even stranger is that I used to talk a lot on the phone to him and I am not known for long conversations on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, a few days ago...&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly decided to listen to the song on imeem and to find the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;And just then, I cried because almost every word described what I was feeling deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry but those words will never be enough for us anymore. Moving on is always hard and even if I try my best, that might not be enough. I have to believe. Believe that these wounds will heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish I had fought on that day, to tell you that I still care but what was wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why did I let myself let you go? Deep down I know that we would never work out because we were from two different worlds and our parents would object to us being together. So, why is it so hard for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe it's because you were the first real relationship in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, the first cut is indeed the deepest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I'm trying as hard as I can. T o be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/786423584744257049-6085847313509130910?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6085847313509130910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6085847313509130910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6085847313509130910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6085847313509130910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/wo-de-cuo-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8597295324079325447</id><published>2009-04-01T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:12:10.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even realise it was already April until I got tricked around midnight. Then again, would most people realise that it's already a new day after the clock strikes twelve? I don't know. I just know I was still thinking it is March until I got tricked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing is, I got fooled thrice. Am I an idiot or what? Oh well, like what Ami said, I'm really gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't even recall how I spent April Fools last year and the previous years. I don't know why. Must have been because I rarely celebrate April Fools Day and my pranks are hardly successful. You must be a Mandy to pull a successful one. (Flashbacks of all of Mandy's pranks back in school come to mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think last year. I most probably woke up to a Good Morning &amp;amp; Happy April Fools sms. Nothing much. Thought of it as a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pranks...&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky Mandy hasn't tried one on me this year. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in Sec 2. She bought this farting cushion which makes a LOUD fart sound when you sit on it. She brought it to school and I didnt even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;So, after we greeted the teacher. She decided to slip it on my chair and me being extremely blur, sat and it and there was this SUPER DUPER LOUD FART SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I straight away knew who was the culprit. Actually the whole class already knew. Wth. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only prank that really succeeded was the one me and Mandy prank called someone. HAHA! I can't tell you who that someone is. Later she read my blog and this post, I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretended to find her number on the net &amp;amp; we pretended that we wanted to get to know her. And we were trying to be all creepy. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;And all this was done on Orchard Road. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. My life isn't funny at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just stay happy okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I really don't know why I'm blogging now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8597295324079325447?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8597295324079325447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8597295324079325447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8597295324079325447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8597295324079325447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fools-day-i-didnt-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-4678848630095340812</id><published>2009-03-30T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:35:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahrenheit's autograph session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fahrenheit's Autograph Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very happy after what happened last night. I finally know what it feels like to be an idol chaser and you know what, it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yesterday, Chin Ming &amp;amp; I decided to go to their autograph session to catch a glimpse of those four hunks! :D&lt;br /&gt;We took a look at the queue &amp;amp; it was LONG!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously long, all the way at the fourth floor. At the carpark. It was endless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows how popular they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the most exciting bit was when we went to wait for them at the fourth floor. :)&lt;br /&gt;Extremely happy because the three of us (Ami, Chin &amp;amp; I) got a very good location which was by the escalator which they were going down! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. We waited. And there was already a damn huge crowd downstairs at the thirdfloor. So, we were extremely lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought they would be coming in from our right, so there was already a pathway for them. However, suddenly... A few fans screamed. So, all of us started screaming but they still haven't arrived yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;One of the bodyguards went, coming! And more screams! So, we turned around and in they walked. I rushed over to where they were supposed to walk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bodyguard was like pushing me back. So, the only thing between us was the damn bodyguard.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was one of the fastest to react because once people saw them. They stood there and stunned there for a while. I rushed la! :D Damn high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin came out first. He's like really tall. The minute I noticed him and his face, I screamed! :D&lt;br /&gt;Exhilarating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aaron walked in, I saw his smile!!! Omg! So nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jiro, I think I only noticed his hair because I was fumbling with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and finally Wu Zun, when he walked past me! :D I saw his eyes and nose and I went AAAHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went down the escalator and we were like chasing them but we were blocked by the bodyguards of course. I was like right behind them because everybody else was still... stunned and all that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;I was higher than Chin Ming!&lt;br /&gt;Then while waiting for them to go down the escalator... I grabbed hold of Chin Ming's hand. So funny! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, when they allowed us fans to go down. I rushed down and sort of left Ami &amp;amp; Chin behind.&lt;br /&gt;I actually "FLEW" down like nobody's business. It was as if I wasn't afraid of heights at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so far in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was all that squeezing to get through the door. It was really hot and the fans were all sweating. I was still holding Chin's hand. LOL. And there was this girl in between us together with her friends. She was like leaning on me. LOL. Very funny! And I was protecting my boobies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really really sweaty and oh boy, it was a workout!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't breath for a few seconds there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was kinda lucky I'm pretty tall compared to all those other girls because I got to see them not only very clearly, I got air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something we realised from all the jostling... The big people tend to not get pushed around. So I was lucky. Chin &amp;amp; Ami got pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Thank goodness I learnt some things about idol chasing from Yuting's previous experiences. No flash when taking pictures when chasing them. No slippers, will get stepped on. No pumps, sure blisters. Thank goodness for my very fake crocs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being in that sort of crowd was exhilirating. I could feel myself going high just by chasing them. Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omg! Yaya is one lucky lucky girl! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any of those fans who were there during the autograph session are reading this, HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;And if the four gorgeous guys are reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO! I WISH YOU FOUR BOYS ALL THE BEST! I WILL SUPPORT YOU ALL THE WAY! JIA YOU! LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I don't know how to type in Chinese and I don't really know how to speak Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I can only say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni hao. Wo shi Aishah. Wo ai ni! Wo yong yuan support ni! Jia You wor! Xie Xie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(omg. I totally forgot how to write support in pin yin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds broken. I know. Sorry. Sorry. It sounds better when I speak it. Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much pictures because I took video when they came but... I didn't really capture them. I captured the bodyguard. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;So, I got some pics which I took from waaaaaaaaay behind. Really really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom actually said that I'm eighteen already but still behaving like a groupie. Not my fault. I am a fangirl. Always will be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0263.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0266.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0267.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0268.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0270.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0277.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0285.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0276.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0276.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0284.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/th_IMG_0284.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the closest I could go. My camera cannot zoom anymore. Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s If you watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ToGetHer&lt;/span&gt; the other day, you would have heard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Chord's Gou Ai&lt;/span&gt; which Ben was lip synching to. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gou Ai&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ai Ni De Wo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; upon hearing it! Super high! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I wonder if you watched it. And if you did, did your thoughts instinctively go to me when the song played and did you miss me as much as I miss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-4678848630095340812?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4678848630095340812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=4678848630095340812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4678848630095340812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4678848630095340812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/fahrenheits-autograph-session.html' title='Fahrenheit&apos;s autograph session'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-54664559707839748</id><published>2009-03-25T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:41:45.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS MY CURRENT FASCINATION. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUvtY85oI/AAAAAAAACvo/JaXrD8cS5Jk/s1600-h/3314134705_f7a0121a00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUvtY85oI/AAAAAAAACvo/JaXrD8cS5Jk/s320/3314134705_f7a0121a00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155488679126658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Allison Harvard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She piques my interest with her big big eyes. They are so different.&lt;br /&gt;She's actually from Americas Next Top Model Cycle 12.&lt;br /&gt;And so far, she's one of my favourites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I've been spending the past few days watching ANTM. Recently, I just completed watching Cycle 12. Was rooting for Sheena actually but I'm cool that McKey won. Oh major spoiler. Sorry, I know. Cycle 11 is still airing on Channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Cycle 12 is so much cooler although from the first few eps, I think it's kinda not cool anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so hot &amp;amp; sexy. Now it's dying...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I like London &amp;amp; Teyona. Fo isn't bad either. Tahlia made me feel comfortable with my scars &amp;amp; I'm gonna go out and bare some more skin. Who cares about my scars?!&lt;br /&gt;I liked Sandra's features but her attitude sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is Allison.&lt;br /&gt;She actually got the best picture for the first episode. You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUuZMMmLI/AAAAAAAACvg/CTNyf46eIrQ/s1600-h/44749458jpgtitleAllison20isanartist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUuZMMmLI/AAAAAAAACvg/CTNyf46eIrQ/s320/44749458jpgtitleAllison20isanartist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155466077051058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She gives me this doll-like feeling. It's scary but Aii loves! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you should sooooooooo watch her interview video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/698FrFpL4WE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/698FrFpL4WE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I googled her &amp;amp; I found some photos of her.&lt;br /&gt;Creepy but cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;She's known as Creepy Chan! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUuHX5UrI/AAAAAAAACvY/TDYNebZMY8I/s1600-h/allison2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUuHX5UrI/AAAAAAAACvY/TDYNebZMY8I/s320/allison2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155461294281394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She gives me this cool ghostly feel. A Victorian feel too. Bet she would look great in lolita.&lt;br /&gt;I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUuCEpQQI/AAAAAAAACvQ/BVd2zyw7_zI/s1600-h/creepychankp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUuCEpQQI/AAAAAAAACvQ/BVd2zyw7_zI/s320/creepychankp9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155459871359234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is kinda scary. A bit like how she is bleeding and crying blood! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUtpCbeVI/AAAAAAAACvI/PUK1JmWvGYY/s1600-h/cw-antm12-allison-container_030791-170eab-500x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUtpCbeVI/AAAAAAAACvI/PUK1JmWvGYY/s320/cw-antm12-allison-container_030791-170eab-500x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155453151181138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her make-over. They should have made her hair red or jet black. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love this creepy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After watching ANTM, I'm ready. (:&lt;br /&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/786423584744257049-54664559707839748?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/54664559707839748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=54664559707839748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/54664559707839748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/54664559707839748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-my-current-fascination.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScpUvtY85oI/AAAAAAAACvo/JaXrD8cS5Jk/s72-c/3314134705_f7a0121a00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6822109896137575990</id><published>2009-03-23T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:53:03.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Scb0AOCMmqI/AAAAAAAACvA/zX8m64ag_jo/s1600-h/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Scb0AOCMmqI/AAAAAAAACvA/zX8m64ag_jo/s320/IMG_0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204694761937570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past few days, I've been working hard to loose weight &amp;amp; tone my body but I still feel it isn't enough. I jogged around the house, but it's not the same. I did countless crunches &amp;amp; sit-ups but my stomach still isn't flat. I can feel my muscle aching after my hard work but I don't see much or any difference. My stupid stomach is still bulging. Perhaps, it's my own fault for gorging myself too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been controlling my diet. Eating dinner at 6pm or earlier instead of the usual timing. I'm trying my best to eat lesser but it doesn't seem to work. I feel hungry very easily. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that slim body in a few days but I forget that it's impossible to do it within a few days. I need months. My weight went down by 3kg in Nov &amp;amp; Dec but I went to KL, I gained what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm content with my body but I'm not happy with all the flabby parts. My upper thighs, my butt, my stomach, my arms and a bit of my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, no pain no gain. To look beautiful, I must at least suffer some pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, I went to Orchard Plaza the other day to do threading on my brows. Now they're really neat &amp;amp; they look pretty. Gives me that very polished look which I like.&lt;br /&gt;Except, I think my brows grow too fast. I see it growing already. ):&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly recalled the time when I accidentally shaved half of my right eyebrow. Thank goodness my fringe can cover it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; there was this shopkeeper who made my day.&lt;br /&gt;I was stepping into Orchard Plaza when he smiled at me &amp;amp; said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You look very pretty&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he was trying to get me to buy his things. I don't know but I certainly felt happier after hearing him say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, for the next few days... I have to learn to live without contact lenses. My eyes couldn't open when I wanted to go jogging this morning because they were just too dry. I think the lack of moisture &amp;amp; oxygen has also been causing me to have migraines every few days.&lt;br /&gt;It's not an infection. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be going back to Freshlook's lenses because I adore the natural look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anybody want to go exercise with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody who can really motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;Was watching the biggest loser the other day &amp;amp; realised how much I need somebody to help me because on my own, I will not work out as much as I'm supposed to. I need somebody who is fit so I can be motivated.&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, because I work out at home, I usually end up distracted. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit silly because the other day (never warm up properly) I was jogging when suddenly my knee started aching! My muscles around the joint was in pain. Really stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;End up nearly cannot walk = cannot exercise.&lt;br /&gt;This is why, I need to warm up &amp;amp; need somebody to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6822109896137575990?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6822109896137575990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6822109896137575990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6822109896137575990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6822109896137575990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-few-days-ive-been-working-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Scb0AOCMmqI/AAAAAAAACvA/zX8m64ag_jo/s72-c/IMG_0244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6901932132067232535</id><published>2009-03-22T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:05:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i79.servimg.com/u/f79/13/19/13/82/36675611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 321px;" src="http://i79.servimg.com/u/f79/13/19/13/82/36675611.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i25.servimg.com/u/f25/11/79/77/27/achord10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 541px;" src="http://i25.servimg.com/u/f25/11/79/77/27/achord10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我穿越金星 木星 水星 火星 土星&lt;br /&gt;土星追尋你 時間滴滴答滴答 答滴聲音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;指頭還殘留 你為我 擦的指甲油&lt;br /&gt;沒想透 你好像說過&lt;br /&gt;你和我 會不會有以後&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界一直一直變 地球不停的轉動&lt;br /&gt;在你的時空 我從未退縮懦弱&lt;br /&gt;當我靠在你耳朵 只想輕輕對你說&lt;br /&gt;我的溫柔 只想讓你都擁有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的愛只能夠 讓你一個人獨自擁有&lt;br /&gt;我的靈和魂魄 不停守侯 在你心門口&lt;br /&gt;我的傷和眼淚 化為烏有 為你而流&lt;br /&gt;藏在無邊無際 小小宇宙&lt;br /&gt;愛你的我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛你的我 不能停止脈搏&lt;br /&gt;為了愛你奮鬥就請你讓我 說出口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛只能夠 讓你一個人獨自擁有&lt;br /&gt;我的靈和魂魄 不停守侯 在你心門口&lt;br /&gt;我的傷和眼淚 化為烏有 為你而流&lt;br /&gt;藏在無邊無際 小小宇宙&lt;br /&gt;愛你的我 yeah~ 愛你的我 yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我穿越金星 木星 水星 火星 土星&lt;br /&gt;土星追尋你 時間滴滴答滴答 答滴聲音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first time I listened to this song.&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen then. Turning eighteen now.&lt;br /&gt;Two years have passed. Now another drama related to Zhong Ji series is using it.&lt;br /&gt;A Chord &amp;amp; Dong Cheng Wei wrote this song for X Family and now Pet Chen is singing this song for K.O 3anguo (Zhong Ji SanGuo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you understand how much this song means to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you really felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't forgotten although I wish to because it just hurts too much.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew that loving would be so hard, perhaps I should have run away right from the beginning but that is the coward's way out.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you anything more about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Last night's dream or nightmare described it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if you had the same one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;我愛你&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/786423584744257049-6901932132067232535?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6901932132067232535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6901932132067232535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6901932132067232535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6901932132067232535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-yeah-i-still-remember-first-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-1602557655240613831</id><published>2009-03-20T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:07:36.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think lots of people are going to think that I'm a lesbian after this post. Is it that wrong to say that another woman is hot &amp;amp; she's your idol? I don't see anything wrong in saying that another girl is hot &amp;amp; that you can't take your eyes off her. Is it that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive people just attract my attention. Don't they attract yours too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course another reason, why I just can't help but stare is because I want to be just like them. Or perhaps find a flaw in their beauty or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that wrong to be unable to take my eyes off a beautiful woman? There's nothing wrong right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let me tell you who's the gorgeous babe I can't take my eyes off. It's not my reflection. Oh my, I sound like such a narcissist but it's really true. Each time, I peer into the mirror, my eyes would be glued to the reflection. Not because I'm pretty but because I like to look and stare! HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't take my eyes off her &amp;amp; each time I watch her, I'll keep wanting to see more of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScL9rpwfB1I/AAAAAAAACu4/EAGHwiLW71o/s1600-h/2131999587_203be6ed84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScL9rpwfB1I/AAAAAAAACu4/EAGHwiLW71o/s320/2131999587_203be6ed84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315089436636022610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiaki Kuriyama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's Japanese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How do I even take my eyes off her pretty face when she's just too gorgeous? I wish I could look just like her. She's tall (5cm shorter than me though) &amp;amp; she's slim. Plus, she's got great and attractive features that just draws me to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes look so pretty. They just draw my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin seems so flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips may not be like Jolie's but they do look very kissable. (Now I sound super lesbo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScL9rVGxPyI/AAAAAAAACuw/ub5CLhYujLw/s1600-h/2168168853_6f49118c5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScL9rVGxPyI/AAAAAAAACuw/ub5CLhYujLw/s320/2168168853_6f49118c5a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315089431092346658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so poised here. Just like a lady or a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScL9rbvM9eI/AAAAAAAACuo/2bdc7jvGiYk/s1600-h/118415919_0588a2722a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScL9rbvM9eI/AAAAAAAACuo/2bdc7jvGiYk/s320/118415919_0588a2722a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315089432872547810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks like a doll in this photo with her large round eyes and beautiful skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, if she looks familiar to you...&lt;br /&gt;Then there must be a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Chiaki Kuriyama is not only a model. She's also an actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen her act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of Kill Bill or Hyde, you probably have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/chiaki+kuriyama/Kouda-Kumi-Fan/Chiaki%20Kuriyama/3.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 531px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Kouda-Kumi-Fan/Chiaki%20Kuriyama/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Refreshed your memory?&lt;br /&gt;Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill Vol 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the role that created a name for her in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mentioned Hyde didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you didn't know that Chiaki is a huge fan of L'Arc~En~Ciel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that Chiaki has met and acted together with Hyde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that movie. Kagen No Tsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as The Last Quarter. That movie was so nice. I had dreams and flashes of it everywhere I went after watching it in Sec Four. I was so addicted that I sang and downloaded the piano version of Cape Of The Storms. And anyway, Chiaki's acting in the movie was pretty good. She played 3 different characters. Well, sort of 3 but it was really great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I'm biased but yeah, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I sound so lesbian! :D&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright because she's just too hot!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-1602557655240613831?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1602557655240613831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=1602557655240613831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1602557655240613831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1602557655240613831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-lots-of-people-are-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/ScL9rpwfB1I/AAAAAAAACu4/EAGHwiLW71o/s72-c/2131999587_203be6ed84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-900341199416933775</id><published>2009-03-16T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:19:23.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I posted something like this on my previous blogs already so please skip if you don't want to read this again &amp;amp; if you don't want a long rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WLE! WHAT IS WITH YOU PEOPLE!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 56815434th time you accuse me of the same thing! If you want to accuse me of that, please do it exactly one year ago. NOT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn stupid really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed because apparently, somebody told me I have a boyfriend. And you still tell me I'm denying it. If I have a boyfriend now, why should I deny? Please get your facts right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I have a boyfriend if I don't know anything about him? Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it so wrong for me to not have a boyfriend? To not have a guy to call on?&lt;br /&gt;Oh please...&lt;br /&gt;I grew up a long time ago &amp;amp; the fact is... I can do without a boyfriend for the time-being.&lt;br /&gt;Do not assume I'm lesbian just because I don't have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm single, it does not make me any different from you. I'm human too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, after what this heart's suffered, I think it's best if I took a break from dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I would love being pampered by a boy &amp;amp; being loved. I do want that but, if that's the only reason why I want or need a boyfriend then it is so wrong. I wouldn't want to just throw myself at any guy who is willing to pamper &amp;amp; love me. Then, I'll be using him &amp;amp; that's not fair to the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to be in a relationship, I would first take into account the chemistry that we both share &amp;amp; think about the guy. I'll take into account, all his good points &amp;amp; his flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to just stupidly jump into a relationship without first knowing my guy, then there is a very high probability that I may end up with another broken heart. Even if I knew him well, I might still end up hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Rihanna &amp;amp; Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I may end up like Rihanna if I just pick some guy who seems to have good affinity with me. I might end up like her if I didn't know the guy better &amp;amp; worse, the guy may take advantage of what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is reality.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be careful because no matter how nice the guy is, I might end up very hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, to those girls who say...&lt;br /&gt;If I end up like Rihanna, I'll leave my guy straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy to let go of what we have. It's never easy.&lt;br /&gt;We're scared of him hurting us but, we're even more scared to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, we have to learn to carefully pick our guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A guy who loves us, will never harm us in any way. He may hurt us by accident but never intentionally....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-900341199416933775?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/900341199416933775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=900341199416933775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/900341199416933775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/900341199416933775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-posted-something-like-this-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6468580578981626344</id><published>2009-03-15T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:22:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before, I start writing.&lt;br /&gt;Let me apologise to Fah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry sayang for not going to your BBQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be seeing you soon I hope! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah wants to organise A &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;VITAGEN REUNION&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; better come!&lt;br /&gt;By you, I do not include that extra! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitagen reunion!&lt;br /&gt;Most probably on 28th March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what you guys want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we just have a bowling &amp;amp; laser quest outing? (It'll be very short though)&lt;br /&gt;Or shall we have a buffet where we can all sit down, eat, chat &amp;amp; camwhore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what you guys want but do text me or leave a comment on my tagboard! :DD&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6468580578981626344?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6468580578981626344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6468580578981626344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6468580578981626344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6468580578981626344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-i-start-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3129541469554731686</id><published>2009-03-14T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:22:20.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I got a laptop. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I can even use it at home at the moment. No wireless. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my dad a few hundred times already, our house got &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WIRELESS&lt;/span&gt;! Still say can and we have wireless. We don't have wireless. I know &amp;amp; my brother knows it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. &amp;amp; we forgot out singnet password. Entire family did. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents = no good with technology. Neither am I actually but I guess I know some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so probably the main highlight of me enrolling was the laptop. RP was only selling these 3 brands. They are Lenovo, Acer &amp;amp; Fujitsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Fujitsu. Initially planned on getting the much lighter Fujitsu S6520 but I decided to get a heavier Fujitsu S6420. They don't have much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fujitsu S6520 has a better hard disk &amp;amp; wider screen plus it is LED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas Fujitsu S6420 has a better graphic card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get it because of the graphic card actually. I know. You have that look on your face because I don't play games much but hey, I do okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop weighs 1.9kg. HEAVY! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll be training my arms with this laptop. To &amp;amp; fro~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.notebook-driver.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/s6420-gallery-en11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.notebook-driver.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/s6420-gallery-en11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my laptop. It's black. What? Expected a pink sony vaio to pop up? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. RP's enrolment was..................... fast.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we went on the 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st day... There was a long queue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm quite baffled. How come my school, CCC. Don't have their booth set up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really know anybody from my course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Freshmen Orientation Camp. They never give details. Then my school also got no camp?&lt;br /&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, how come the CPF thing so mafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Eh, when am I going to get my card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. You never really ask me to go for medical check-up..&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No lighter notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My only lighter note is a real heavy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that weighs 1.9kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And, I think some of my schoolmates very fashionable! Nice to watch! :D&lt;br /&gt;Inspired me to dress up to school.&lt;br /&gt;Was wearing t-shirt &amp;amp; jeans during enrolment. And old t-shirts &amp;amp; jeans some more. (clothes all in washing because of stupid washing machine)&lt;br /&gt;Shop shop shop! :D&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to that part. Oh &amp;amp; since my mommy doesn't like what I like. I'm going to ask her to get me a watch and more leggings! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;I love leggings! I think they have been my thing since 2006 aside from hairbands.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how people would stare if you wear leggings then but now, it's more of a oh, nothing to stare at. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-3129541469554731686?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3129541469554731686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3129541469554731686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3129541469554731686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3129541469554731686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-got-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-4739857360180283153</id><published>2009-03-13T08:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:19:35.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;PASTAMANIA! &lt;/span&gt;OUT WITH THE CLIQUE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't eat salad. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;I ate pasta because my parents pitied me &amp;amp; gave me money! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, like what Chin Ming and I have said. Pastamania isn't as nice as what it is made out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like pasta but compared to Pastamania, I think Pizza Hut's pasta are way nicer. Plus they're cheaper too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clique ended up trying to save money by ordering one combo. And all of us shared the drinks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my pasta was okay. Duh. Alfredo sauce is nicer than boring old tomato paste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Chin Ming's! :D Hers was some japanese pasta. No, not japanese pasta as in japanese pasta. It's just that the pasta is just that. Oh &amp;amp; btw. I still love Shokudo's pasta! :D Curry baked rice!&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; hers had the bacon sprinkled on top! I know its bacon because of Shokudo. HEH. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami's baked rice also not bad. It's country baked pasta. I think pizza hut has that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve's &amp;amp; At's were about the same. If I'm not wrong they both ordered some pasta with seafood &amp;amp; broth? Broth, is kind of like soup. I learnt that a long way back because of a nursery rhyme. You know the old woman who lived in a shoe &amp;amp; had so many children. The children went to bed eating bread and broth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. In conclusion, pastamania really isn't what its made out to be. Some of the pastas weren't that good. But still, if you want a pasta meal, I guess pastamania's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still believe there are other places where the pasta is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;end off with some photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sbmvl63SSgI/AAAAAAAACt4/NDCmjIDP4KA/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sbmvl63SSgI/AAAAAAAACt4/NDCmjIDP4KA/s200/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312470301451373058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SbmvljBf0lI/AAAAAAAACtw/9maYGSmmvA8/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SbmvljBf0lI/AAAAAAAACtw/9maYGSmmvA8/s200/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312470295051752018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;god knows why my face is so fat &amp;amp; my eyes look so squinty. Still, the more I look at the picture, the more I think that everybody's eyes are as squinty. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my fat face. ): ): I think it's my cheekbones that causes my face to look that way. I need to learn how to do shading so my face won't look so fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; after pasta, we walked to NTUC &amp;amp; got my photo taken. Wasted my $7 because I looked FAT. Duhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;not only that. RP don't allow outside photos!!!!! WHAT! D:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste my $7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We nearly played at the pasar malam. Escape outing in DEC anyone? Don't worry, rides aren't that scary. HAHA! It's lame actually.&lt;br /&gt;However, I can only play at Escape because my parents never allow me on rides in Genting. The only ride I went in the other time was some stupid "upside down upside down ride" Uh-huh. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've decided to get matchy matchy rings! I think black rings when engraved would look nice. Tiff &amp;amp; co. Chin Ming ah. Rich! @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm. Should I get a blazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-4739857360180283153?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4739857360180283153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=4739857360180283153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4739857360180283153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4739857360180283153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/pastamania-out-with-clique-well-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sbmvl63SSgI/AAAAAAAACt4/NDCmjIDP4KA/s72-c/IMG_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3894292362007768634</id><published>2009-03-12T21:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:56:47.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I have absolutely a lot to blog about but I just can't seem to find the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog right now about the clique outing but I'm exhausted. I haven't had any proper sleep since a few weeks ago. Apparently, my younger brother is playing DOTA while I'm trying to get some shut eye! D:&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And the computer is in my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I HATE DOTA CLUB&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE DOTA&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;You ruined my life. There are other reasons other than that but I shan't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I need some shut eye and tonight, while my brother is off in Mad, I'm going to sleep! :D&lt;br /&gt;AND LOCK MY DOOR SO HE CAN STAY AWAY FROM ME &amp;amp; MY COMPUTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, He decided to be like me &amp;amp; pon school for Mon, Tue! AH! AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;I don't pon school for two days! I pon school for only ONE day. ONE! And he pon-ed again the next week. No valid reason!&lt;br /&gt;I pon once in a few weeks. Not like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was so tired, I yawned 568241563 times during enrolment yesterday &amp;amp; I have not blogged about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. A proper update TMR! :D&lt;br /&gt;That is, if I wake up early because I have something on in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, wait until Sunday or next week. (:&lt;br /&gt;I have Fah's bbq on Sat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;Sure you remember how I look like! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SbkMlNnq_QI/AAAAAAAACto/F1N9YAt4VmM/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SbkMlNnq_QI/AAAAAAAACto/F1N9YAt4VmM/s200/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312291068910959874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; btw, if you've noticed my right eye is puffier than usual. Apparently, my eyebag got bitten by a mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;So, my fine lines got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face always gets bitten. Never my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:80;" &gt;I need sleep desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat later. BYE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-3894292362007768634?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3894292362007768634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3894292362007768634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3894292362007768634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3894292362007768634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-swear-i-have-absolutely-lot-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SbkMlNnq_QI/AAAAAAAACto/F1N9YAt4VmM/s72-c/IMG_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3933764521452304084</id><published>2009-03-10T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:11:31.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having the PMS yet again. So pardon me if I've made anybody worried with my rather emo post then. I was feeling very emo then because of certain things but I realised that such matters aren't worth my time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling slightly guilty because the washing machine's button is spoiled &amp;amp; damaged. HOW?&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty now. I can't wash the pile of clothes sitting in my closet. I was going to neaten up my closet &amp;amp; wash everything but now... It seems like it can't even be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. The machine's start button was already cracking yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not make me feel any better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting the clique tonight. Dinner! PASTAMANIA.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt I'll be eating pasta tonight. It's way over my budget. I'm probably going to spend almost $15 if I have pasta and the meal combo thingy. Therefore, in order to save money, I am going to eat salad. Mainly because it's healthier. Or, maybe I'll have a cheaper pasta and bring my own bottled water. I'll save money that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realised that having bringing your own bottled water is good because you can save a dollar or two whenever you have meals outside. Just drink plain water. It's much better for your health too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, what's a nice meal outside without coke and fizzy drinks? Oh. I don't drink fizzy drinks. I prefer tea, coffee and plain water. Coke really isn't good for us either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for a buffet though. Confirm, fat. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight's pretty okay for my height. A lot of people were shocked to hear my weight but for my height. It's pretty healthy! I'm not overweight and neither am I underweight.&lt;br /&gt;My BMI is only 21! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save money!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-3933764521452304084?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3933764521452304084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3933764521452304084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3933764521452304084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3933764521452304084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-having-pms-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7800201215332052579</id><published>2009-03-08T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:20:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dozen sighs would not make me feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not feeling it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Need some me time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7800201215332052579?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7800201215332052579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7800201215332052579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7800201215332052579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7800201215332052579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/dozen-sighs-would-not-make-me-feel-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2425317736560675513</id><published>2009-03-04T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:33:25.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM BANNING MYSELF FROM EATING CHOCOLATE FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my own good. Hopefully, my nose won't be so blocked after this &amp;amp; I can sing again.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's probably going to help me loose weight... Not. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How to survive? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clear my nose &amp;amp; buy the anti-snore thing. This is so I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head's still muddled up. Need a getaway trip to Sentosa. Sun, Sand, Sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I want a new bikini! f21 is selling bikinis now! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2425317736560675513?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2425317736560675513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2425317736560675513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2425317736560675513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2425317736560675513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-banning-myself-from-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7701448567804137205</id><published>2009-03-03T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:41:31.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in the midst of signing into blogger when all of a sudden my fan &amp;amp; the computer decided to stop working. The computer automatically when dead &amp;amp; the fan just stopped. They died on me just like that. Of course I was confused because I really didnt know what was going on. I mean... One second I was typing my password &amp;amp; the next... The computer &amp;amp; fan went dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that it could have been a power failure in the house but the lights were on. Plus, the television in the living room was still working. There isn't anything wrong with my eyes too. I know the difference between the lights being on and the lights being off. I am not that dumb you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after standing around for a about a minute, I decided to fumble and play around with the electric socket. I was just too shocked &amp;amp; I couldn't figure out what the problem was. It didn't occur to me that I might have gotten electrocuted had the socket been faulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continued playing around with it &amp;amp; suddenly, I felt a jolt of electricity. Being thick-skinned (thank goodness!) I was not really electrocuted but my hair did stand. Somebody's going to KILL me after reading this. That is, if he reads this.  Still, I don't really care. Playing with fire = Getting yourself burnt, didn't you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after fumbling with it for about 5 minutes. I decided to try and switch on the fan &amp;amp; thank goodness it worked. I was wondering why didn't it start. Chey. Realise I must switch it on. The computer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a scare. Still, will get my dad to check on the socket tmr. I don't want it to suddenly explode in flames or die on me a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh. And I am starting to hate my computer because it is laggy. I need a new one. Oh wait, I'll be getting one next week! :D&lt;br /&gt;Enrolment! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realised that I actually do have lots of friends in poly. A bunch of the seniors are there, although I don't really and have never really talked to them. It's more of a I know you &amp;amp; you know me kind of knowing each other. The only time we talked was a Hi? It's just like that. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; H will finally see me around campus. He asked me about a few months ago if I was in his school. Funny question. Haha. Now I'm in RP. Oh, so I have a lookalike now? Cool!&lt;br /&gt;And H is not Hakim and neither is it Hafi. H is... Quite a common name. Heh. I realised I have plenty of friends with H's name. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the hospital just yesterday to visit my grandfather. He seems much better now. He still scolded the doctor. That was not a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find it quite peculiar that he could suddenly put on weight. He hasn't eaten anything except fruits in the past 3 weeks. Plus, he's only been drinking water. He put on like about 5kg? That's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors are going to do a scan to check why he's gaining weight. Other than that, he seems to be getting better. He looks healthy except he can't really walk well. He seems fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And while at the hospital. I learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;There's this sign on the hospital bed that says what language you speak, the race etc. And I learnt there is a language known as Uncommunicative! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;It means that the patient is probably uncommunicative. So it's pretty cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;It does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I went to my tailor. And she said, I look like I'm from China.&lt;br /&gt;Now China.&lt;br /&gt;What next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Japanese, then Korean. Then Hong Kong. Then Japanese again. Then Indonesian. The Japanese. And back to Korean. And now Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I fail at looking Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so?&lt;br /&gt;My contacts maybe? But contact lenses only do so little. People have been asking me the same old thing even when I wear my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a foreigner to you?&lt;br /&gt;Next time, somebody asks, I'll say... I'm an alien! :D&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next entry! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7701448567804137205?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7701448567804137205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7701448567804137205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7701448567804137205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7701448567804137205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-in-midst-of-signing-into-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2547739197637923985</id><published>2009-03-01T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:48:40.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Presenting.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_oRn6DuI/AAAAAAAACtI/dtI93wpQi3I/s1600-h/n697114937_1268467_7734737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_oRn6DuI/AAAAAAAACtI/dtI93wpQi3I/s200/n697114937_1268467_7734737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308195440711831266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_oDa0ooI/AAAAAAAACtA/DIzH7MrKWGU/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_oDa0ooI/AAAAAAAACtA/DIzH7MrKWGU/s200/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308195436898853506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUSEEY'S BIRTHDAY BBQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to bring in the BIG EIGHTEEN! Had lots of fun with him &amp;amp; the other redcampers. Felt really bad because I came kinda late and they had to wait for me. And I also had to leave early. Didn't even talk to his other friends because I was mostly hanging around in the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have lots of fun. How many times must I say it? However, it's such a bad thing I was feeling so shag because I ended up looking horrible. Umm. That doesn't really matter here but I was feeling super shag and thus ended up not really enjoying myself. Am I contradicting myself here? I guess I am but still... I think you get what I mean. It simply means, I didn't enjoy myself to the fullest. I had some stuff on my mind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_RXZws9I/AAAAAAAACsw/lP1lquy75fg/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_RXZws9I/AAAAAAAACsw/lP1lquy75fg/s200/IMG_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308195047126119378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our shelter which is like kinda away from the pit but it faced the seaside and was rather near the restaurant. Heck, I didn't even know there was a restaurant in Sembawang Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not a surprise since I don't usually go to the Sembawang area. Plus the last time I went there, I was only 10. I know my mom used to live there but... I don't know much about that area. And I actually thought the restaurant was the surau. *collapses* It's obviously not right. Suraus &amp;amp; restaurants aren't even alike. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_Q4Jzo1I/AAAAAAAACso/FjyQWCHcbPk/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_Q4Jzo1I/AAAAAAAACso/FjyQWCHcbPk/s200/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308195038737703762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Shafiq &amp;amp; Mir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_QokvjPI/AAAAAAAACsg/Yd0V84NFHBE/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_QokvjPI/AAAAAAAACsg/Yd0V84NFHBE/s200/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308195034555714802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faizal. He taught me how to play the guitar a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_QTrOmJI/AAAAAAAACsY/ni9wwC8XRKo/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_QTrOmJI/AAAAAAAACsY/ni9wwC8XRKo/s200/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308195028945770642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my lovely Fah! I rindu! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhh, I feel weird reading myself type rindu and typing it. It's almost unbelievable. Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;But back to the point, I miss her a lot! We must meet up okay dear. Must not forget Syai, Yaya, Nianting, Ziq &amp;amp; the other Cenninchevitans! :DD&lt;br /&gt;FAH! I LOVE YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. My face damn shag. Tired okay. I'm not even sure what I did but I know I was really exhausted. Must have been all the late nights and all the pain. D:&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It's really fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kucing was so damn cute! I can't believe that half the time, I took pictures of the kucing! CATS! MIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaqDZkcMlrI/AAAAAAAACtY/mvOqsFauQSs/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaqDZkcMlrI/AAAAAAAACtY/mvOqsFauQSs/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308199586111461042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaqDZe8hiwI/AAAAAAAACtQ/LFV79Il_wYo/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaqDZe8hiwI/AAAAAAAACtQ/LFV79Il_wYo/s200/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308199584636439298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need my pills now. D:&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep. Insomnia's taking over me again.&lt;br /&gt;My mind's blank.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crying.&lt;br /&gt;And when I sleep, I wake up due to the nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;It's happening all over again.&lt;br /&gt;1st March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2547739197637923985?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2547739197637923985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2547739197637923985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2547739197637923985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2547739197637923985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/03/presenting.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/Sap_oRn6DuI/AAAAAAAACtI/dtI93wpQi3I/s72-c/n697114937_1268467_7734737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8033531291240362421</id><published>2009-02-27T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:51:00.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaffqPq7RYI/AAAAAAAACrw/3UkpRiBnutE/s1600-h/n1432616007_30159146_8866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaffqPq7RYI/AAAAAAAACrw/3UkpRiBnutE/s200/n1432616007_30159146_8866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307456602733495682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo is like super long ago. (:&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Nov! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUS!&lt;br /&gt;Had fun ytd with the redcampers and all. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't stay for long.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about the bbq soon after I steal photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my fingers hurt.. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My grandfather is back in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;It was not his choice but he is in a lot of pain. I wish him well &amp;amp; please don't be so stubborn. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Might visit him tomorrow. If I don't I'll probably be at Heeren to catch ALL AMERICAN REJECTS! I LOOVE THEM! :D&lt;br /&gt;Been loving them since I heard them on the radio in Primary 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swing swing by the table side! My heart is crushed by a former love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing again. (:&lt;br /&gt;Wrote another one by the way.&lt;br /&gt;It's not good enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8033531291240362421?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8033531291240362421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8033531291240362421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8033531291240362421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8033531291240362421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-photo-is-like-super-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaffqPq7RYI/AAAAAAAACrw/3UkpRiBnutE/s72-c/n1432616007_30159146_8866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2994255751220157177</id><published>2009-02-25T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:49:51.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I think I died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of boredom have drained my inspiration and my will to blog. As if you didn't know that already. My blog is mainly filled with photos &amp;amp; some paragraphs about blah and blah. I'm not even writing about my views like I used to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the boredom bug ate me alive, but it left a very damaged me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this very bored me has even started playing Maple all over again and now my fingers are aching. I have not played games in forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start playing other games. And I've tried L4D. It's cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;Now, to find other games. I'm not going to play Dota. Nope. Never. My brother is addicted to it. It's eating his brain now. ):&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously bad during December. He even played at 3am while I was sleeping. The computer is in my room by the way. I had trouble sleeping then. -.-&lt;br /&gt;My eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm learning the guitar all over again. I've gotten better. Better as in, I learnt more chords but I'm no good still. It sounds a little off. I guess there's something wrong with the tuning. Oh well, at least I'm trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And enrolment soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;Not very happy with my poly but I'm fine with the course. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I did want a fresh start &amp;amp; since I know super few people there, it's a great time for a new start. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering now if I should take my photo during enrolment or get it done outside. Save time &amp;amp; higher chance of a nicer photo. Hmmm. I plan on wearing green lenses. Is it even allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everybody. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that I'm meeting some of the red campers tomorrow! BBQ for the Feb Babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2994255751220157177?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2994255751220157177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2994255751220157177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2994255751220157177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2994255751220157177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5833118014837137624</id><published>2009-02-22T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:29:14.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaFcgfBR7oI/AAAAAAAACrg/CSiszhBz9Ks/s1600-h/IMG_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaFcgfBR7oI/AAAAAAAACrg/CSiszhBz9Ks/s200/IMG_0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305623549171592834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has its ups &amp;amp; downs.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'll have to believe in myself &amp;amp; get on with it. It won't hurt me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I survived today and I can hardly believe it. Not one drop of tear fell from my eyes &amp;amp; not once did I stop to think about it. Actually, I did stop to think about it &amp;amp; it hurt for a minute or two and that's when I realised that everybody else is probably going through it. Everybody who is like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; month. The month where I feel myself falling and sinking to the ground. It's painful but I know that after today, I'll be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd February. You'll be nothing more than just a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is there for me to hold on to the past &amp;amp; still harp on it when there's countless possibilities out there for me? I just need to make that first move towards the life that I want to lead. I'm not afraid anymore and you're not going to stop me from living my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised it already. That without you, my life is already beautiful. I've got so many others just waiting for me to smile. So many others who love me as I am and I'm sorry for not being able to let you see the real me. The me, who was to scared to tell the world who she really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter now. I won't love you anymore. I found someone else to love the same way I used to love you. I found me &amp;amp; I'm going to love myself even more by treating myself right. I'm not going to put myself down anymore. I'm over that. Actually I'm not. I still want to slim down, but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point here is, I've moved on. Face it. I've moved on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, and for some reason, I feel like quitting facebook.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I feel like not blogging. I have absolutely nothing to write about. ):&lt;br /&gt;No outings until Thursday &amp;amp; I'm broke. $15?! I can hardly afford that. My wallet has only $4 plus I've absolutely nothing to wear. Sighs. This is what you get for being jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't think I got that job. ):&lt;br /&gt;HMV ):&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, I would have gotten it only if I could read Chinese characters. Sucky ain't it. ):&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I'll sit at home and rot until orientation camp starts &amp;amp; it's probably in a month.&lt;br /&gt;So until then, I'll work on loosing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, ignore my cleavage please. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my prettiest photos tend to show my cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I had minimal make-up on. It's actually just loose powder &amp;amp; mascara &amp;amp; blusher &amp;amp; gloss. (:&lt;br /&gt;Me without make-up equals sick girl. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I have nothing against going on without make-up to Lot 1. Uh. No. :D&lt;br /&gt;The only time you see me without make-up is when I'm at home or at the market or when I used to be in Kranji or at the beach. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for the loose powder now. Ditching my liquid foundation &amp;amp; will only use it when I have day-long events. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ignore my legs. Was wearing my FBTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need job. Intro me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Just mail me. iamsodead@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you. (:&lt;br /&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/786423584744257049-5833118014837137624?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5833118014837137624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5833118014837137624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5833118014837137624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5833118014837137624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-has-its-ups-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SaFcgfBR7oI/AAAAAAAACrg/CSiszhBz9Ks/s72-c/IMG_0248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2520184019432787095</id><published>2009-02-17T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:28:49.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZp6qy_23CI/AAAAAAAACrA/FdH6ktLvqsE/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZp6qy_23CI/AAAAAAAACrA/FdH6ktLvqsE/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303686386844884002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I've got green nails &amp;amp; green eyes. My aunt painted my nails for me because I was over at my grandparents place yesterday. Green eyes are contact lenses of course. I'm trying to switch from blue to brown or green. Purple is actually a nice colour too but I would want to wear something more subtle. If were to get purple, I'll get Freshlook's. It's slightly more expensive compared to Freshkon but the colour blends in perfectly well. I'm currently trying out big eye lens which in my opinion, don't really work on me. There's not much difference plus the colour isn't really well blended but it's pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the black pair I got from Geo makes my eyes bigger though. Slightly bigger, I guess it's due to the colour?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Geo lenses aren't quite safe &amp;amp; buying them from blogshops might result in eye infections because of cheap imitations. I've heard that the colour of some of the lenses have faded or run. So, be careful if you want to get Geo lenses or any lenses online. Always buy from a reputable blogshop or buy from the manufacturer itself.&lt;br /&gt;An example of a reputable blogshop would be sglenses.&lt;br /&gt;Or you could always get them from public figures. I got mine from Xuesha's spree..&lt;br /&gt;Buying from the manufacturer is the safest actually. However, you have to get 500 pieces, which is 250 pairs. So if you want to get them, it's best to organize sprees between large group of friends. Afterall, why would you get 250 pairs for yourself? You only have a pair of eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love Dueba lenses too! :D My first pair were Dueba lenses. But apparently, one side had a defect. So, my money flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, if you want to get big eye lens, you can get them from optical shops. The green ones I'm wearing are from &lt;a href="http://coolcolor.com.sg"&gt;coolcolor&lt;/a&gt;. I got them at $65 from Lot 1 and you can wear it for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong some optical shops sell Bescon lenses too.&lt;br /&gt;The price difference is quite huge but I think it's worth it because it's safer &amp;amp; if accidents happen, you can get medical compensation etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just want colour lenses. Don't need big eye lenses, try out Freshlook! It's 10 times better than Freshkon because the colour blends really well. I recommend Freshlook's sapphire &amp;amp; turqoise. The colours are pretty. Amethyst is nice too. The purple is really subtle.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when I wear Freshlook, I get compliments from people &amp;amp; usually they think that it's natural. Weird because I usually use blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a job interview tmr for this totally awesome job! I think you'll want that job too!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2520184019432787095?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2520184019432787095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2520184019432787095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2520184019432787095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2520184019432787095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-this-time-ive-got-green-nails.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZp6qy_23CI/AAAAAAAACrA/FdH6ktLvqsE/s72-c/IMG_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-938187464407994999</id><published>2009-02-15T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:51:00.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.  ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We never know when it may happen or when we might be forced to say goodbye. We never do. Death, it just happens. Sometimes, there are signs but sometimes... It takes away the ones we loved in an unexpected way. Accidents, suicide etc. Death is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago. Joyce, Charmaine &amp;amp; I were just talking about death &amp;amp; suicide. About how real it was because Joyce's friend recently passed on. We were commenting and discussing about it, sharing experiences about suicide &amp;amp; death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. Today.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that somebody I might have known... passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Tan Jun Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jordan Tan Jun Jie is a student of Ngee Ann Polytechnic's School of Life Sciences and Chemical Technology, Molecular Biotechnology. He is a year 2 student as well as a committee member for the LSCT GL's. He suffers from a condition known as thrombocytopenia, which is the cause for his low blood platelet count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the 10th of Febuary 2009, Jordan was at NP's Convention Center's basement preparing for a test. Jordan vomited out his lunch as well as a lot of blood, and eventually fainted before the paramedics arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was sent to NUH A&amp;amp;E, where doctors found a blood clot in his brain, but were unable to operate immediately because of his low blood platelet count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After being in critical condition for almost 12 hours, a small operation was carried out to ease the blood pressure in his brain, which was mounting to a dangerous level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He has been in a coma ever since, and doctors have certified him brain dead as of 12th Febuary 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, the masses of people who went to visit Jordan are still not giving up hope. They are still hoping and praying for Jordan, and they are constantly visiting him and folding paper cranes and stars at ward 21 in the hopes of him waking up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the FB group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed away this morning. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the photos people left behind, I realised that Jordan was an SL in RC4 &amp;amp; RC5.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know. I really didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I may have met him &amp;amp; talked to him then. Perhaps, joked with him &amp;amp; laughed. Or maybe, I had introduced myself as ,"I FORGOT MY NAME" to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know. Would I? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I may not have really known you, may not have been close or anything. I still pray for you. Pray for your soul, pray for your family, pray for your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be and already are dearly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to them, who knew him. I doubt he would want you to cry or feel hurt just because he left. He would probably want you to be strong, to move on &amp;amp; to remember him. He'll be watching from Heaven, guiding you slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray for him and that his soul finds peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us remember him. Remember his soul. Remember who he was as a person and let us not forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His memories shall stay in our hearts for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, the ones still walking, still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Let's treasure each day because we never know when death might take it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/786423584744257049-938187464407994999?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/938187464407994999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=938187464407994999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/938187464407994999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/938187464407994999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-who-has-gone-so-we-but-cherish-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-281373016037760242</id><published>2009-02-13T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:06:33.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc27.deviantart.com/fs37/f/2008/283/4/7/Love_by_dkedmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 209px;" src="http://fc27.deviantart.com/fs37/f/2008/283/4/7/Love_by_dkedmi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just 2009 &amp;amp; now it's Valentines Day. Time flies doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;The clock won't wait for you nor will it wait for me. It'll wait for nobody as it ticks &amp;amp; tocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather escaped from the hospital. He ran away &amp;amp; went home.&lt;br /&gt;Best part. We found out that he threw away the medicine he was supposed to take.&lt;br /&gt;-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; btw. He is still not well.&lt;br /&gt;And he complained of being mistreated at the hospital but then again, when he's at home... Nobody really bothers about him. So it's the same isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Then. He has a fever &amp;amp; he said that the hospital very hot. No air-con, so can't get well.&lt;br /&gt;Then. He says at home. There is air-con, so he feels better.&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Yeah, he's not educated. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still..&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to take medicine! Not THROW IT INTO THE RUBBISH BIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; since nobody at my grandparent's place is taking care of him. He called my mother this morning &amp;amp; guess what..&lt;br /&gt;My mom nagged at him &amp;amp; scolded him.&lt;br /&gt;Obvious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather's leg is swollen due to cholestrol, then he say in hospital cannot poo, then he throw medicine away &amp;amp; he never tell the doctor what he eat that cause him to have stomach infection.&lt;br /&gt;Then, for four days... In hospital. The doctor don't know that it was because of the shellfish.&lt;br /&gt;So doctor gave him panadol. Duh. He had high fever.&lt;br /&gt;Then after the doctor found out, doctor gave him proper medicine. He throw away.&lt;br /&gt;Then the nurse kept on giving him but he went to SCOLD THE NURSE &amp;amp; CALLED THE DOCTOR STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's medication for him to poo but he say he don't want to poo. Then we were all like... If he doesn't poo then he won't get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape from hospital. Awesome right. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-281373016037760242?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/281373016037760242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=281373016037760242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/281373016037760242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/281373016037760242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-it-was-just-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8327407240652024282</id><published>2009-02-12T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:27:34.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with Joyce &amp; Charmaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You know. Ever since Red Camp ended, I've been feeling so lonely... Almost every day, I've been sitting &amp;amp; rotting at home. Everybody's either busy at work or busy with school and the poor jobless &amp;amp; awaiting poly life people like me are usually suffering. Thank goodness there's FACEBOOK to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; today's special because today... I went out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charmaine &amp;amp; Joyce&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXnLnltI/AAAAAAAACpo/uvcqbl8ZYRI/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXnLnltI/AAAAAAAACpo/uvcqbl8ZYRI/s200/IMG_0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301915843534755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXedjqHI/AAAAAAAACpg/c7y2SR1nAiM/s1600-h/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXedjqHI/AAAAAAAACpg/c7y2SR1nAiM/s200/IMG_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301915841194076274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXfuKthI/AAAAAAAACpY/QBEALwxS8Qo/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXfuKthI/AAAAAAAACpY/QBEALwxS8Qo/s200/IMG_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301915841532179986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXKL_TtI/AAAAAAAACpQ/MQTypcRZK1U/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXKL_TtI/AAAAAAAACpQ/MQTypcRZK1U/s200/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301915835751681746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwW3wVLiI/AAAAAAAACpI/Ly7c6rf5kVI/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwW3wVLiI/AAAAAAAACpI/Ly7c6rf5kVI/s200/IMG_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301915830803836450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;By the way Red Campers, if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; looks familiar to you... It's because she is a Vikings SL! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Joyce, Charmaine &amp;amp; I haven't had a proper meet-up since December. Actually, this is our 2nd meet-up! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, this time round... All of us were early or on time today. It's a good thing really. Definitely a good thing because it means we can spend more time with eachother. And I think we really had quite a lot of fun! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Dinner was at this restaurant, Shokudo which is very Marche-like. It's my first time dining at Shokudo &amp;amp; I really loved the food. The last time I dined at Marche was when I was 10? And I loved the atmosphere there because it was considered HEAVEN to me. Anything related to food is heaven. The choice of food was OH MY but actually, I went to Marche for crepe? Or was it waffles. Either one of them because I remember eating dessert. Oh, but I did remember looking at the large lobsters &amp;amp; seafood &amp;amp; craving for them. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Shokudo was about the same as Marche except... Shokudo serves JAPANESE FOOD! Oh &amp;amp; it's not just sushi, ramen, takoyaki &amp;amp; okonomiyaki.. There's stuff like pasta too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Heck, I had baked rice &amp;amp; onigiri.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The ONIGIRI IS HUGE! It costs $1.80 without GST &amp;amp; service charge. And it's 2 time's bigger than the normal onigiri's at NTUC. Next time, I come... If I want save money... I eat onigiri &amp;amp; drink miso soup. Save a lot because the onigiri is HUGE! Plus it's CHEAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;AH. I'm gonna show you the peeeeeeeektures. Let the food seduce you. *wiggles eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It's supposed to be tempt but I prefer seduce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ6l4K4GDI/AAAAAAAACqA/QPyNwgcdSGs/s1600-h/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ6l4K4GDI/AAAAAAAACqA/QPyNwgcdSGs/s200/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927083729492018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Charmaine's egg &amp;amp; ham omelette rice, salmon belly, quail eggs &amp;amp; bacon(i rmb quail eggs only) &amp;amp; cawamushi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ6l8CNiXI/AAAAAAAACp4/xYIKrbypnpI/s1600-h/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ6l8CNiXI/AAAAAAAACp4/xYIKrbypnpI/s200/IMG_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927084766890354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Our ham &amp;amp; cheese omelette &amp;amp; onigiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ6lmZ5KHI/AAAAAAAACpw/ExDs3po7n5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ6lmZ5KHI/AAAAAAAACpw/ExDs3po7n5Y/s200/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927078960638066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;My beef curry rice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay. Maybe the pictures not tempting enough but I cannot snap so many pictures. The sight of the food already made me HUNGRIER &amp;amp; I was starving okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;After dinner, we went chocolate shopping for _____________________. I can't say the reason. Just know that it's for the good of a group of people &amp;amp; I really can't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Camwhored here &amp;amp; there :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So cute! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ8qG4Sq3I/AAAAAAAACqg/Co648wLuufg/s1600-h/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ8qG4Sq3I/AAAAAAAACqg/Co648wLuufg/s200/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929355420806002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ8qIoYvvI/AAAAAAAACqY/UrVC3AofRKw/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ8qIoYvvI/AAAAAAAACqY/UrVC3AofRKw/s200/IMG_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929355890966258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ8qGsgkqI/AAAAAAAACqQ/M5LqIe1M55g/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ8qGsgkqI/AAAAAAAACqQ/M5LqIe1M55g/s200/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929355371385506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ8p0auNMI/AAAAAAAACqI/f3muzz4NWyw/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ8p0auNMI/AAAAAAAACqI/f3muzz4NWyw/s200/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929350464943298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; finally Joyce treated us to B&amp;amp;J! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;BANANA SPLIT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ9BjXQXII/AAAAAAAACqw/lT_0afpl6CA/s1600-h/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ9BjXQXII/AAAAAAAACqw/lT_0afpl6CA/s200/IMG_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929758203862146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ9BaPvrfI/AAAAAAAACqo/uXw4pQqqUIU/s1600-h/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQ9BaPvrfI/AAAAAAAACqo/uXw4pQqqUIU/s200/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301929755756441074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I win! I snap their photos &amp;amp; they never even notice!  You see. How smart am I? *wriggles eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sad. After that I had to rush home. My mom was calling &amp;amp; screaming at me. Such a pain you know. Then, when I reach home.. She sleeping but can wake up just to scream at me. WTH. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I had lotsa fun today. meet up again soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And to all of you! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY... WHICH IS SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm still dateless but happy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;You will wake up&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but “you’re sorrys”&lt;br /&gt;And someday&lt;br /&gt;You will get back&lt;br /&gt;Everything you gave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8327407240652024282?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8327407240652024282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8327407240652024282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8327407240652024282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8327407240652024282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-with-joyce-charmaine.html' title='Out with Joyce &amp; Charmaine'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZQwXnLnltI/AAAAAAAACpo/uvcqbl8ZYRI/s72-c/IMG_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-1208883664636765801</id><published>2009-02-11T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:14:28.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZKVm-MXjUI/AAAAAAAACpA/BL3VmKWvqcM/s1600-h/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZKVm-MXjUI/AAAAAAAACpA/BL3VmKWvqcM/s200/IMG_0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301464208130936130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's this coming Saturday which means it's only in a few days. I really don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. It's both ways really, depends on the person.&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought of Valentines Day as the day Cupid starts shooting arrows through people's hearts and I always thought that it was sweet. However, I've started growing up and sometimes I think the whole idea of Valentines Day is a bit too... SILLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I don't have a date this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I have a HUGE love/hate relationship with Valentines Day &amp;amp; I really don't think it's because I'm single. I actually like being single. So free to fly around. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm single... because I choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it strange too because I haven't fallen in love with anybody in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Guess I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great Valentines Day Weekend. I hope I'm gonna have a great one too (:&lt;br /&gt;So see you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-1208883664636765801?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1208883664636765801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=1208883664636765801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1208883664636765801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1208883664636765801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-is-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZKVm-MXjUI/AAAAAAAACpA/BL3VmKWvqcM/s72-c/IMG_0106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-898970258110431351</id><published>2009-02-09T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:26:54.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, a new blogskin! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I was getting pretty sick of the old one which seems to be everywhere. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Then again, most of the skins that I use happen to be really simple and idiot-proof. I like simple skins! They make me smile and it's really easy to read. Anyway, I do hope you don't mind the darkness of the skin. I've been using lots of lighter colours for the past few months and I really prefer using them but I think I'm in need of a HUGE change! Therefore, the black. I like black too, just that it isn't that obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I found a couple of old pictures from Eja's facebook. (:&lt;br /&gt;This is ancient. Back in Sec 4? (:&lt;br /&gt;My pictures are all lost. Sad right? That's because my computer just had to die on me. Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, all the pictures were saved on my old blog &amp;amp; my friendster account, which I apparently deleted right before my computer crashed. Moral of the story, HAVE A BACK-UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZBR_40KagI/AAAAAAAACoo/U4TJmtcOu7g/s1600-h/n533869384_1379309_3193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZBR_40KagI/AAAAAAAACoo/U4TJmtcOu7g/s320/n533869384_1379309_3193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300826919439854082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZBR_uhYQpI/AAAAAAAACog/HG2AxLWDW-o/s1600-h/n533869384_1379308_2921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZBR_uhYQpI/AAAAAAAACog/HG2AxLWDW-o/s320/n533869384_1379308_2921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300826916676715154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look purr-ree-tayyyyyyy? I haven't looked like that in ages okay.. Or maybe I have? XD&lt;br /&gt;That was in Sec 4 damn it. And how come I always thought I looked ugly? I think it was the make-up. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. I wasn't wearing contacts then. I wore glasses but I took them off. I only started wearing contacts in 2008 especially because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And now, I'm seriously dependent on contacts. Somehow, big eye lenses don't have a huge effect on my eyes. They look the same. *falls off chair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh yes. My lenses arrived today but my dad told me to throw them &amp;amp; get new ones. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;RUBBISH LA! Eh. Big eye lens. shop ones are different can! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he gave me $40 to buy new ones. New ones! I spent $54 on two pairs. Now you want me to get 1 pair. Shit right? Who cares, I'm still using them. HAH! If I go blind, then I don't care. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love the new blog song? It's by Hey Monday. I love their lead singer, Cassidee Pope!&lt;br /&gt;I think Hey Monday is sorta similar to Paramore in certain ways but Hey Monday's lead singer is prettier. Sorry Hayley but I think Cassidee is prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to the hospital again today. My grandfather's leg is still swollen &amp;amp; it's really bad. He can't even walk properly and he is so stubborn! When sleeping, he purposely remove the drip. -.-''' And today, we couldn't even find an extra shirt for him because he's really huge. Obese can. Well, it seems like he lost weight. He complains that he can't sleep. Then again, how to sleep. The nurses have to constantly check him &amp;amp; that drip &amp;amp; blah blah blah. Headache. I really respect nurses man! I salute! I can't go into this kinda line. I am not patient enough. I'm shouting at my mother so much these few days. ): I have a really weird family.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the games you played&lt;br /&gt;The promises you made&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t finish what you started&lt;br /&gt;Only darkness still remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/786423584744257049-898970258110431351?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/898970258110431351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=898970258110431351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/898970258110431351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/898970258110431351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-new-blogskin-i-was-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SZBR_40KagI/AAAAAAAACoo/U4TJmtcOu7g/s72-c/n533869384_1379309_3193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2137680124158965913</id><published>2009-02-08T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:46:30.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY70Zd3mQdI/AAAAAAAACnw/tZTZ3EghcAY/s1600-h/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY70Zd3mQdI/AAAAAAAACnw/tZTZ3EghcAY/s200/IMG_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300442529813381586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;If I were to someday be hospitalized, would you come to visit me?&lt;br /&gt;Bring me roses each day, send me a get well card &amp;amp; entertain me when I'm bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;Or would you just pretend you never knew me &amp;amp; continue living your own life without caring about me at all?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you just walk away and silently pray that I die in that hospital bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer is sitting in front of me isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;You won't find out, so you won't come.&lt;br /&gt;And most probably even if you found out, you wouldn't care about me because you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, you might just visit me. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying such scary things about me being hospitalized and such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you never know if you're going to be sick one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts lingered in my head throughout the entire bus ride home this evening.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about how I might get into an accident, slip into a coma or may even have some rare disease. You never know, fate is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all started on Friday morning after World War 3. My grandfather called my dad &amp;amp; said, "Adil. Bapa tak boleh tahan lagi. Panggil ambulans."&lt;br /&gt;It means, "Adil. Father can't take it anymore. Call the ambulance."&lt;br /&gt;So my dad, being the ever filial son-in-law called the ambulance, went over to my grandparent's place &amp;amp; accompanied him to SGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know, my grandfather has been sick since Tuesday. Well, we got to know about it since Tuesday and my family had just visited him on Thursday evening. He claimed that he felt better but I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to go job-hunting on Friday afternoon but after hearing what my mom said, I decided not to go. After all, family is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After examining my really really stubborn grandfather (I'll tell you why he's so stubborn later), the doctor said that he had stomach infection. Doctor suspects that my grandfather ate seafood such as clams, cockels, oysters. Shellfish, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the doctor asked him but my grandfather denied. My dad just kept quiet because he knows that my grandfather ate it. To be exact, my grandfather ate 2kg of shellfish! ALL BY HIMSELF! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad was telling my mom to reprimand my grandfather... WHY?&lt;br /&gt;You know there are those tubes connected to the drips to give the body vitamins &amp;amp; oxygen when you're in the hospital. Did you know, my grandfather un-plugged his?!&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of going to the hospital if you don't use the drips??? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He can still say that it's irritating and he doesn't need them... -.-''' And he can still say he's not sick. If he's not sick, then why is he in the bloody hospital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeesh. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, my mom &amp;amp; I cabbed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody cab driver tried to cheat us!&lt;br /&gt;If I had a gun, I would have shot him &amp;amp; if I had a driver's licencse, I would drive us to the hospital. Sheeeeesh. Even I knew how to get there &amp;amp; by which roads... D:&lt;br /&gt;Our cab fare was $25! D: Bloody hell. My cab fare to Downtown East was $35 &amp;amp; it's all the way at the East okay. This is halfway. $35 is a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; the best thing, our cab fare home was only $12. So you can see the difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... And so you know that my grandfather is in hospital because of shellfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, I accompanied my mom to the market &amp;amp; I got her to buy me _________. And then she cooked it for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. You should be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY79l2hdL3I/AAAAAAAACoI/RkIiQC3LgLA/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY79l2hdL3I/AAAAAAAACoI/RkIiQC3LgLA/s200/IMG_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300452638194478962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY79l-HsaWI/AAAAAAAACoA/DmbbsIT4O2s/s1600-h/IMG_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY79l-HsaWI/AAAAAAAACoA/DmbbsIT4O2s/s200/IMG_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300452640233908578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY79lgOIfsI/AAAAAAAACn4/ATFEt5cQ7XU/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY79lgOIfsI/AAAAAAAACn4/ATFEt5cQ7XU/s200/IMG_0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300452632207851202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am allergic to seafood especially shellfish! So I ate this. And apparently, if I get stomach infection, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Goodluck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm allergic to seafood. ):&lt;br /&gt;However, I like oyster omelet &amp;amp; I always eat it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care anymore. Oh &amp;amp; I need to stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting fat. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2137680124158965913?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2137680124158965913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2137680124158965913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2137680124158965913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2137680124158965913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SY70Zd3mQdI/AAAAAAAACnw/tZTZ3EghcAY/s72-c/IMG_0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8396276546253850133</id><published>2009-02-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:17:01.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimate Survey (377 questions long)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time started: originally 11.55pm but something happened with my com so it became 12.08am! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;full name: it's super long. Siti Aishah bte Muhammad Adil Chee Kim Bee. see i told you it was LONG!&lt;br /&gt;nickname(s): Aii, Aiiyame, Snow, Chicken&lt;br /&gt;birthday: 07 August 1991&lt;br /&gt;where were you born: Kandang Kerbau Hospital. I love the name!&lt;br /&gt;zodiac sign: Goat/Leo&lt;br /&gt;height: 1.68m (I think I grew a bit though)&lt;br /&gt;weight: dream weight is 50kg :D&lt;br /&gt;hair color: natural colour is jet black. but now it's reddish-brown + slight copper highlights&lt;br /&gt;eye color: naturally dark brown. but under contacts... it's any colour you can think of! ;D&lt;br /&gt;shoe size: 7. I can fit into 6 too!&lt;br /&gt;ring size: unsure&lt;br /&gt;skin type (freckles, tan, albino, etc.): pale, yellowish, sometimes tan, have eczema D:&lt;br /&gt;blood type: O&lt;br /&gt;grade: A1 for everything! ;D&lt;br /&gt;GPA: 4! ;D&lt;br /&gt;siblings: one younger brother&lt;br /&gt;tattoos: henna tattoo, yes! real ones, no!&lt;br /&gt;piercings: currently 3 on my right &amp;amp; 2 on my left ear. Intend to have 6 on right &amp;amp; 5 on my left &amp;amp; a helix piercing. 1 navel piercing! &amp;amp; intend to have a lip piercing like MYV! wants a tongue piercing&lt;br /&gt;hobbies: too many to list. sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color: PINK! black, grey, silver, gold, red, blue, purple, white and did I say PINK?&lt;br /&gt;food: halal SUBWAY in KL! 8DD nasi ayam! pasta! takoyaki!&lt;br /&gt;candy: chocolate, lollipop, dragonbeard&lt;br /&gt;type of cheese: parmesan, mozarella&lt;br /&gt;pizza topping: beef salami, mushrooms, olives &amp;amp; campsicums!&lt;br /&gt;salad dressing: thousand island sauce&lt;br /&gt;sandwich: anything halal from subway! :)&lt;br /&gt;cereal: blueberry morning &amp;amp; honey oats &amp;amp; TRIX &amp;amp; HONEY STARS!&lt;br /&gt;fruit: STRAWBERRY! Orange, honeydew, mango, mangosteen, DURIAN!&lt;br /&gt;vegetable: broccoli, cauliflower, celery&lt;br /&gt;berry: STRAWBERRY, RASPBERRY, BLUEBERRY&lt;br /&gt;cake: tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;book: it's quite a long list &amp;amp; twilight isn't in it&lt;br /&gt;movie: Battle Royale&lt;br /&gt;magazine: Seventeen, Cleo&lt;br /&gt;newspaper: The Straits Time Urban Section&lt;br /&gt;tv show: Bump Off Lover&lt;br /&gt;website: facebook, gaiaonline &amp;amp; blogger &amp;amp; livejournal&lt;br /&gt;radio station: 987fm&lt;br /&gt;font: arial ;D simple but nice!&lt;br /&gt;cartoon character: cardcaptor sakura&lt;br /&gt;artist (painter): boticelli&lt;br /&gt;actor: Aaron Yan Ya Lun&lt;br /&gt;actress: Lucy Liu&lt;br /&gt;cd: too many to list&lt;br /&gt;song: too many to list&lt;br /&gt;music group: too many to list&lt;br /&gt;music type: jrock &amp;amp; pop&lt;br /&gt;day of the week: Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;month: August&lt;br /&gt;season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;holiday: Valentines Day. Not. It's actually Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;shampoo: Dove&lt;br /&gt;conditioner: Dove&lt;br /&gt;number: 12&lt;br /&gt;phrase: Eh! So cute! ;D&lt;br /&gt;store: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;weather: sunny&lt;br /&gt;restaurant: Manhattan Fish Market&lt;br /&gt;channel: Disney, Nickelodeon &amp;amp; Okto&lt;br /&gt;teacher: Idk who to write. D:&lt;br /&gt;weekend activity: shop&lt;br /&gt;hangout: used to be Cathay. Now it's Far East&lt;br /&gt;house color: ummm. pink?&lt;br /&gt;sport to watch: soccer&lt;br /&gt;sport to play: soccer, softball, swimming&lt;br /&gt;animal: wolf&lt;br /&gt;flower: tulips, lillies, roses&lt;br /&gt;board game: monopoly, scrabble &amp;amp; boggle&lt;br /&gt;party game: not really sure. haha&lt;br /&gt;story from childhood: the little mermaid&lt;br /&gt;body part: my legs &amp;amp; boobies! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on a train: yes. MRT &amp;amp; the real one. I rode on the real one in kindegarten on a field trip!&lt;br /&gt;been on a plane: nope ):&lt;br /&gt;been in a car accident: nope ):&lt;br /&gt;caused a car accident: nope ):&lt;br /&gt;run into a wall: yes. all the time&lt;br /&gt;burned a potato chip: uh. no. who would burn a chip that's out from a bag??&lt;br /&gt;almost burned the house down: nope.&lt;br /&gt;smoked: nope.&lt;br /&gt;been drunk: i'm always high. how to get drunk?&lt;br /&gt;broken the law: yes&lt;br /&gt;burned a cd (if yes, the one above is yes): yes. uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone of the opposite sex: yes.&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone of the same sex: yes.&lt;br /&gt;made out: yes.&lt;br /&gt;gotten engaged: no.&lt;br /&gt;had an online relationship: yes.&lt;br /&gt;been rejected by a crush: yes.&lt;br /&gt;loved: yes.&lt;br /&gt;made yourself cry to get out of trouble: no&lt;br /&gt;cried in public: never&lt;br /&gt;cried over a movie: yes&lt;br /&gt;fallen asleep in a movie theater: yes. LOL. and he fell asleep too! XD&lt;br /&gt;given someone a bath: at the beach? yes. a proper bath. no. unless you're counting the little girl my mom babysitted when she was a toddler&lt;br /&gt;been to a boarding school: never.&lt;br /&gt;been home-schooled: never.&lt;br /&gt;lost a valuable item: yes.&lt;br /&gt;bungee jumped: no.&lt;br /&gt;skied: no.&lt;br /&gt;met the president: yes. but not really meet.&lt;br /&gt;met a celebrity: OH! HELL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;gotten a cavity: yes.&lt;br /&gt;shopped at abercrombie &amp;amp; fitch: never bought anything though.&lt;br /&gt;made a prank call: yes! lol!&lt;br /&gt;skipped school: yes&lt;br /&gt;faked sick to get out of school: yes&lt;br /&gt;climbed a tree: not really&lt;br /&gt;fallen from a tree: no&lt;br /&gt;broken a bone: no&lt;br /&gt;sprained anything: yes. my ankle&lt;br /&gt;passed out: never&lt;br /&gt;made yourself pass out: never&lt;br /&gt;been to disney world: never&lt;br /&gt;been to a theme park (not disney): yes.&lt;br /&gt;said i love you and meant it (not to a relative): yes &amp;amp;  i really meant it too&lt;br /&gt;made a model volcano (working model): i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;made a clover leaf with your tounge: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did you do yesterday: go job-hunting then i went to my grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;memory you miss the most: being with him&lt;br /&gt;memory you want to forget: being with him&lt;br /&gt;something you regretted after it was done: waking up that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song you heard: binetsu-SID&lt;br /&gt;cd you bought: umm. midnight sun?&lt;br /&gt;thing you said: this is the last thing i said. (for real.)&lt;br /&gt;time you cried: now&lt;br /&gt;movie seen in a theater: Quarantine&lt;br /&gt;thing you ate: chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;person who called: mom&lt;br /&gt;nail polish shade worn: OPI's A dozen rosas&lt;br /&gt;time you showered: around 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;person who complimented you: my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at this moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you listening to: Set Off-Hey Monday&lt;br /&gt;what are you wearing: my nightie&lt;br /&gt;what are you thinking: of this survey. doh.&lt;br /&gt;what are you scared of most: of people leaving me&lt;br /&gt;how many people are on your buddy list: 340? the last time i checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occupation: unsure&lt;br /&gt;marriage site: unsure&lt;br /&gt;honeymoon: tokyo. or paris. ;D&lt;br /&gt;place to live: singapore&lt;br /&gt;kids: 2 most prefarably a boy and a girl&lt;br /&gt;car: unsure&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing tomorrow: stay at hm &amp;amp; rot.&lt;br /&gt;will there be a wwIII: maybe&lt;br /&gt;will politics ever be truthful: never&lt;br /&gt;will humanity snuff itself out: yes. if we carry on like this&lt;br /&gt;can the gov. be changed: doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;funniest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;silliest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;loudest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;quietest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;craziest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;calmest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;skinniest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;best secret keeper: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;worst secret keeper: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;smartest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;preppiest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;peppiest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;most hyper: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;hottest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;weirdest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;biggest pervert: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;most annyoing: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;shyest: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;most religious: SAVANCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you believe in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven: yes&lt;br /&gt;hell: yes&lt;br /&gt;angels: yes&lt;br /&gt;devil: yes&lt;br /&gt;god: yes&lt;br /&gt;buddha: unsure&lt;br /&gt;aliens: yes&lt;br /&gt;ghosts: yes&lt;br /&gt;spirit (soul): yes&lt;br /&gt;soulmates: yes&lt;br /&gt;reincarnation: yes&lt;br /&gt;love at first sight: not anymore&lt;br /&gt;karma: yes&lt;br /&gt;love in general: not much anymore&lt;br /&gt;luck: yes&lt;br /&gt;yourself: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who and when was your first crush: haha. i was 6?&lt;br /&gt;any now: none. i'm telling you the truth&lt;br /&gt;a celebrity crush: hiroto, hizaki, teru, a chord, aaron yan, oguri shun&lt;br /&gt;who do you want to be with right now: i really want to be in his arms right now. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;whos number do you want: hiroto's&lt;br /&gt;who do you want to kiss: him.&lt;br /&gt;what is something you dont understand about the opposite sex: why do they hurt us this way?&lt;br /&gt;if you could go on a date with anybody, who would it be: hiroto&lt;br /&gt;on scale of one to ten, how romantic are you: 10&lt;br /&gt;first thing noticed about the opposite sex: hair. personality&lt;br /&gt;what do you look for personality-wise: a good sense of humor &amp;amp; understanding. &amp;amp; must be able to trust me&lt;br /&gt;biggest turn on: umm.. shh..&lt;br /&gt;biggest turn off: desperate people&lt;br /&gt;something thay weat that turns you on: *giggles* not telling&lt;br /&gt;something they wear that turns you off: gold teeth. lol. idk. i just randomly wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;the most romantic thing you want to happen to you: it's a secret. shh...&lt;br /&gt;the most romantic thing that has happened to you: our 3rd month&lt;br /&gt;what do you wear on a coffee date: t-shirt &amp;amp; jeans.&lt;br /&gt;is cyber cheating: huh?&lt;br /&gt;are eyes the passegeway to the soul: yes&lt;br /&gt;who would you like to take to the prom: prom was long ever.&lt;br /&gt;do you want to hug somebody right now: yes&lt;br /&gt;do you know what an aphrodisiac is: LOL. not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;describe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mellow: me.&lt;br /&gt;melancholy: me.&lt;br /&gt;the perfect date: me.&lt;br /&gt;the perfect mate: me.&lt;br /&gt;why manhole covers are round: omg. *dirty thought*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one or the other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coke/pepsi: neither&lt;br /&gt;sprite/7-up: neither&lt;br /&gt;boxers/briefs: unsure&lt;br /&gt;gold/silver: both&lt;br /&gt;vanilla/chocolate: both&lt;br /&gt;flowers/candy: both&lt;br /&gt;book/magazine: book&lt;br /&gt;tv/radio: tv&lt;br /&gt;glass half empty/half full: half full&lt;br /&gt;democrat/republican: democrat&lt;br /&gt;colored pencils/markers: pencils&lt;br /&gt;coffee/tea: both&lt;br /&gt;sun/moon: both&lt;br /&gt;day/night: both&lt;br /&gt;hot/cold: both&lt;br /&gt;dog/cat: husky &amp;amp; black cat&lt;br /&gt;button/zipper: zipper. i have problems with buttons at times.&lt;br /&gt;cotton/feather pillow: feather. nicer (:&lt;br /&gt;blue/purple: purple. gay-er&lt;br /&gt;plumber/trashman: plumber. hotter.&lt;br /&gt;jeans/shorts: i prefer shorts. but skinnies rock&lt;br /&gt;long distance relationship/none: none&lt;br /&gt;mechanical/regular pencil: mechanical&lt;br /&gt;matt/ben: uh. matt's cool. while ben's really funny. i cant decide!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;kelso/eric: neither&lt;br /&gt;donna/jackie: neither&lt;br /&gt;bart/lisa: both&lt;br /&gt;romeo/juliet: juliet.&lt;br /&gt;romantic comedy/thriller: thriller&lt;br /&gt;nsync/bsb: bsb! BSB! BSB!&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter/jelly: peanut butter jelly!&lt;br /&gt;waffles/pancakes: waffles!!&lt;br /&gt;letter/email: email! letter! both!&lt;br /&gt;florida/california: cali!&lt;br /&gt;pizza/burgers: pizza&lt;br /&gt;hat/visor: hat&lt;br /&gt;football/rugby: soccer&lt;br /&gt;iceskating/blading: both&lt;br /&gt;movie at home/in theater: in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first thing you think of when you hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow: dirty fellow&lt;br /&gt;red lipstick: scarlett johansan&lt;br /&gt;socks: thigh-high. worn with short skirts like jap!&lt;br /&gt;cowtipping: whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;moulin rouge: windmills&lt;br /&gt;greenland: greenday&lt;br /&gt;iceland: fishes&lt;br /&gt;harry potter: scars&lt;br /&gt;red: strawberries&lt;br /&gt;blackberry: phone&lt;br /&gt;rose: broken&lt;br /&gt;rooster: chicken&lt;br /&gt;taxes: money.&lt;br /&gt;bill clinton: scandals&lt;br /&gt;whipped cream: cows&lt;br /&gt;george w. bush: shoes&lt;br /&gt;lollipops: lolita&lt;br /&gt;dreams: fantasy&lt;br /&gt;love: asshole&lt;br /&gt;guys: fucktards&lt;br /&gt;south park: lol.&lt;br /&gt;boy bands: childhood&lt;br /&gt;pengiuns: dancing&lt;br /&gt;girls: awesome&lt;br /&gt;thong: sex&lt;br /&gt;death: bye&lt;br /&gt;spoons: food&lt;br /&gt;junk mail: chain letters&lt;br /&gt;dairy: milk&lt;br /&gt;your father: work&lt;br /&gt;pizza: hungry&lt;br /&gt;britney spears: womanizer&lt;br /&gt;vitamin: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy: no&lt;br /&gt;sad: kinda&lt;br /&gt;religious: maybe&lt;br /&gt;crazy: YES.&lt;br /&gt;messy: uh. YES&lt;br /&gt;mad: YES!&lt;br /&gt;slacker: YES!&lt;br /&gt;nerd: nah&lt;br /&gt;bookworm: YES!&lt;br /&gt;jock: neverrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;preppy: YES&lt;br /&gt;selfish: yes!&lt;br /&gt;giving: yes!&lt;br /&gt;obsessive: yes. no.&lt;br /&gt;violent: yes&lt;br /&gt;calm: yes&lt;br /&gt;peaceful: yes&lt;br /&gt;mellow: yes&lt;br /&gt;eccentric: YES&lt;br /&gt;caring: yes&lt;br /&gt;untrustworthy: yes&lt;br /&gt;loyal: yes&lt;br /&gt;patriotic: yes&lt;br /&gt;perverted: i'll be lying if i said no&lt;br /&gt;colorful: yes&lt;br /&gt;artistic: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miscellanoues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what color is your jacket: black. pink. blue&lt;br /&gt;do you shave: yes.&lt;br /&gt;where: everywhere&lt;br /&gt;what color is your razor: i don't use a razor.&lt;br /&gt;what size is your bed: queen&lt;br /&gt;what color crayon would you be: pink&lt;br /&gt;what are the last four digits of you phone number: 1234. joking.&lt;br /&gt;feelings on abortion: not a good thing&lt;br /&gt;how lond does it take you to shower: 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;what does your screenname mean: not telling YOU&lt;br /&gt;thoughts on blonde pop stars in general: ang moh.&lt;br /&gt;who so you trust the most: friends&lt;br /&gt;is cussing a necessity in life: maybe&lt;br /&gt;how about coffee: yes&lt;br /&gt;is the world screwed: defintely&lt;br /&gt;what something you cant live without: my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;what time did you fall asleep: not asleep yet&lt;br /&gt;can you live without a microwave: no. doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;what do think about death: coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;where and when do you want to be married: around 24. by the beach if possible.&lt;br /&gt;do you want to drop out of school: yes&lt;br /&gt;why is the sky blue: because it's what we want it to look like. imagine a black sky.&lt;br /&gt;what is a good trait about yourself: crazy&lt;br /&gt;what do you always think about: a way to escape from reality&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with your school: suckyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;what is right with your school: suckyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;how do you react to change: this way&lt;br /&gt;do you talk to yourself: YES&lt;br /&gt;what is your opinion on love: love. just happens. i don't want to believe in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;can you afford to lose weight: yes. REALLY&lt;br /&gt;what color would you dye your hair: blonde. or purple&lt;br /&gt;best thing anyones told you: i love you.&lt;br /&gt;does being psycho appeal to you: yeah. much&lt;br /&gt;if you wrote a book, what would it be about: a thriller. ;D&lt;br /&gt;what would you change your name to: Aiiyame&lt;br /&gt;longest crush lasted how long: a few years.&lt;br /&gt;tme finished: 12.57am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S8681/Ultimate_Survey_377_questions_long.html" title="Ultimate Survey (377 questions long)"&gt;Take This Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink MySpace Surveys"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey found on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bzoink.com/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8396276546253850133?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8396276546253850133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8396276546253850133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8396276546253850133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8396276546253850133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8405272479626100153</id><published>2009-02-04T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:18:51.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes running away isn't the answer. So just how long will I stay this way?&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly hide from it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to face up to danger. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Because I love it like that. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8405272479626100153?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8405272479626100153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8405272479626100153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8405272479626100153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8405272479626100153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-running-away-isnt-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-1633862697189655375</id><published>2009-02-02T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:21:22.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry-Rihanna</title><content type='html'>I am currently finding this extremely fun to do. So, if you've been tagged by me on facebook, tag me back so that I can do it! It's really fun. Serious. Not bluffing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. Put iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 20 friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Q.How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;Bu Tong-Angela&lt;br /&gt;(Yes. It's not painful. I must live on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Q.Will i have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe-Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmm. I guess so. If not what, suffocate ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Blue Moon - Anna Tsuchiya&lt;br /&gt;(VERY SWEET! OMG! I LOVE YOUUU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;Q.Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Break Apart Her Heart - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;(Harsh. Painful. So you broke my heart!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;Q.How can i make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Fearless-Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;(Must have courage to chase your dreams or whatever, then you will succeed then will be happy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What can i do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Retsu- Danger Gang&lt;br /&gt;(No Comments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Q.Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Gu Dan Xin Shi - Lan You Shi&lt;br /&gt;(No comments either. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;Qi Shi Hen Ai Ni - Angela&lt;br /&gt;(Woah. I love you too! &gt;///&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;Q.How will I be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;You're so gay- Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;(Yes. I will be a gay if I were a guy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What is my signature dancing song?&lt;br /&gt;Radar-Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;(OOHH! HOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What do i think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;4 in the morning - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;(At that time, I'm always asleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What does everyone think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;(oooh. Time to move on~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What song will be played at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Planetarium - Ai Otsuka&lt;br /&gt;(Hana Yori Dango. HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What sort of men/women do i like?&lt;br /&gt;Faith - Yuna Ito&lt;br /&gt;(Those that are faithful to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What is my day going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;Prince - Versailles&lt;br /&gt;(Princely~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;Q.What is the title of my post?&lt;br /&gt;Cry- Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm going to do it on Facebook because I was tagged there. Lame. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-1633862697189655375?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1633862697189655375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=1633862697189655375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1633862697189655375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1633862697189655375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/02/cry-rihanna.html' title='Cry-Rihanna'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-479505574065605838</id><published>2009-01-31T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:49:36.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just me or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly has started thinking that Dai Yang Tian looks slightly Aaron Yan-ish..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's those eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's those lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo especially.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aramiaincognito.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/4cd7442444f5ba4b2aad70001.jpg?w=333&amp;amp;h=500"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://aramiaincognito.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/4cd7442444f5ba4b2aad70001.jpg?w=333&amp;amp;h=500" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From this angle only. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after I took more looks... He doesn't really look as good as Aaron Yan. OOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/M00M00_jacklynx/Aaron%20Yan/Aaron002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/M00M00_jacklynx/Aaron%20Yan/Aaron002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's compare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Okay. My dear Aaron looks younger and not as man as Dai Yang Tian. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they're about the same age. Aaron's younger by 2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think my eyes are deceiving me. I haven't caught much of MIT. Currently waiting for the 13th episode to be subbed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Guilun scene was awesome! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY to the both of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-479505574065605838?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/479505574065605838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=479505574065605838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/479505574065605838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/479505574065605838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-just-me-or-what-yours-truly-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c53/M00M00_jacklynx/Aaron%20Yan/th_Aaron002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-4218035612353751541</id><published>2009-01-30T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:07:12.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Results were released and I honestly don't feel too good about it. I got into the Engineering Common Programme and honestly, I don't think I'll do too well in Engineering. Well, I'm considering getting into Audio-visual technology after the first semester. Basically, because that's my interest and I'm better at that than other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are against it though. Then again, why wouldn't they be?&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I should just try it. I may not be as good with machines and tools and such. I know, my funeral will be pretty soon because I'm just bad at Maths and stuff. Still, if there's something about me that I realised... It's the fact that I actually like Maths. Yeah, I don't do well at it but it's mainly because I choose not to &amp;amp; I have always hated working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a secret of mine. I'm afraid of studying because...&lt;br /&gt;I studied so hard until I fell very sick for a week &amp;amp; my brain nearly fried. This was back in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, you've never seen me study.&lt;br /&gt;My textbooks look brand new. I swear. Except for the occasional doodles, I have never used them for homework. Mother Tongue is an exception.&lt;br /&gt;They're only wet because of the rain &amp;amp; half the time, my books are in school. Meaning, I don't study.&lt;br /&gt;Hell. I only studied in Sec 4. The last 2 weeks before Os if that's helpful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Not studying. Not working hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Really not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;Sick. Sorethroat, had gastric last night. And now I feel like puking once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it happen again. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that I went through, I realise... I want to continue writing and write like I've never written before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps continue with Maths in my future poly. Wherever I get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And to you, all the best too (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who've been supporting me &amp;amp; telling me not to give up. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my rest. Really. Stop the nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;This girl needs her rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i cant live when living is without you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-4218035612353751541?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4218035612353751541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=4218035612353751541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4218035612353751541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4218035612353751541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/results-were-released-and-i-honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6673903934140863408</id><published>2009-01-30T08:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:50:45.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6673903934140863408?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6673903934140863408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6673903934140863408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6673903934140863408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6673903934140863408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/engineering.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-843079994884431155</id><published>2009-01-29T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:33:14.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SYFJlq8usGI/AAAAAAAACno/DM0lCSG_Sgs/s1600-h/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SYFJlq8usGI/AAAAAAAACno/DM0lCSG_Sgs/s320/IMG_0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296595548297408610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Moodswing. Moodswing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a good mood. ):&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my skin is breaking out.&lt;br /&gt;Next my skin is dry. And it's itchy. Really itchy.&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, my eye is swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I hate my hair. Should have left my hair like that. In the picture. So nice right? Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I don't know whether to wait until my hair grows out or just chop it all off.&lt;br /&gt;I really want long locks. Uhh. Bimbo post. AGAIN. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I think I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dehydrated&lt;/span&gt;. I need sleep &amp;amp; I need to clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my breathing is getting from bad to worse. ):&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor to get medicine, he tells me my lungs are fine.&lt;br /&gt;So whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BREATHE! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grim face*&lt;br /&gt;It's not much fun really. Plus, I think my hair is fucked up although it isn't really that fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm insecure. BOO. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have a boyfriend at this point of time to tell me, YOU LOOK FAB?! ):&lt;br /&gt;Rant rant rant! ):&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I don't like it if he tells me I look fab when it's obvious I don't.&lt;br /&gt;*screams* D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me isn't in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tmr, posting results will be out.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't wake up at 5am after receiving a sms that apologises because I am not posted anywhere. If this happens again, I tell you, I'm going to get a parang and go down to Orchard Road and chop off people's balls!&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm going to go to jail &amp;amp; live there for the rest of my life. Either that or I'll get hanged. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the getting hanged part. Then, I'll write one long entry saying Goodbye Cruel World. ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy. Yes. No. Whatever dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, if I do get another sms at the same time &amp;amp;  with the same words as last year, I'll be pissed. I could even murder somebody.&lt;br /&gt;My dream course is out of my league already so, just pray I'll get into &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NP&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;If not, then SP. Lucky I didn't put TP because if I did, there is a stupid chance of me getting in &amp;amp; I hate TP. Not the ppl but just the ppl. ):&lt;br /&gt;*re-reads last sentence*&lt;br /&gt;I'm being idiotic. *punch walls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for Subway. ): KL KL KL! UHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-843079994884431155?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/843079994884431155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=843079994884431155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/843079994884431155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/843079994884431155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/moodswing.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SYFJlq8usGI/AAAAAAAACno/DM0lCSG_Sgs/s72-c/IMG_0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8831417185766283947</id><published>2009-01-28T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:33:15.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YR</title><content type='html'>Happy Niu Yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the year of the Ox! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to many fortune tellers, the yr of the Ox will will be a great year for us in terms of economy &amp;amp; general affairs.&lt;br /&gt;The after effects of the Rat year will still affect us for some time but of course, we'll get through them. We just need time &amp;amp; we really need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's all work hard because I'm sure the economy will improve! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about the goat people like me though.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the sheep/ram/goat is the conflict animal of the Ox.&lt;br /&gt;Fortune tellers believe that it will be a difficult year ahead of us. This year, is not that favourable to us, so we'll need to exercise patience. And we should not take risks, especially with our finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is good news and you can look forward to some unexpected          good news and romance can be very good for the single Sheep and even wealth          gains can be good but please avoid investing money in 2009. Sheep born          in 1979 and 1991 can expect a better year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's going to be a bad year, let's prepare for the worst &amp;amp; work harder! Don't let all this information get to you! If it brings you down, then push yourself forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we experience any difficulties, then it will only make us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We have no choice of what color we're born or who our parents are or whether we're rich or poor. What we do have is some choice over what we make of our lives once we're here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mildred Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, let's end the post with this...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Amirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Extremely good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of he/she?&lt;br /&gt;Act shy, Act bad, Funny, Good at maths &amp;amp; Good at sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything. There's a long list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything. There's an entire list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become ur lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Be forced to divorce Eve. So cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover,thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Be less shy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Die. Nooooo! Ami, DON'T U DARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If she/he dies , you will?&lt;br /&gt;Not cry. Because she will feel my sadness in the afterlife &amp;amp; don't want her to feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is it you want to tell he/she now?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I think we're going out this Sat right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is&lt;br /&gt;One of my bestest friends ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do u think ppl around you will feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;They'll feel like they're out with a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. the characters you love yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;My insanity. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary,the characters you hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love easily. Too easily. Haha. Then get heart broken easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Mar from Marbell. (:&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani. (:&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just want to be a taller &amp;amp; slimmer version of myself. Haha, with powerful vocals! 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that you care and likes you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. So sorry if I have ever hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tag because I'm lazy. So don't bother. And it's really up to you if you want to do this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;1. Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;2. Chin Ming&lt;br /&gt;3. Mandy&lt;br /&gt;4. Sze Him&lt;br /&gt;5. Hakim&lt;br /&gt;6. Janine&lt;br /&gt;7. Christel&lt;br /&gt;8. Aaron Chan&lt;br /&gt;9. Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;10. Lin lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;She's single. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no.7 and no.10 are together, will that be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;they don't know each other &amp;amp; anyway, they're straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;property development in Singapore Poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was the last time you had a chat wif no.3?&lt;br /&gt;karaoke outing. -.-'' She's MIA again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Dir en Grey, plastic Tree, Alice Nine. Jrock ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no.1 have any sibling?&lt;br /&gt;2 older brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;She's my mistress. Uh Oh. My wife will KILL me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about 7?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. But my wife will still KILL me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. Why? You wanna woo her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is a hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. making jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. does no.5 and no.9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. No 5 don't like Sec 5s. And I don't think they ever talked to eachother before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where does no.2 studying at ?&lt;br /&gt;SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk about something for no.1.&lt;br /&gt;My wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?&lt;br /&gt;Eh... Ermm.. He's really cute and all, but I feel like a paedophile. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no.9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Choa Chu kang. It's quite near my place. No, I'm not a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I guess... PURPLE? YELLOW? GREEN? BLACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no.1 and no.5 are best friend?&lt;br /&gt;haha. nope. They don't really talk much to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does no.1 have any pet?&lt;br /&gt;Eien, Pet Society. Although it's pretty dead now.... -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;YES. She's extremely sexy. All my friends are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is no.10 doin now?&lt;br /&gt;In School, having lunch at makan place??? ;D MAKAN PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rmb my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;-Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8831417185766283947?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8831417185766283947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8831417185766283947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8831417185766283947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8831417185766283947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-yr.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YR'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3922520590136329726</id><published>2009-01-24T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:13:07.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SXqnk1Yx-lI/AAAAAAAACng/Edrp9GLhw7A/s1600-h/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SXqnk1Yx-lI/AAAAAAAACng/Edrp9GLhw7A/s320/IMG_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294728563175586386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE CLIQUE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a meet-up. Somehow, it's always these faces... -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Just met Chin &amp;amp; Ami during open house at SP.&lt;br /&gt;And well, the last official outing we had was in DEC, the KARAOKE outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sze couldn't turn up. ):&lt;br /&gt;Man, as usual... MIA.... -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Ati, uhhhh. Can't tell you what happened. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First we ate, then we shopped. Or rather... I shopped. I bought myself a pair of earrings, a belt &amp;amp; a pair of heels! (;&lt;br /&gt;This is for New Year!&lt;br /&gt;And these are the first few clothes I bought this new year. Woots! I'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, to Far East. Then to Paragon just to get a Crumpler. Ended up getting the crumpler at Heeren. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went NUM.&lt;br /&gt;Ami &amp;amp; I were going gaga over the bags. Not the boys. OOOH. YES. THE BAGS. Mainly because I want a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to get the NUM bag for school next year! (:&lt;br /&gt;Either that or a crumpler but since I don't really suit sling bags, I'll get the NUM bag! (:&lt;br /&gt;SEXY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you... my bank account is depleting. So yes, I need a job. Desperate already.&lt;br /&gt;Will get one after Mon. No more procrastinating. After New Year, chiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a boyfriend, unless he can contribute $500 to my account. So yes. No boys. No time for them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Love being single! YAY! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I was checking my email &amp;amp; I saw this email from Dama. It's a chain letter but somehow, I find it very accurate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;August Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an 'everything's peachy' attitude Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of 'that someone'. Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by 'no pain no gain' caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. 'charming' or 'beautiful' to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter. Repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eheheh! Sounds like me right?? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next update, most probably after New Year! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/786423584744257049-3922520590136329726?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3922520590136329726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3922520590136329726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3922520590136329726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3922520590136329726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/clique-finally-meet-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SXqnk1Yx-lI/AAAAAAAACng/Edrp9GLhw7A/s72-c/IMG_0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-4475203509442177116</id><published>2009-01-21T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:59:16.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The clock is ticking&lt;br /&gt;Tick Tock Tick Tock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5am&lt;br /&gt;I look at my phone&lt;br /&gt;Before I check&lt;br /&gt;I let out a moan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7am&lt;br /&gt;I am in the train&lt;br /&gt;I hang my head&lt;br /&gt;I feel ashamed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 am&lt;br /&gt;My boss comes out&lt;br /&gt;I say I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;Yet I moon about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2pm&lt;br /&gt;I reach my house&lt;br /&gt;I head for my room&lt;br /&gt;And begin to shout&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5pm&lt;br /&gt;I hug my pillow tight&lt;br /&gt;My eyes really hurt&lt;br /&gt;Though I said goodnight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7pm&lt;br /&gt;Time for Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said don't cry&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be a winner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9pm&lt;br /&gt;I reply their calls&lt;br /&gt;I know they want to help&lt;br /&gt;As this is my first fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12 midnight&lt;br /&gt;I stone away&lt;br /&gt;I think of last night&lt;br /&gt;And begin to pray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't stop&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've tried&lt;br /&gt;To rewind the clock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tick Tock Tick Tock&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and begin to walk&lt;br /&gt;Towards the future&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm in doubt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past still haunts&lt;br /&gt;The present is still going on&lt;br /&gt;My future's uncertain&lt;br /&gt;But I still have to move on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess what I'm writing about &amp;amp; who it is about. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinda obvious right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-4475203509442177116?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4475203509442177116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=4475203509442177116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4475203509442177116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4475203509442177116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-clock-is-ticking-tick-tock-tick.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-130010806012416126</id><published>2009-01-21T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:58:00.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is dedicated to you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would be a prince&lt;br /&gt;Riding on a magnolia white horse&lt;br /&gt;With his gorgeous blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;He will sweep me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would buy me gifts&lt;br /&gt;All so expensive&lt;br /&gt;Then he would say&lt;br /&gt;You deserve the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would marry &amp;amp; live&lt;br /&gt;In his big white palace&lt;br /&gt;And all them girls&lt;br /&gt;Will be so jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Of what my love should be&lt;br /&gt;But in reality&lt;br /&gt;I found someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a prince&lt;br /&gt;With a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;He's not that appealing&lt;br /&gt;That's what the girls say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not care&lt;br /&gt;For what do they know&lt;br /&gt;That underneath his looks&lt;br /&gt;Lies a gentle demeanour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have money&lt;br /&gt;So he works to earn his keep&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to spend on his honey&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't want to see her weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not living in a palace&lt;br /&gt;Just a HDB flat with his parents&lt;br /&gt;And he'll spend the nights chatting to me&lt;br /&gt;Even if he knows he has work in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needn't worry when I'm with him&lt;br /&gt;For I know he'll protect me&lt;br /&gt;And he'll come in a whim&lt;br /&gt;Even if he's not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a prince that I always wanted&lt;br /&gt;Rather he's more of an average guy&lt;br /&gt;The kind that I've always overlooked&lt;br /&gt;But always made me smile despite my plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's not love&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is&lt;br /&gt;Because I accept his flaws&lt;br /&gt;And love him as he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my first love&lt;br /&gt;The one I'll always know&lt;br /&gt;That made my heart whole&lt;br /&gt;And my pale skin glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;Because though we've parted&lt;br /&gt;You're always the best&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comments please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's corny I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-130010806012416126?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/130010806012416126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=130010806012416126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/130010806012416126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/130010806012416126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-dedicated-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-4202059521979882709</id><published>2009-01-20T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:34:28.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I supposed to be upset?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it. I already had this feeling that I won't get in so why do I even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really the time I face the music &amp;amp; face reality. I'm just not good enough for it. And though I really want it badly, but it doesn't want me. Then who am I to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it. I didn't work hard enough for it. I don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;My fault. Let's get back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye dreams of being a newspaper editor, hello reality.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Doesn't matter much does it?&lt;br /&gt;My life's already half screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to look forward to? What is it that I'm searching for really?&lt;br /&gt;What do I love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Mom should have just sent me off to some Arts school last year. And though it would have been a pain in the ass, well... At least I'll be happy being me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda pathetic really because I didn't really pick the choices based on my dreams and everything.&lt;br /&gt;My real dream... HAHA. This is gonna be a shocker..&lt;br /&gt;Is to just perform.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Yeah, I love acting &amp;amp; singing &amp;amp; dancing. Although I can't sing. And well, my parents don't even support me.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Sad huh. ))):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to reality. That dream won't ever come true.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo. So don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my new dream now is to... Well, loose WEIGHT! And then continue with the modelling stuff...&lt;br /&gt;And then get signed on by a real agency like Elite or something. Although making it big in Sg is tough especially when I've got eczema... )):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That will take years but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what.&lt;br /&gt;Sit &amp;amp; rot &amp;amp; wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Goodness. Just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine and I'll continue to surprise people with my abilities. Don't you worry.&lt;br /&gt;If I get into IT or Engineering. Don't worry. I'll do my best. I love a challenge. And this is it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-4202059521979882709?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4202059521979882709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=4202059521979882709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4202059521979882709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4202059521979882709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-supposed-to-be-upset-i-doubt-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-70454245561994746</id><published>2009-01-20T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:44:09.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The busride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The busride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus travels slowly&lt;br /&gt;As cars whiz by&lt;br /&gt;For once I'm not lonely&lt;br /&gt;Because I have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head lies on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;As I pretend to sleep&lt;br /&gt;All the way from one end to the other&lt;br /&gt;Just so you don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that it's not forever&lt;br /&gt;And to cherish this moment before we part&lt;br /&gt;You seem to hear because you whisper&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give a shy smile&lt;br /&gt;And think that its corny&lt;br /&gt;But I dont say a word&lt;br /&gt;Because I like it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;As we put our heads together&lt;br /&gt;And listen to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Making music with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish this moment will last&lt;br /&gt;For the whole night if not eternity&lt;br /&gt;And you say my wish will be granted&lt;br /&gt;And that we'll always stay this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus still travels slowly&lt;br /&gt;As tears well in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;When it's obvious you no longer love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-70454245561994746?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/70454245561994746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=70454245561994746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/70454245561994746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/70454245561994746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/busride.html' title='The busride'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7399508708730070262</id><published>2009-01-19T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:12:39.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this is freaking late but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year's resolution this year is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;TO QUIT BEING SUCH AN EMOKIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that it is somewhat strange for me to say that I'm really emo because... It just isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me won't describe me as an emo kid. Like duh, I spend almost every minute being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only turned emo after that day. Alright, I shan't take about that day. Instead I'll take about my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being emo. Quit yakking about all those heartbreaking stuff &amp;amp; continue keeping a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Also, quit writing it down.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to deal with all my problems through words and long essays based on just my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once, when I felt really bad about this certain incident back in Sec 2. (Yes it involves, Duck Big Bro)&lt;br /&gt;I ended up writing one entire essay during the whole of bio lesson &amp;amp; felt really good after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I should just stop worrying the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I think my new year's resolution is pretty silly. Well, it is already silly. WTH -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I don't really have a resolution other than loosing more weight.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I think I'm anorexic without the being thin part. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look it's already the 19th. And I've only started thinking about my resolutions now?! Am I slow or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to find a job &amp;amp;  I just realised that I have a dental appointment on the 22nd. ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I've not even been wearing my retainers. NOT WEARING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I wore them for the entire night &amp;amp; this morning when I woke up, my teeth fucking hurt. It hurts even more than braces! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I really miss wearing braces....&lt;br /&gt;Change modules. Haha. My bro got brainwashed by me &amp;amp; picked BLACK modules! How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;His teeth big, so it looks pretty. My teeth are so small, that when I wear braces &amp;amp; smile... It looks like I have no teeth at all. WTH WTH. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom calls me Iron woman because I basically lived through all the pain &amp;amp; went through extremely hard stuff &amp;amp; didn't even complain.&lt;br /&gt;I rmb extracting my teeth out early in the morning and then spending the entire weekend in camp after that. Best right? Two teeth gone. And one long leadership camp!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to put on braces.&lt;br /&gt;I put it on and the next day, I even had a competition to attend. Yeah, the YES thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun right?&lt;br /&gt;I remember how my Sec 2 to Sec 4 became really weird and screwed up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I can't believe I spilled out so much stuff in here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's good to feel all silly again. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; yeah. I still need help.&lt;br /&gt;Please help me.&lt;br /&gt;Need somebody to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; please don't think that I'm hitting on you.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Because I REALLY NEED HELP~&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this position is for guys &amp;amp; actually girls can apply too. (If they want to appear lesbian)&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; btw. This offer is not for that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;. You know what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7399508708730070262?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7399508708730070262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7399508708730070262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7399508708730070262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7399508708730070262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-this-is-freaking-late-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8136418082936800857</id><published>2009-01-18T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:41:26.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this point of time, I'm not feeling any better. My brain cells are dying as I try to figure out my next move. I really don't know. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this thing has been affecting me for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lighter but I still want this problem to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make it stop hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8136418082936800857?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8136418082936800857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8136418082936800857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8136418082936800857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8136418082936800857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-this-point-of-time-im-not-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2045292283702542004</id><published>2009-01-16T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:53:22.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'll be pretty busy this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing my portfolio for JPSAE because I might or might not be called down for an interview but it's better for me to be safe rather than sorry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to procrastinate because I want this really badly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching for all my certificates, the ones I received from participation in competitions like BA Zest etc. I'm also searching for all my old photos so that I can print them out and add them to my portfolio. The compositions which I used to ace are nowhere to be found because they were thrown away so it's really sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll have my fictions, poems, scripts, articles and photos to help me out. I'll just need a printer. I do have a printer. Just that it's at my aunt's place because she's using it to scan some photos.  Oh and my printer does not have ink so obviously I'm going to need another printer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to type out my fictions, one-shots and poems and print them out of course.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want them reading my incomprehensible hand writing. Well, it isn't neat. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll be letting them read my latest work, the one with the woman who suffers from split personality and is trying to execute revenge. I like that plot a lot. Mainly because it's scary and very unlike the preppy me you see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll let them read my mushy stuff either. Nobody can compete with me when it comes to being mushy and romantic. *cough out blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y13/phaene/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y13/phaene/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;By the way, does anybody have any comment about this photo I took a few years back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of adding it into my portfolio... I am not adding my photos in. Sorry eh. I'm not supposed to be the one behind the camera, not the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well. Other than that, I'm not really sure of what to present.&lt;br /&gt;Just behave the same way as I do at any normal interview.&lt;br /&gt;Look neat (:&lt;br /&gt;Look at them right in the eye. (:&lt;br /&gt;Be comfortable. (:&lt;br /&gt;Speak clearly. (:&lt;br /&gt;Give them a lasting impression! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2045292283702542004?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2045292283702542004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2045292283702542004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2045292283702542004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2045292283702542004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-ill-be-pretty-busy-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-4649521992492834758</id><published>2009-01-15T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:48:21.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SW9aiLLEy7I/AAAAAAAACmc/VmREisuwekI/s1600-h/SMILEE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SW9aiLLEy7I/AAAAAAAACmc/VmREisuwekI/s320/SMILEE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291547630344915890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally submitted them in! (:&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that this year, I will get somewhere. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that I've selected&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt; for half of my choices?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that show you how much I absolutely LOVE the school?&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to get into Ngee Ann Polytechnic. Then again, most of the Red Campers want to get in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want my first choice that badly that I've applied for JPSAE too!&lt;br /&gt;Hello?! The first choice is a dream to me. I've been wanting it since Sec ONE! Tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll really end up in NP. You see, I listed an Engineering course which is... WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Common Programme. Normal people said I'm nuts but considering that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAS THE ONLY GIRL&lt;/span&gt; in the previous competition who got into the top 10, it's nothing really. HAHA. Best right? Only person who won from Kranji somemore. Shiok right?&lt;br /&gt;Ok. STOP BRAGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT sounds like fun. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why. Please. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get into NP, I'll end up in SP or NYP or RP. No TP.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Too far. ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; ummm. personal reasons. Don't feel like talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I can't wait! Results come out soon please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;edit: WTH. I just realised I didn't erase out my personal particulars so people can just stalk or prank call me la. WTH WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-4649521992492834758?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/4649521992492834758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=4649521992492834758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4649521992492834758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/4649521992492834758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-finally-submitted-them-in-i-do-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SW9aiLLEy7I/AAAAAAAACmc/VmREisuwekI/s72-c/SMILEE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6483154225005616867</id><published>2009-01-13T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:47:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWy3dgSkxaI/AAAAAAAACmM/Qx1VjFjrA44/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWy3dgSkxaI/AAAAAAAACmM/Qx1VjFjrA44/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290805379765421474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WTH IS THIS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Iamsodead. Please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6483154225005616867?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6483154225005616867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6483154225005616867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6483154225005616867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6483154225005616867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/wth-is-this-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWy3dgSkxaI/AAAAAAAACmM/Qx1VjFjrA44/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6256303447237311015</id><published>2009-01-13T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:54:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;RED CAMP 5 SPECIAL PROGRAMME AT NP (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 10th January 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 354px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0130.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would words even be enough to describe how awesome the event was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt they would be enough because actions really speak louder than words do.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I would love to write an entire essay about how amazing the entire programme was but who would ever read such a long grandmother story?!Your ah ma? Oh no, I seriously doubt she even knows how to read... (No offence...)&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I shall just sum it up in whatever way I can although we all know that it would never be able to describe how fun the event was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However before I start posting about the event, I would like to apologise to Farhan for being so late this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since that has been done....&lt;br /&gt;This morning, all of us were splitted into groups today. I was lucky because I almost got into the same group as &lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; person and you know I don't particularly like that person. In fact, the words I would love to use are loathe, despise and abhorr but I'm too much of a sweetheart to write that. Yeah, go on. Cough out blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a couple of games with our group members and I made friends with people like Raymond &amp;amp; Ying Ying (:&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the names of the other girls in our group... Sadly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were quite stupid but it helped us gain knowledge about Ngee Ann poly's gym. Yes. The gym. =\&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, I found out there were 15 gym balls and that there are TVs at the threadmills. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was great because it was a real bonding session and I got to know more about people like Kenneth, Shaun (who is a Cenninchevitans) &amp;amp; Raymond. Apparently, Raymond likes anime &amp;amp; japanese stuff too! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; we talked to Sebastian &amp;amp; Jervis who are from Cenninchevitans. Jervis remembers me! He's that guy I saw at Mobbers the other day too. Sebastian didn't even remember me. ))): He remembered Yaya though. Did you know, I felt so upset....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jervis... Haha. Whacked all over. Poor thing. His dizziness was hilarious. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards was the personalized tour. Rasyid, Mus, Fah, Farhan, Kenneth, Yaya, Kenneth's gf, Shaun, Hairul, Ram &amp;amp; some others. Oh did I tell you? That there was this guy whose name is Zul &amp;amp; he's just like me. Like OMG!!! Seriously! Can you believe it? Oh &amp;amp; he knows so much about FMS. He even knows about the new courses.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on hi 5-ing him and it was pretty silly because I'm not even proud of what I've achieved. Actually I am, although it's not even good enough for me. I'm capable of better. Sounds pathetic but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; btw guys, thanks so much for today. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Rasyid &amp;amp; Mus for being my bodyguards. Yaya for alerting me &amp;amp; everybody else... (:&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny la. He suddenly stood behind me &amp;amp; then the guys were like calling me and asking me to stand nearer to them so they can protect me. Thank goodness for them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lift was funnier, I happy happy stand in the spacey corner...&lt;br /&gt;And then, that guy stood and was standing at where I was standing, so I squeezed in between Yaya  &amp;amp; Kenneth. And it was funny la because I pretended like I like to be in squishy places... So I sorta humped there &amp;amp; everybody else was like... VERY WRONG! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put a hood over your toot! ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobbers was pretty fun because we bumped into &lt;b&gt;GERMANYM&lt;/b&gt;! 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling Ziq that he's not there when suddenly, I spotted him. Speak of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/th_IMG_0027.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him. And since he likes kissing, I kissed him.... NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH! The DANIELLE guy was there too! I watch the show on Suria okay! (: I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;And it's seriously rare for me to even watch or like a Malay show. I think that guy was probably like, "eh eh. Budak cina sesat kat sini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 354px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0130.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobbing around and shocking people was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Keann! He's awesome! He's the guy who moves like a dancer. Super cool! (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's actually the third person to know about my results. First is Chin Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we were dismissed &amp;amp; we tried out the different CCAs. You know we just sang for fun &amp;amp; you know I can't sing but I just decided to have fun so Farhan decided to accompany me &amp;amp; sing Yellowcard's Only One! Haha, I'm thankful that he decided to sing along or else the entire atrium would hear my awful singing. I couldn't even hear myself actually so I just tried my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I actually captured a video of Hairul singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried out dragonboat. And competed against Farhan who is a dragon boater!!&lt;br /&gt;Fun sia. I feel like joining. HAHA &amp;amp; be a bung. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would say that I did a pretty good job considering I'm a girl &amp;amp; that my opponent used to be a dragon boater... Oh &amp;amp; let me add in the best part, I haven't done much physical exercise for 2 yrs!! (:&lt;br /&gt;I deserve a pat on the back don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling was funny because the bike seat really hurt my *toot* &amp;amp; the guy was like O.O because he kept on saying it's comfortable when it isn't. I mean, I'm a girl &amp;amp; my *toot* hurts.... What about the guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went off to Convention Centre to take photos later on. It was CRAZY I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a lot of people but the best were Brandon &amp;amp; Benedict. OOOH! BENEDICT BLUSHING! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Brandon was so tall!!! (((((: I like. (Oh shit. Brandon, if you are reading this... I mean I like your height because it's rare for me to find guys who are taller than me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0035.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first photo I took with Brandon. Apparently, it's not close enough so for some reason, they told us to move closer &amp;amp; we did. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0036.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I made the kissing face, then I decided.. To heck with it &amp;amp; I gave a smiling face. I actually like this photo. Arrhy saw the photo and msn-ed me saying that it looks as if the two of us are in a relationship. *kicks her butt* That girl misses Darren so much that she has to say stuff like that... OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to take a photo of me kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0079.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon even stood up to take a photo with me. (Previously he was sitting down) He said that I'm pretty tall!! YAY! :DD&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's hands were shaking so we took more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0080.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0082.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I'm kissing his neck. WTH. Haha. I actually like the way the photo turned out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with Benedict was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 481px; height: 360px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0059.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blushed can. He felt awkward. I'm sorry Benedict...&lt;br /&gt;We were all teasing him because he blushed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Took a photo with the cheesecakes &amp;amp; it was really fun because everybody realised that they looked alike. THE TWINS! Haha! Ohh &amp;amp; Hannah knows Derek too! Cool right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 376px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0072.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Took a photo of me kissing Fauzi &amp;amp; Violet.&lt;br /&gt;Violet was game for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent quite some time with the Cheryls, Sherylene, Sherly, Raymond, Bo Mun &amp;amp; Adin at the convention centre. Even when they called the Ambassadors in, we were stil snapping away at a small little corner. I think the Ambs must have gone, "WHAT ARE THESE CRAZY KIDS DOING?" Haha. We continued snapping until some of the banglas decided to take away the tables &amp;amp; chairs. It was really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, dinner-ed at King Albert Park's Mac &amp;amp; we chatted about a lot of things such as friendships, relationships, religions &amp;amp; of course, RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did made plenty of new friends &amp;amp; I'm glad that I was able to meet such AWESOME PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end with this pic ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/IMG_0108.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more photos, please visit my FB account. TYVM (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6256303447237311015?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6256303447237311015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6256303447237311015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6256303447237311015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6256303447237311015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-camp-5-special-programme-at-np-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f102/roritalala/RC/th_IMG_0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7299550922051155535</id><published>2009-01-12T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:15:58.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Maths- B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Phy/Chem -C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;EL - A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;SS/Hist- C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pure Geog- C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ML- B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Art- C6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really matters are the results of the two subjects listed above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other four subjects were never much of a concern during this entire 09. I already knew my results for those four subjects for what seems like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent another year agonizing over the results of those two subjects &amp;amp; studying hard just trying my best to achieve an A although I knew it was impossible. Yet, I've managed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;A B4 for my Maths instead of the initial D7.&lt;br /&gt;A C6 for my Science, a grade better than the initial one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've improved. I did it. Without much guidance &amp;amp; after much suffering, I've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 had been a nightmare for me. When the O level results were released then, it had started a very painful chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As friends started attending schools and leaving me behind. I was left alone in a painful world with few who could actually understand what I was going true. And the only one who held my hand tight and had been guiding me, chose to let me fall just as the battle was drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I lay, broken but still forcing myself to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;I felt pressurized at times but I just tried my best to stay strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid. I'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay strong &amp;amp; continue fighting, being the fighter &amp;amp; the strong girl that people know me as.&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for me to cry... Not now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm wondering if I should be disappointed with myself for letting myself get these sort of results. I'm capable of better but it's just that my laziness got the better of me. In my 4 yrs in secondary school, I've always been getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;single digits&lt;/span&gt; for Maths so I suppose this is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm disapointed because it's really impossible to get into Mass Comm. WHY?! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared though to face whatever challenges that lie ahead of me. I'll not give up just yet.&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, I shall write... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the nightmare of 2008 is over... Now, it's just left with facing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that nightmare&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7299550922051155535?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7299550922051155535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7299550922051155535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7299550922051155535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7299550922051155535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/results.html' title='RESULTS'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6673627114812155967</id><published>2009-01-12T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:40:39.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP, SP, TP &amp; NYP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;THE POLY OPEN HOUSES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the first year I attended all the poly open houses although I didn't go to NP's except for the Red Camp Special Program on Sat. That's sad but it's alright. I've been going &amp;amp; wanting to go to NP for like an entire year so it doesn't really matter. Does it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Let's start with the RP open house on 7th Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was silly&lt;/span&gt;. Really. I can't believe I went to the open house with mom &amp;amp; she went home &amp;amp; then I went to meet Hakim. =/&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, that guy was trying to deter me from going RP.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Met Shafiq &amp;amp; Dian there. I guess they were wondering who Kim was. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kim's really funny like OMG. The people at RP can actually think that he's not a student there... =/&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;They even attempted to give him goody bags and told us to walk here, there blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I ended up sitting with him &amp;amp; his friends, Shaun &amp;amp; Marcus in the library.. Cool huh. I feel like a student. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to get Kim to play pet society &amp;amp; I nearly wanted to use his lappy to play pet society. Oh &amp;amp; he plays Left 4 Dead too!!! 8DD&lt;br /&gt;He was kinda shocked to hear me say that I wanna play it because that's not Aishah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner-ed with the of them at Causeway's KFC. I thought I saw Wirbe there too... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; we met Eja who happens to be friends with one of my primary school friends, Sharmini.&lt;br /&gt;She can't even recognise me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I really changed THAT MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well... It's post braces period &amp;amp; I'm wearing Contacts now!! She knows me during pre-braces period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Singapore Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCM &amp;amp; I met up at Dover MRT&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I actually walked past her lovely hair. ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; it's darker now because she dyed it but it's gone now!!! 8DDD Although it isn't as blonde as it was before...&lt;br /&gt;Well, SP's really boring although I met up with all sorts of people there.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Silverknight there too! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Akmal was there, Izy was there....&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't really have much to do there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Temasek Polytechnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really planned to go to TP for the open house because I was really afraid to bump into him.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. On that day itself, I switched on MSN &amp;amp; Rashid invited me to go out with the rest of them to TP's open house.&lt;br /&gt;I think I told him before about who's in TP so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad to have them around me because I didn't feel as frightened about who I might meet.&lt;br /&gt;I was late by a lot because he told me 30 minutes before the meeting time &amp;amp; I was like "WHA-?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken when we went to TP's Business School to catch TP's Business School &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT TOP MODEL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1PIAGuaI/AAAAAAAACmE/cMxHxKtTeqU/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1PIAGuaI/AAAAAAAACmE/cMxHxKtTeqU/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290239983750658466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1O70rh5I/AAAAAAAACl8/iWadguVgr7w/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1O70rh5I/AAAAAAAACl8/iWadguVgr7w/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290239980481513362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Mak-Donna whose real name is Eda. She's really funnehhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1O2oOBuI/AAAAAAAACl0/tr9Dh98sbkI/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1O2oOBuI/AAAAAAAACl0/tr9Dh98sbkI/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290239979087070946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the Cast!&lt;br /&gt;They were awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After TP, we went to NYP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I went to meet Ati, Ziq, Z-man, Akmal &amp;amp; Ellysa.&lt;br /&gt;And we played laser quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1OcxlxGI/AAAAAAAACls/ap1IcwoaY6o/s1600-h/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1OcxlxGI/AAAAAAAACls/ap1IcwoaY6o/s320/IMG_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290239972147053666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why blogger is shitty with the photos. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. Best of luck people. Post about results &amp;amp; RC special programme soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6673627114812155967?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6673627114812155967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6673627114812155967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6673627114812155967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6673627114812155967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/rp-sp-tp-nyp.html' title='RP, SP, TP &amp; NYP!'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWq1PIAGuaI/AAAAAAAACmE/cMxHxKtTeqU/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5033012450053857042</id><published>2009-01-10T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:18:03.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY OUT AT THE SG FLYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on 6th Jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnKL7xhII/AAAAAAAAClc/P5b04NgShJg/s1600-h/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnKL7xhII/AAAAAAAAClc/P5b04NgShJg/s320/IMG_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289450449558144130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnJzj3CuI/AAAAAAAAClU/zkFwp-br7j8/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnJzj3CuI/AAAAAAAAClU/zkFwp-br7j8/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289450443015391970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnJ5wlS0I/AAAAAAAAClM/aT-U8pwH1ec/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnJ5wlS0I/AAAAAAAAClM/aT-U8pwH1ec/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289450444679367490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnJnBskzI/AAAAAAAAClE/KhXZJ_hm2gE/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnJnBskzI/AAAAAAAAClE/KhXZJ_hm2gE/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289450439650874162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnJgZ6NEI/AAAAAAAACk8/O9ZZXH3Df9s/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnJgZ6NEI/AAAAAAAACk8/O9ZZXH3Df9s/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289450437873382466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the rest up pretty late &amp;amp; it was pretty last minute too...&lt;br /&gt;Only received info from Haziq (red camper not SL) in the morning at about 12am right before I fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came 30 mins late because I was stuck in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting time was actually 3 at Cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;So I spent another day out with the Vikings. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent quite some time chit chatting with each other and well playing games.&lt;br /&gt;Dian and I had to leave early. Dian had training. Chuteball or something. Sounds cool...&lt;br /&gt;I, well, you know my parents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sg flyer was pretty deserted. Duh. Closed &amp;amp; school day....&lt;br /&gt;So we sat at the F1 road 8DD&lt;br /&gt;F1 sehhh... And opposite, you could see the sea &amp;amp; marina barrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had quite a lot of fun with them &amp;amp; well, got to know them better??? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Viking's rocks la&lt;/span&gt;. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5033012450053857042?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5033012450053857042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5033012450053857042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5033012450053857042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5033012450053857042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-out-at-sg-flyer-on-6th-jan-met-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWfnKL7xhII/AAAAAAAAClc/P5b04NgShJg/s72-c/IMG_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7976958498059703384</id><published>2009-01-09T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:30:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWbYPFv2ihI/AAAAAAAACk0/bgD_BaNzYEs/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWbYPFv2ihI/AAAAAAAACk0/bgD_BaNzYEs/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289152566145747474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a bimbo moment but who cares. I'm ranting now!!! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have noticed the tagboard. Ami &amp;amp; I are both ranting about our hair!&lt;br /&gt;Her mom says her hair is not nice. My mom hasn't said a word but I know she hates the fact that it's layered. =/&lt;br /&gt;And it is EASILY MESSY NOW. WTF. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only like the bangs.... Which are not even cut properly. WLE. waste of my $10.&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself although not layered nicer la. ):&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm joking, I'm for real. For the past 4 years, I cut my own hair okay. Includes my bangs. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, it looks longer today. Maybe it grew overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love my eyes ;D&lt;br /&gt;Sexy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sky blue&lt;/span&gt; contacts from Freshkon.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I use Freshlook but there was no blue available for me at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;I like using blue contacts btw. They're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about RP open house &amp;amp; SP open house soon uh...... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7976958498059703384?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7976958498059703384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7976958498059703384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7976958498059703384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7976958498059703384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-such-bimbo-moment-but-who-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWbYPFv2ihI/AAAAAAAACk0/bgD_BaNzYEs/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-872486912033777404</id><published>2009-01-08T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:24:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CENNINCHEVITANS BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CENNINCHEVITANS OUTING&lt;br /&gt;on 6th Jan 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWXRQDLGnaI/AAAAAAAACks/HAVWGTCKkVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWXRQDLGnaI/AAAAAAAACks/HAVWGTCKkVQ/s320/IMG_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288863411076504994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, we all met up again. Sexayyyy right?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well Germany &amp;amp; co weren't there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to say that our bbq wasn't that much of a success but neither was it a flop.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I would like to say that it was pretty good given the lack of discussion the organisers had because... one by one... They started to leave overseas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's a good effort indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends like the guys of WSS, Xinci, Ice, Mindy, Raymond, Gerald &amp;amp; PC...&lt;br /&gt;They were really quite friendly and fun to be hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, something bad happened... Well... I can't say what happened out here but... those who attended should know. We had a pest. A HUGE PEST.&lt;br /&gt;That pest was so huge, that all of us wanted to kill it. Really. Not bluffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun walking to West Coast plaza with Yaya, Fah, Ziq, Lyn, Ami... Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "kissed" a lot of people. It's strange. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles were blown around &amp;amp; it was super funny trying to start the fire.&lt;br /&gt;How many hours did we take? 2-3... Well, it's not as bad as a previous bbq I went to.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I remember I was so hungry, I crashed into some boxes at Cold Storage. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really glad to have known and to have met these people. They're really great people &amp;amp; lots of fun to be around too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;See you on 10th Jan ppl! ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; All the best for results alright! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-872486912033777404?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/872486912033777404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=872486912033777404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/872486912033777404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/872486912033777404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/cenninchevitans-bbq.html' title='CENNINCHEVITANS BBQ'/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWXRQDLGnaI/AAAAAAAACks/HAVWGTCKkVQ/s72-c/IMG_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-5489254863839757384</id><published>2009-01-07T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:25:14.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a moment there, I lost the will to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since I last wrote something proper? Each word seems to have lost its meaning now. My work has no more life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong. I just don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is telling me to write the words out but the words just don't want to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not moving. It's sleeping. No matter how much I try, it doesn't budge. It's lying there... In a deep slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writings... The poems that I used to write every so often have all turned to dust. The stories and characters I conjured up have grown up. Somehow, nothing seems realistic or beautiful anymore. I've lost that touch I once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-5489254863839757384?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/5489254863839757384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=5489254863839757384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5489254863839757384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/5489254863839757384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-moment-there-i-lost-will-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-3971543156796849141</id><published>2009-01-06T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:09:14.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWNsPBYAA7I/AAAAAAAACkk/cyFz4_i9Mg0/s1600-h/IMG_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWNsPBYAA7I/AAAAAAAACkk/cyFz4_i9Mg0/s320/IMG_0336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288189392786031538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The KL trip was great! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, I didn't even sleep &amp;amp; that's such a shocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a lot of fun shopping &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; looking at bishies. Honestly, there were many bishies in KL. Why Sg don't have?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because not many of the guys are into VK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  ate my Subway &amp;amp; I'm so so happy that I got to eat it! It's HALAL SUBWAY! (((:&lt;br /&gt;And I kept on drinking Starbucks....&lt;br /&gt;My unadama don was yummeh too although it doesnt beat Waraku's... Maybe different atmosphere because Waraku has that very jap feel because of the room &amp;amp; the dining table... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate my nasi ayam twice. TWICE ONLY! Sad right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I had pasta too. At KLCC. Although it's not pastamania, it was still nice but too creamy and lacking taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that KLCC has Manhattan Fish Market!&lt;br /&gt;This is Aaron's fault. He made me addicted to fish &amp;amp; chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on eating and eating in KL. Couldn't stop. The food was just too yummy. A pity that Genting didnt really have nice food. We only had hotdog from 1901 &amp;amp; starbucks. The breakfast buffet wasn't even nice. It was yucky. Doesn't beat the breakfast buffet at Impiana hotel, where they served WAFFLES! WAFFLES!! WAFFLES I TELL YOU! YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, didn't buy much either. Got my eyeliner though.&lt;br /&gt;Clothes were pretty cheap but I'm too choosy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know?? An OP in KL cost RM160+ while in Sg, the same OP could cost $160++.&lt;br /&gt;CHEAP RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;Panniers are RM40+ while in Sg, they are $40.&lt;br /&gt;You see the huge price difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nearly bought Kera in KL but decided not to. I can read the scans you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I've got two new pair of jeans. Cheap okay.&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs for 100 ringgit! If you convert... WAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only like KL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really like Genting because the toilet sucked. The food sucked. And well, my parents don't allow me to play the rides. So yeah, I had no entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;In KL. Something very funny happened...&lt;br /&gt;We were walking past a store selling pjs. The ones that kids can dress up as their fav superheroes like the ones at pasar malam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When...&lt;br /&gt;Aishah:: Last time, bro always wanted to buy this eh. Rmb? But nobody buy for him...&lt;br /&gt;Mom:: Yeah. Haha. Last time he always want to buy....&lt;br /&gt;Aishah:: Yeah, I rmb... HAHA. Go buy now la!&lt;br /&gt;Mom:: Want to buy for what?? You see him, we never buy this sort of things for him but he nvr complain abt deprived childhood... (cos I always complain about my deprived childhood)&lt;br /&gt;Bro:: WHO SAY?? I also got deprived childhood..&lt;br /&gt;Mom:: You also have??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny la. Cause most of the time, my bro never even talk &amp;amp; he lazy to entertain me &amp;amp; my mom.&lt;br /&gt;So when he said that... All of us were like stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood damn deprived.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I pity my mom seh. Her daughter a bit not right in the head. Always complain and ask, why you never buy me that princess dress when I was still small? Then will ask, why last time I small you never... blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Then I will ask her, When can I have another sibling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she can get high blood pressure or go crazy if she hasn't known me for years. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Any stranger would have passed away already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay la. End of post. END END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn sian I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be going RP open house with mommy! ;D&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Then can ask her to this and that! Haha, I think I will end up nagging.... -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I have a weird family.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the last time she called me to ask me about buying jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I sound like I'm talking to a friend... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, not much mood to blog ah. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expect a post in IDK when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-3971543156796849141?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/3971543156796849141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=3971543156796849141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3971543156796849141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/3971543156796849141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/kl-trip-was-great-on-way-there-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SWNsPBYAA7I/AAAAAAAACkk/cyFz4_i9Mg0/s72-c/IMG_0336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-1691489257209575674</id><published>2009-01-04T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:37:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It takes a while for a caterpillar to turn into a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a while for somebody to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm planning to start life all over again.&lt;br /&gt;This year I turn 18.&lt;br /&gt;I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;Adult. Time to be more responsible &amp;amp; take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Time to be socially active yet practice self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be the person I've always wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-1691489257209575674?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1691489257209575674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=1691489257209575674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1691489257209575674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1691489257209575674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-takes-while-for-caterpillar-to-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6159358044896504200</id><published>2009-01-01T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:09:06.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from KL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVES! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye 2008 &amp;amp; the bittersweet memories that came with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's welcome the New Year &amp;amp; let's all pray we have better moments ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;Face the coming challenges with a smile because they will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to have a BN start at life since I will be turning 18 in a couple of months. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new chapter is about to be written.&lt;br /&gt;Let's all work hard together (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6159358044896504200?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6159358044896504200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6159358044896504200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6159358044896504200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6159358044896504200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-kl-happy-new-year-loves-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-7959460975654710364</id><published>2008-12-27T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:35:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>off to kl.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-7959460975654710364?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/7959460975654710364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=7959460975654710364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7959460975654710364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/7959460975654710364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2008/12/off-to-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-6416323352246956924</id><published>2008-12-26T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:42:30.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without You - Anna Tsuchiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was driving in my car&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the loud guitar&lt;br /&gt;Of the band you used to hate&lt;br /&gt;You said so on our date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the song was really bad&lt;br /&gt;But it made me think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that what we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Was a miracle of two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't wanna know&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the reason why you ran away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't wanna show the tears I shed on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on　I know I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll find a place where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid　Just like you said&lt;br /&gt;I've been disgraced just far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why was it wrong to stay with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why was it wrong to love you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who chose this way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who pulled you back&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still here　Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going for a walk&lt;br /&gt;When you called this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if we should talk&lt;br /&gt;But I have to see you soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know that it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have grown away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I closed my iron gate&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't wanna know the reason why you turned away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't wanna show the blood I shed for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on　I know I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't look back until you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid　Just like you said&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my peace under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was it wrong to touch your face&lt;br /&gt;Why was it wrong to keep my space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not the one who put you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not the one who let you frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still here　Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know people like the games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You can't make them stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't see how love can end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We should all stop to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No more lies and no more pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't stop the fate again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will find my peace somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will find a way - so I'll smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm moving on　I'm not afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll find a place where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm done　Just like you said&lt;br /&gt;I've been disgraced just far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Why was it wrong to stay with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Why was it wrong to love you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I'm not the one who chose this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I'm not the one who pulled you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I'm still here　Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-6416323352246956924?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/6416323352246956924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=6416323352246956924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6416323352246956924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/6416323352246956924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2008/12/without-you-anna-tsuchiya-i-was-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-1858563017261816000</id><published>2008-12-25T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:59:31.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS BOYS &amp;amp; GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the season to be happy &amp;amp; forget whatever troubles we have! (:&lt;br /&gt;Means, we must must must be merry &amp;amp; HAPPY! (:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that means.... Aishah, paste a smile on your face! :D Nice? LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spent my Christmas Eve bowling &amp;amp; playing laser quest~&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went bowling was with ex &amp;amp; Sc at Kina's place.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't play. Ex played for me. I was afraid of making myself look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I played! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly all of us were to meet at 9am. I left my house at 9am. And the rest were all late! ):&lt;br /&gt;I was first to arrive which is another first. I was waiting for the bus some more seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got owned at both bowling and laser quest. Still, it was fun! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMMUnDoweI/AAAAAAAACkU/UyckNLPO7Xg/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMMUnDoweI/AAAAAAAACkU/UyckNLPO7Xg/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283580336056877538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMMUhhmVmI/AAAAAAAACkM/jJwbNapBZo4/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMMUhhmVmI/AAAAAAAACkM/jJwbNapBZo4/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283580334571935330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My score isn't bad for a first-timer right?? (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLvEKBYsI/AAAAAAAACkE/bwSBsmgdXE4/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLvEKBYsI/AAAAAAAACkE/bwSBsmgdXE4/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283579691033256642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLu-qnxtI/AAAAAAAACj8/KPASu_h70EQ/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLu-qnxtI/AAAAAAAACj8/KPASu_h70EQ/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283579689559377618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLumuItTI/AAAAAAAACj0/_wnyJkqYWsk/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLumuItTI/AAAAAAAACj0/_wnyJkqYWsk/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283579683131667762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLuGM2czI/AAAAAAAACjs/5BjCjoDue-8/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLuGM2czI/AAAAAAAACjs/5BjCjoDue-8/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283579674402124594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLtwh5TZI/AAAAAAAACjk/pKWLIduioyg/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMLtwh5TZI/AAAAAAAACjk/pKWLIduioyg/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283579668584811922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK5SsJWWI/AAAAAAAACjc/owZa4e8HliA/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK5SsJWWI/AAAAAAAACjc/owZa4e8HliA/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283578767221545314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK4wtvzpI/AAAAAAAACjU/RJ3wzhxgB3k/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK4wtvzpI/AAAAAAAACjU/RJ3wzhxgB3k/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283578758101454482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izmir's turkey. He didn't want to erase the score for like forever because of the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK4QtZKrI/AAAAAAAACjM/ZdACi1WyzmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK4QtZKrI/AAAAAAAACjM/ZdACi1WyzmQ/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283578749510036146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izmir &amp;amp; Roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK4L-dkoI/AAAAAAAACjE/e9FqmFFmtdo/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK4L-dkoI/AAAAAAAACjE/e9FqmFFmtdo/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283578748239450754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hairul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK3nUJXrI/AAAAAAAACi8/a8IwPRoygTA/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMK3nUJXrI/AAAAAAAACi8/a8IwPRoygTA/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283578738398289586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at my 7s! Haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;Hit nothing for like 14 times. LOL. Can still count ah. ):&lt;br /&gt;There was once where I just accidentally dropped the ball and it rolled to the longkang and it was rolling for like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun Christmas eve which didnt even feel like Christmas eve. Now my arm hurts!&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to spread some love! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-1858563017261816000?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/1858563017261816000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=1858563017261816000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1858563017261816000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/1858563017261816000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-boys-girls-this-season.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRJGJP2VEr8/SVMMUnDoweI/AAAAAAAACkU/UyckNLPO7Xg/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2554584488819360141</id><published>2008-12-24T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:56:46.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve..&lt;br /&gt;In a few days I will be in KL&lt;br /&gt;In a week it will be New Year's eve...&lt;br /&gt;And then this bittersweet chapter of my life will come to an end &amp;amp; then a new chapter will unfold. Who knows what is in store for me in that new chapter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best not to let myself down. I'm just trying all I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard this song again today and I was reminded of you..&lt;br /&gt;You're a heartbreaker &amp;amp; I'm only blaming myself because I let you break my heart into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2554584488819360141?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2554584488819360141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2554584488819360141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2554584488819360141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2554584488819360141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-8240680543609335472</id><published>2008-12-23T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:55:08.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored so I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You Scored a 95% which means you are a ....&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 95%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are a passionate lover. You are the complete package and you recieve the complete package. You are NOT selfish and yet you still don't get walked all over. You're what everyone looks for and you show the opposite sex what it is like to truly be loved. Anyone who gets you is truly lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_kind_of_lover_are_you_3" style="color: blue;"&gt;What kind of lover are you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Upon doing this quiz, I realised that I really like to do sweet things for whoever my love is. Uhh. Well, I only had one ex so it effing doesn't matter right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still doubt that I can be a perfect girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, should I be bothered because there is no such thing as perfect after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who gets me is truly lucky?&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;I certainly doubt my ex appreciated what he got then again, I didn't really give him what he wanted I guess.. ._.&lt;br /&gt;** is laughing now because I told him everything &amp;amp; well... He's the only guy I talk to about stuff. LOL. Nearly exposed our secret there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... I'll find a boyfriend in 2009. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then can celebrate Valentines Day with him &amp;amp; finally find someone to celebrate my birthday with me. YES!&lt;br /&gt;My 17th birthday was shit. Don't ask. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I plan to hold a PARTY for my 18th birthday ah.&lt;br /&gt;PARTY! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-8240680543609335472?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/8240680543609335472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=8240680543609335472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8240680543609335472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/8240680543609335472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-bored-so-i-did-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2198652603755598501</id><published>2008-12-23T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:50:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my heart broke into millions of pieces again... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah but vengeance is sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2198652603755598501?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2198652603755598501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2198652603755598501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2198652603755598501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2198652603755598501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-my-heart-broke-into-millions-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2070275530161216011</id><published>2008-12-22T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:36:12.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Random note&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singapore really is too small. So small that there's a high chance of meeting the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people you're avoiding&lt;/span&gt; or don't want to see on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mobbers @ Orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures from me because my battery died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I actually danced on a stage in front of crowd. Mass Dance some more. Then again, I'm used to dancing on stages because of folk dance back in KSS. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my long lost dancing partner from Red Camp. His name is Fadli. (:&lt;br /&gt;I found out that he lives pretty near me. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong En, Wang An &amp;amp; their friends turned up too. I guess that not many people saw them. I did. Oh &amp;amp; En dyed his hair. &lt;s&gt;I don't like!&lt;/s&gt; I so did not say anything!&lt;br /&gt;They came and didn't even dance.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even notice me! ): It was only until we were walking towards the stage when I went up to them and waved and smiled. No, they were not sitting with us campers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all taking photos when suddenly Santa popped out behind me! So cute right?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing ended, we took some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Vikings&lt;/span&gt; group photo!&lt;br /&gt;Ben funny la! We passed the camera to Fauzi &amp;amp; he ran in to take photo. One extra yellow coloured t-shirt in the shot. Haha. No la, he was dragged away I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I saw the other guy from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cenninchevitans&lt;/span&gt;. Forgot his name. He was wearing a blue shirt the other day at Sentosa. I think he was performing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; there was this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; incident..&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing ended &amp;amp; we had just gone off to take our bags. Some of us were standing in a circle and just talking to each other discussing where we wanted to go. When suddenly, I turned around because I felt a presence behind me &amp;amp; Azie.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there was this guy in a red shirt with the letter S in the middle.. I didn't know who he was. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;So, he looked kinda friendly, so I just smiled and said hello. (I have no clue as to why I did that)&lt;br /&gt;And then he put his hand out &amp;amp; me being me... Blur like shit, stared at his hand &amp;amp; then looked at him! I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW THE GUY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I just shook his hand... Then he went around shaking the rest of our hands...&lt;br /&gt;I swear... My head just went, "WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?!" It could be someone that I know but don't recognise but he doesn't look the least bit familiar to me... (same old story)&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq was already asking me, "Eh. Who's that?"&lt;br /&gt;All of us don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, he started talking to the SLs &amp;amp; the SLs being friendly entertained him. So all of us were still going, "Who is that?!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he suddenly turned &amp;amp; I don't know what he said because I was spacing.&lt;br /&gt;Then he pointed to each of us &amp;amp; I was, "HUH?"&lt;br /&gt;The guys were like pointing to each other &amp;amp; then to themselves. So funny seh!&lt;br /&gt;Creepy. Then, after that... We were all like... Eh Cabut ah!&lt;br /&gt;All run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went and walked all the way to Cathay to lepak. Just sit &amp;amp; talk crap. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Seeing an old friend kinda spoiled my mood but it's not really her fault. It's mine and his..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786423584744257049-2070275530161216011?l=tha-doll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/feeds/2070275530161216011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=786423584744257049&amp;postID=2070275530161216011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2070275530161216011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786423584744257049/posts/default/2070275530161216011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tha-doll.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-note-singapore-really-is-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Aiiyame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777033820938558223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786423584744257049.post-2239897636378480379</id><published>2008-12-21T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:02:47.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;I am findin
