<?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-3983264740693253176</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:44:41.970+08:00</updated><category term='rants'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='work'/><category term='pain'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>where troubles melt like lemondrops</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-4921909941862009182</id><published>2011-02-11T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:47:39.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#WhatsYourTalent is like playing brain power on DS Lite! So fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.churpchurp.com/hellocherie/share/infocomm-talent?utm_source=social_btn&amp;amp;utm_medium=sharing"&gt;#WhatsYourTalent is like playing brain power on DS Lite! So fun!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-4921909941862009182?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.churpchurp.com/hellocherie/share/infocomm-talent?utm_source=social_btn&amp;utm_medium=sharing' title='#WhatsYourTalent is like playing brain power on DS Lite! So fun!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4921909941862009182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4921909941862009182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4921909941862009182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4921909941862009182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2011/02/whatsyourtalent-is-like-playing-brain.html' title='#WhatsYourTalent is like playing brain power on DS Lite! So fun!!'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-8638965682866739921</id><published>2009-11-19T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:36:10.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i believe this blog is more or less dead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder if it should be revived..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just melt away quietly...without anyone noticing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps i should just start a new one. like starting a new life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-8638965682866739921?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8638965682866739921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8638965682866739921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8638965682866739921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8638965682866739921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-believe-this-blog-is-more-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-5802962469875599413</id><published>2009-09-16T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:21:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i wish for....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;a DS Lite or DSi&lt;/span&gt; so i can play Nintendo Dogs with Lydia! (of course, try the game that she is so addicted with, pokemon pearl. LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i wanna play ALOT of games at not much costs (hint hint)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone wanna get it for me? :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the lovely boyf bought me a bag, a pair of shoes and leggings for my birthday! all that i needed. we just went out on a shopping spreeee! of course, one can never have too many shoes and bags isn't it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MuHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life has been surrounded by kids recently. 3 year olds and pri 2s, man i need a whistle to blow cause my voice just aint loud enough. finally a day to rest tomorrow, i ought to start reading my News Studies notes to prepare for exam which i have no idea what he is going to test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siggghhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5802962469875599413?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5802962469875599413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5802962469875599413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5802962469875599413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5802962469875599413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish-i-wish-for.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-5600299416296127123</id><published>2009-09-09T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:58:11.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGoodness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i needed to take a break from my News Studies workload to say.... I GOT ANOTHER DISTINCTION!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg! gogo wonder girls and one tanned polar bear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the best group, like SERIOUSLY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 more to go people! half a year more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hearts you: just got married fellow intern, golden village, smelly bff, tanned polar bear, dragonboat girl, gossip girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; of course the boyf who believed in me and always accompanying me to meetings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5600299416296127123?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5600299416296127123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5600299416296127123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5600299416296127123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5600299416296127123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/09/omgoodness.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-3398579740280642492</id><published>2009-09-06T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:01:22.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. boy am i tired. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just got back from lydia's wedding! all the way at bukit batok, a place i've rarely set foot on. it was great to see the boyf having fun teasing my uni mates! HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been so packed the whole 2 weeks, running from place to place. interviews, school, project work, housework, work itself.. i can feel my energy draining out rapidly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like yesterday, just 1 and a half hours at st andrews junior was enough to drain out whatever energy i had left. and to think i wasn't teaching, but observing. badly traumatised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got alot of things lined up for me the next few weeks, preparing to throw myself into a deep pit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mon &amp;amp; tue: facilitator job at a pri sch far away in the west + project meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wed: speech and drama lesson at kcpps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thurs: project meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fri: presentation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;following mon &amp;amp; tue: relief teaching at etonhouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wed: speech and drama lessons at kcpps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; so on &amp;amp; so forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, i wont be planning a birthday party anymore. no location &amp;amp; too taxing at this period of time in my life. i guess it'll just be separate celebrations to whoever who would want to celebrate with me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zzz got to go read up on the facilitator job now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3398579740280642492?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3398579740280642492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3398579740280642492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3398579740280642492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3398579740280642492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-813266245304545156</id><published>2009-08-30T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:28:21.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARGGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; !#*&amp;amp;%^$#@!#$%^*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there isn't anything on theories of journalism! it's pissing me off big time. and i mean BIG TIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a job interview tomorrow at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waterloo&lt;/span&gt; street, a long way to walk. with the blister on my toe, i figured that i will need much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; in order to get to the location. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally got mum to go parkway with me to change her birthday bag to a design she prefers and at least she manages to find one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess what's the bag name!!!! not very tough if you know my mum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOWLING BAG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she kept giggling to herself when she saw the tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to cut my hair, but i'm still trying to find a hairstylist. mine disappeared :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-813266245304545156?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/813266245304545156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=813266245304545156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/813266245304545156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/813266245304545156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/08/argghhhhh-there-isnt-anything-on.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8245521606017323435</id><published>2009-08-28T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:33:03.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was weird for you to ask and say those things. It made me wonder what i am to you all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, now i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: it's definitely not the lovely boyf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3983264740693253176-8245521606017323435?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8245521606017323435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8245521606017323435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8245521606017323435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8245521606017323435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-out.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-6278989261645160138</id><published>2009-08-11T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:18:17.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking!</title><content type='html'>i cooked for the mummy today!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor mummy had an eye operation yesterday and is in very great pain. PLUS she didnt have any appetite cause of nauseau caused by either the op or the GA they gave her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thus, i took it to my responsibility to do up something appetising yet easy to eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; this leads me to doing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY FIIRST TIME COOKING SOUP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corn + carrots (gd for eyes) + wolfberries (gd for eyes) in stock brewed from ikan billis! no msg, no salt at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spinach porridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: my arms ache from trying to break the corn. argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-6278989261645160138?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6278989261645160138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6278989261645160138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6278989261645160138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6278989261645160138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/08/cooking.html' title='cooking!'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-6993683638632621870</id><published>2009-08-11T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:51:03.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unglam is the new pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SoBdxKPUn2I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FEq_4h6c148/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SoBdxKPUn2I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FEq_4h6c148/s400/IMG_2407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368393854969225058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unglam. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still damn cute picture of Raeanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;courtesy of her older sister, Paige. &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/3983264740693253176-6993683638632621870?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6993683638632621870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6993683638632621870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6993683638632621870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6993683638632621870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/08/unglam-is-new-pretty.html' title='unglam is the new pretty'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SoBdxKPUn2I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FEq_4h6c148/s72-c/IMG_2407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-151902624265100425</id><published>2009-08-10T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:54:04.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;this blog hasn't been having any pictures lately &amp;amp; i'm all to blame!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, meet my sweet auntie wearing my sun hat and sunnies! both the sisters are growing up so fast! Paige just loves dressing up and putting on make-up whereas Rae is interested in putting everything into her mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sn782QLvRWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kDRK58Zj7jI/s1600-h/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sn782QLvRWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kDRK58Zj7jI/s400/Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waraku-lovin with the boyf last month. I was craving for UNI (sea urchin) and they had the most afforable uni i could find, but damnit! when i went there, uni was out of stock :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sn782tpfZoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/E9w-3qxAMTI/s1600-h/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sn782tpfZoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/E9w-3qxAMTI/s400/Pictures1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;National Day Preview, thanks to the boyf! brought Paige along with me and she was a gem! she was frightened by the "bomb" simulation but enjoyed digging out stuff from the fun pack! we kept laughing throughout the parade esp when the ministers and president stepped out cause they were fake! she didn't understand but laughed along with me. I think im ready to bring her out for more events! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sn7-Oo8VQQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZIUZHSKoTro/s400/Pictures2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368007333334302978" /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;okie, im tired. need my sleep. sian, work on tuesday! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;today, rae was walking around going "da-da" and "ga-ga" so i re-named the sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;Paige = Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;Rae = Gaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;together, they are lady gaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-151902624265100425?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/151902624265100425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=151902624265100425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/151902624265100425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/151902624265100425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-blog-hasnt-been-having-any.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sn782QLvRWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kDRK58Zj7jI/s72-c/Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2725359319743974014</id><published>2009-08-02T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:06:25.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cancel or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still awaiting decision. by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should change my blog name to: TROUBLE IS A FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it is indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2725359319743974014?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2725359319743974014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2725359319743974014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2725359319743974014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2725359319743974014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/08/cancel-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-4577633569376053076</id><published>2009-07-19T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:02:02.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really lost touch with the world for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you havent found out, i gotten myself a job at night safari and i have been having on-job-training (OJT) for the past 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's work from 5 till midnight and i get back home at 1, shower and do all my stuff till 2am and sleep around that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really understand those poor night-shifters now! it's so hard to sleep in the day with the light streaming into your room and when construction work starts (usually at 9am for some god knows why reason) I'm usually woken up at 9am everyday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand like throughout my work and my legs are aching for a good massage. i've come into contact with the largest ants i've ever seen and have them crawling up my arms and on my shirt. I've been bitten by mosquitoes that thrives on Night Safari's visitors' blood and they are way different from the normal ones at home. their bite will leave you swelling and itching for the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to me, it's worth it cause i get to see the animals. they are all so adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got my uniform today but i still haven gotten the chance to wear it yet. shall wear it tomorrow. :D i wonder how i look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that is weighing me down is that i seem to lose all contact with the world and most importantly, my boyfriend and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven seen my boyf for 6 days (it's tough okay!) and we don't talk more than 20 mins each day. our messages have also been restricted due to our lifestyle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning -                Boyf: Awake       Me: Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon -             Boyf: Working    Me: Awake&lt;br /&gt;Late Afternoon -    Boyf: Working    Me: Working&lt;br /&gt;Night -                     Boyf: Resting      Me: Working&lt;br /&gt;Really Late-           Boyf: Sleeping     Me: Awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See our timing? Bear in mind that I can't check my phone the entire time I'm working. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so badly that its not even funny. I can't wait for Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I got High Distinction for my latest module!!!! OMGGGGG! HAPPY HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;Bear, cher, sam, leon: how now? cannot buy triple A battery liaooooo! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time i can use the internet... (i dont know when)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-4577633569376053076?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4577633569376053076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4577633569376053076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4577633569376053076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4577633569376053076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/07/omgoodness.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-2366053973902073545</id><published>2009-07-02T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:03:01.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lauuuu, damn long never blog already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at Parkway Parade right now doing "live" blogging from JT's laptop muahahahahah! although wireless suck here, but better than nothing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from redang and i have so many photos to share but i dont have it right now with me, so all i can say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE GOING REDANG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT STAY AT REDANG HOLIDAY! &lt;/span&gt;(the people there are cheats! @#&amp;amp;^%$@$%^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i don't understand why we were so stupid to be conned by them. sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back soon, exams tomorrow so i got to study during break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN QMAX INJECTION --&gt;        &lt;div id="qmaxfooter"&gt;           &lt;!-- the footer would go here --&gt;          &lt;iframe framespacing="0" src="http://portal.ssg.qmax.com.sg/banner/footer.php" frameborder="0" height="30" scrolling="no" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;CheckVisible();&lt;/script&gt; &lt;!-- END QMAX INJECTION --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2366053973902073545?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2366053973902073545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2366053973902073545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2366053973902073545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2366053973902073545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/07/wah-lauuuu-damn-long-never-blog-already.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-5639785098362796213</id><published>2009-06-17T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:05:27.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was doodling at work..&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;can you guess my canvas and what i doodled? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SjiVefLlcJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/34HbiZJ4d44/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SjiVefLlcJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/34HbiZJ4d44/s400/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348188908501168274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a tiny house on my leg!!!!!! Can you see it already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5639785098362796213?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5639785098362796213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5639785098362796213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5639785098362796213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5639785098362796213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-doodling-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SjiVefLlcJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/34HbiZJ4d44/s72-c/Image033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1989428651673757166</id><published>2009-06-11T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:13:32.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on a mass-sending resume spree and i nearly got high by just doing that! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent out my resume and details to like over 10 companies hoping to get a call back in this time of a recession when i suddenly received an sms on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey cherie, i am wondering whether you keen to take up a part time admin assistant in an agency? Are you having holidays now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, i have no idea who that person was! the first thing that came into my mind was somebody from recruit agency or something so i replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May I know who this is? Also, what is the working hours and pay? :)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the mysterious person called me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she was working in the tuition agency that i've registered with and the moment she saw my address, she immediately took down my number and called me cause her office was within walking distance of my house (not many tuition teachers stays here i guess?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is flexi, once or twice or thrice a week, at least 5 hours (good, so i can carry on with my tuition and since they are an agency, i think they will have more jobs for me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sounded quite nice and i'm meeting her on tues for a short interview. we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;although the pay is much lower, we'll take a step at a time. no rush no rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-1989428651673757166?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1989428651673757166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1989428651673757166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1989428651673757166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1989428651673757166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-on-mass-sending-resume-spree-and.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1078740328063153276</id><published>2009-06-05T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:03:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up early to the sound of DRILLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to wake up since i had to go to the wet market and did my housewife shopping! really felt like one with my hair up with a headband. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough, i was picking potatoes, tomatoes and carrots. looking to see if they are pretty enough! the kind uncle helped me up with the long beans and boy was it really good buying from a market. it was so much cheaper! one kg of potatoes only cost $2.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a total of $3.60 for all the vegetables, which was enough to feed 4 people i think! HAHAHA! went to the other stall for butter and bought oranges to keep it a balanced meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people.. can you guess what i'm going to cook?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-1078740328063153276?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1078740328063153276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1078740328063153276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1078740328063153276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1078740328063153276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-early-to-sound-of-drilling.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-4985114854117481750</id><published>2009-06-02T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:36:42.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTSydLcSbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/pmRqCNq_MK4/s1600-h/photos20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTSydLcSbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/pmRqCNq_MK4/s400/photos20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342626822236162482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the other day the clique were filming in Sam's house for Cher's house for her birthday video and we took pictures of our characters! (watch the video below!) the clique was sweet enough to accompany me to the airport to meet my boyf who was coming back from Thailand! we had popeyes that was really oilyy (i had oil dripping down my arm *shivers*) and had bear's mashed potatoes which were GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AT9NtxJUWSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AT9NtxJUWSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They accompanied me till about 1+ am and i rushed off to the arrival hall to wait for my boyf! the moment i saw a huge gang of army boys, i immediately spotted my boyf, but he didn't see me! :( seems like i was the only girlf there cause the entire place was filled with family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRvXSFqkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sEl5GzERx_k/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRvXSFqkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sEl5GzERx_k/s400/IMG_1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625669602191938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyf was so glad he could eat MACS and we shared a meal. That's a fry in his mouth by the way! he looked really tired when he came back and he was lugging this 40kg bag omg.. even dragging it by the wheels of the bag was super tough. but he didn't take the airport trolley cause cool people don't need it ROFL (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRwS1eReI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WCOWH9fSjHY/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRwS1eReI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WCOWH9fSjHY/s400/IMG_1989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625685588297186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just really glad he was back safe and sound! but to add on to that, he got me a very cute surprise! it was really pretty and thoughtful of him! &amp;amp; it is none other than....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A THAI ELEPHANT IN PRETTY COLOURS! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRvqj9ffI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1QGlutu3Y94/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRvqj9ffI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1QGlutu3Y94/s400/IMG_1985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625674777427442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRvxy6kQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/j2E8piVmPgQ/s1600-h/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRvxy6kQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/j2E8piVmPgQ/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625676719198466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that i really really liked my present from Thailand! I named it Cashew Nut cause I have another elephant he got me called P'Nut. :P the colours are really sweet! baby blue and baby pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRwKhV0pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tZ1ovc5Pjbo/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTRwKhV0pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tZ1ovc5Pjbo/s400/IMG_1987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342625683356373650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he was telling me about his army mates when he was buying this elephant for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army-mate: eh, you buy elephant for who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyf: i buy for my girlf. she loves elephants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army-mate: then you love what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyf: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE HER LUH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shys* he is so sweet. muahcks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today! love you boyf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-4985114854117481750?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4985114854117481750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4985114854117481750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4985114854117481750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4985114854117481750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-other-day-clique-were-filming-in.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SiTSydLcSbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/pmRqCNq_MK4/s72-c/photos20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8291667777728886136</id><published>2009-05-29T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:33:39.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got lazy and stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-8291667777728886136?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8291667777728886136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8291667777728886136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8291667777728886136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8291667777728886136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanted-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-5413688764451798067</id><published>2009-05-22T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:02:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been quite some time since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the reason is simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyf is back from Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog a fast one cause we are going to catch a movie soon. it's the first time i'm using his mac to blog, muhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing in the sun for 2 hours straight is no joke, i bet today's weather is about 35 degrees man! poor boy was standing there with the rest of his comrades cause he had his POP today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i was waiting for him there since 3pm, and the sun was unbearable. I could feel the heat from the sky, from the ground, from the people around me... at every single surface. it's amazing. the toilet at pasir laba camp was so much more cooling, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post pictures another time cause i can't transfer the pics out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, although it was warm and everyone was stinking real badly... the smile on my boyf when he passed out was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time I've seen him in full battle order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handsome sergeant! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5413688764451798067?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5413688764451798067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5413688764451798067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5413688764451798067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5413688764451798067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-has-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-446845945634837209</id><published>2009-05-14T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:09:41.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LDR sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;yes, even though it is just 24 days of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyf and I chatted over the phone last night in the wee hours (1am Sing and 12midnight Thai). It sucks that I can only hear his voice and not see him cause he is there to undergo training on how to safeguard the country and no, they do not have internet/webcam access. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that he is so worried about leaving me in Singapore while he is in Thailand just makes my heart ache even more &amp;amp; of course love him even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since he has been to Thailand, i have been having insomnia (you know if you read my previous entry) and bouts of stomachaches. the frequency has been getting higher and i still haven't gotten the reason to that. he knows about all these cause I will send him a lengthy message every night to tell him about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something he told me really touched me deeply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyf: you have the most bubbly personality I've known.. please don't let insomnia and those bad illness get to you and drag you down. I still want the bubbly you and it hurts to see you in pain, being so tired and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the boyf: thank you so much. i miss you so badly, it's driving me crazy. now i understand how my sister and my friends went through, it is very emotionally taxing. not being able to discuss matters with you, not being able to share good or bad news with you immediately and not being able to see you and spend time with you. Over the 24 days, you couldn't contact me for 10 days, not even an sms and while i'm proud that i got through that, i don't want it to repeat itself again (but i know, you have no choice if the defence ministry beckons) just hurry come back safe and sound, that will be all I want from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. hehehehehe.&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-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 more days (technically)&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/3983264740693253176-446845945634837209?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/446845945634837209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=446845945634837209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/446845945634837209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/446845945634837209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/05/ldr-sucks-yes-even-though-it-is-just-24.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-5613973762582933631</id><published>2009-05-08T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:34:24.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stinkiest day ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPaJFzRyRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tfcYh-8GHcU/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333346233447729426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPaJFzRyRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tfcYh-8GHcU/s400/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wait a minute, this can't be stinky! the green green grass of &lt;s&gt;home&lt;/s&gt; somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it look familiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPaIfcmrLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LXtZvdpEWFk/s1600-h/IMG_1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333346223152082098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPaIfcmrLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LXtZvdpEWFk/s400/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How about this picture? it's a huge hint! where on earth can you find such castle-like place in singapore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPaI2Kt2fI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Ino18j8cC8U/s1600-h/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333346229251070450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPaI2Kt2fI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Ino18j8cC8U/s400/IMG_1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with such grand red carpet to welcome you to their place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's none other than Goodwood Park Hotel! I would love for my wedding to be there just so i can walk down the red carpet! LOL! but i doubt they allow it cause thats the main entrance! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyf gave me a prep talk the day before and I wasn't supposed to eat anything till I met him for this little surprise! (i didn't know where we were going yet) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but &lt;p&gt;greedy me, i couldn't not eat for a long time and innocently took 2 BITES from the yam cake i bought for my grandma. just 2 BITES and they were small ones. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went to visit my grandma first (been doing that every Sat) and fed her yam cake. we stayed and chatted with her till 3pm (THANK GOODNESS I ATE SOMETHING) and I was famished to the max. &lt;p&gt;After we left, i kept grumbling about the sun, the heat and the hunger. They do not make the perfect combination you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;insisting on taking the train from boon keng, the boyf had no choice but to comply in order for me not to know the surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;while on the train, i suddenly THOUGHT i knew what the surprise was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: You bringing me go Dian Xiao Er right! Hmmm let's see, i'm sure there is Dian Xiao Er in AMK! (we were changing to the North-South Line) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;boyf: who says i'm bringing you there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: you are lor! cause i want to try the food there and you said you will bring me once you had your pay. i'm so smart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;boyf: thank god for DXE to keep your mind occupied...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt; and he proceeded to ignore me!!!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;we alighted at Orchard MRT and my mind was still wondering which part of Orchard is DXE in... Taka? Paragon? like no leh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;(YES I KNOW, I'M LIKE IN MY OWN WORLD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;we took a long walk to FEP and i thought he was going to bring me to COOL UNCLE for lunch and was like "HUH?!?!??!?!?!?!!!?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;but no, we walked up further till we were at GOODWOOD PARK HOTEL!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was super excited and couldn't stop exclaiming how beautiful the place was and how red the carpet was and you get what i meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought the boyf was going to bring me for a lunch buffet at a hotel but no....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;what he had in mind was better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPcNb3gc7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/0JCvhuiT1yA/s1600-h/photos19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333348507113780146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPcNb3gc7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/0JCvhuiT1yA/s400/photos19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DURIAN FEAST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodwood Park's Deli has this promotion, comprising of Durians and Pastry and what heavenly delight it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyf and I decided to get the Durian Crepe, Durian Cake and Durian Strudel! And you can see from the picture that I was really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decor was amazing and hell! the DURIAN FEAST was AMAZING! Solid durians to make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so, we became the stinkiest couple in that stinkiest day ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB, let's go back there again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5613973762582933631?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5613973762582933631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5613973762582933631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5613973762582933631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5613973762582933631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/05/stinkiest-day-ever.html' title='stinkiest day ever'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SgPaJFzRyRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tfcYh-8GHcU/s72-c/IMG_1858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1692925823126088042</id><published>2009-05-07T14:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:46:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i have dark rings around my eyes</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating this blog as i'm suffering from a bad condition called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GET WOKEN UP FREAKING X AMOUNT OF TIMES EVERY NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "X" is a variable and will change from time to time but it will always be &gt;2. It has been days since I last had a proper goodnight sleep, i reckon since the day the boyf left for Thailand. To add on to my troubled sleep, there has been thunderstorms in the wee hours of the morning, say around 2am, JUST when i was about to fall into a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shallow&lt;/span&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon that, my dog will start going hysterical, knocking and sniffing my door, hoping that I will let him in cause he is AFRAID of thunders. To think he looks like some macho macho guy, barking at every single stranger coming into my house and threatening to attack them if they dare touch a single furniture or take another step forward (he's fierce but you got to be fiercer). Give that dog a small clap of thunder and he will start whimpering like no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up and open my door slightly so he can come in and out of my room as and when he wants to which can be quite disturbing cause my mum wakes up at like 5 - 6am and the light in the living room will spill into my room and TADAAA, there goes my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum will leave the house at 6 plus in the morning and just when i thought i can have a good &lt;s&gt;night&lt;/s&gt; morning sleep, the pet parrot of my neighbour will start singing "Happy Birthday" in the most off-key voice ever and repeatedly till it gets a sore throat or whatever bird flu it can get. If i were to ever hate birthday songs or even celebrating it, i blame it on that bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to my dog, he is also well-known as a horny dog. Even after being cut, he is still very much active in that area. Even thunderstorms can't stop him even though he was SCARED. so i opened my door for him to seek refuge if he needs to. Somehow, he decided that he needed to relieve his sexual urge during the thunderstorm cause in old black and white movies, they usually do it when there is thunder and poof: a baby is out. (my tamagotchi does that too wth) he started humping his pillow lover right in the middle of my open door! @$##&amp;amp;^%$@!~ irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i have enough of ranting about my sleepless nights. i guess there will be a few more thunderstorms according to the weather device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;9 more freaking long days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-1692925823126088042?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1692925823126088042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1692925823126088042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1692925823126088042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1692925823126088042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-been-updating-this-blog-as-im.html' title='why i have dark rings around my eyes'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-3706948239043727326</id><published>2009-04-29T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:38:59.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SffY8njqrZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gJuO4KKpUQw/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SffY8njqrZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gJuO4KKpUQw/s400/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329967219938602386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sometimes, I just cant seem to differentiate what's right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world is totally right and totally wrong, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH, rubbish. I just like the pic that's why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3706948239043727326?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3706948239043727326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3706948239043727326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3706948239043727326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3706948239043727326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-just-cant-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SffY8njqrZI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gJuO4KKpUQw/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-591217165947143471</id><published>2009-04-24T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:22:19.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boyf left for Thailand yesterday &amp;amp; we took some really sweets photos which I will upload when im back home =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I finally knew what Popeye's biscuits taste like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not biscuits at all! more like pastry, dry on the outside, soft on the inside. like a salty and easy-to-crumble bun. so expensive some more! $1.30 for one, so i bought 6 to share with boyf and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf seemed to like it alot though, i simply don't fancy it. I don't like dry stuff =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his trip, i wrote a total of 24 letters, for him to read one each day. I spent a total of 3 days doing it up, each night sleeping at 2am just trying to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside each letter is either a picture of us or me so he can always see my smile and not feel so lonely. :) I wonder how he is reacting to the letters. Didn't managed to take a picture of my work cause I was so tired just trying to finish it. Wanted it to be good for him and I realised, it is very hard to write something for the future. You have to think about what might happen or in my case, what he will be doing on that particular day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a challenge, maybe i can put that in my resume. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i ran out of brain juice &amp;amp; i desperately need a break. bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-591217165947143471?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/591217165947143471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=591217165947143471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/591217165947143471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/591217165947143471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/04/boyf-left-for-thailand-yesterday-we.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-669862424140653089</id><published>2009-04-21T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:25:59.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A death &amp;amp; two hospitalization in the past 2 weeks is enough to throw anything positive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i shall not dwell too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i suppose the "manager" (i guess) at Aston's (Sembawang Shopping Centre branch) TRIED to make me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: any more orders?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, 2 ICE water please.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hot or cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: SPEECHLESS for 5 seconds and literally stared at him&lt;br /&gt;Me: ermm.. ICE water..&lt;br /&gt;Him: (like nothing happened) so cold ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes....... *OHMYGOD* thanks............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously went speechless and could only murmur "ice water" again. He got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad it wasn't april's fool anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-669862424140653089?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/669862424140653089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=669862424140653089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/669862424140653089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/669862424140653089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-two-hospitalization-in-past-2.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-15722827513063069</id><published>2009-04-19T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:56:28.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SeoGPDXtASI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cDX5zupIXFE/s1600-h/Picasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SeoGPDXtASI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cDX5zupIXFE/s400/Picasa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so long ago and we did some real funny stuff that day but I need to ask for approval to post the pics up. ITS SUPER FUNNY LUHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, this post is dedicated to the boyf. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are flying off to thailand this coming thursday already. this time, we won't be able to see each other for 3 weeks, which is the longest ever, considering BMT was only 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry, I will be independent and definitely will take good care of myself. On your side, please take good care and drink more water as the sun is definitely not very kind to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be counting down and soon, you will be back! 21 days to be exact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard to find a boyf who would visit my grandma with me every week and even joke with her even though your hokkien isn't that fluent (yes, me too) even my grandma approves of this boy i have. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma: this one good, this one good (in hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad ah, you got into my grandma's good books pretty quickly! you are the one and only who has gotten her approval!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurry go, hurry come back! I will be picking you up at the airport when you come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 your girlf&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-15722827513063069?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/15722827513063069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=15722827513063069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/15722827513063069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/15722827513063069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-so-long-ago-and-we-did-some.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SeoGPDXtASI/AAAAAAAAAX0/cDX5zupIXFE/s72-c/Picasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2004945549269705326</id><published>2009-04-13T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:23:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;financial woes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100;"&gt;I NEED &lt;u&gt;JOBS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is anyone listening?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2004945549269705326?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2004945549269705326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2004945549269705326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2004945549269705326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2004945549269705326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/04/financial-woes.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-3791926825764441243</id><published>2009-04-08T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:39:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum just read an article on The Newpaper saying that by 2012, there will be a solar storm and Singapore will experience black-out that might last for months or years!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means no sanitary/hygiene cause no light and no whatsoever i cannot remember.. no cars so we will have horses =/ thats what they wrote too. seems like the world will end! cause there also wont be food and clean water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which my mum immediately say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you better hurry ask your boyf to marry you and enjoy life before 2012!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB AH! See that? Hurry come marry me! My mummy don't want me in the house liaoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="576" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=81849508&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=81849508&amp;width=1337" height="576" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/81849508/"&gt;marriage&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://superfabiobros.deviantart.com/"&gt;superfabiobros&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: did i mention that my mum stated one reason why she wanna marry me off fast? she wants to change my room to her walk-in wardrobe! LOL! to think she told me not to marry when i was in Sec sch. ROFLLLLLL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3791926825764441243?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3791926825764441243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3791926825764441243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3791926825764441243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3791926825764441243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mum-just-read-article-on-newpaper.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-6268681672209151306</id><published>2009-04-07T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:44:50.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven been doing much recently as I'm on a "SAVE $$ KACHING" regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after loads of calculations and errors while doing that on Sat =/ i can only spend $7 a day for the rest of the month and that includes my breakfast, lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how i spent and saved the past 3 days up till now.. I realised i'm lucky enough to not spend at all! Except for transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;woke up late and mummy bought lunch for me (so i didn't have to pay! THANKS MOM!)&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at sis's place for BBQ session (again, i didn't have to pay! THANKS JIE!)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;woke up early cause i WAS supposed to have people from Starhub coming to my house for installation.&lt;br /&gt;Ate&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a piece of raisin bread, courtesy of ah boy cause we can only have a free loaf of raisin bread when he finishes 4 LOAVES of plain white bread. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STARHUB DIDN'T COME! #@@^%*^%$#@!!! it's stupid cause they didn't scheduled the appointment for me at all and told me to wait at home. stupid freaking people from the telemarketing company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyway, while waiting.. I cooked pasta from the leftovers I had bought in the past week and had a pasta with asparagus and shitake mushroom in tomato sauce. YUMMYZ. (again.. FREE cause i bought it last week and not this week) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ate the salad that Jie ta-bao(ed) for me from her BBQ session for snack.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;went for dinner with mummy and she paid for my porridge so i saved money again! Hurray for Mummy! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was thinking of staying in office or eating at Tekka market cause food is cheap cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Ming brought us to the hotel along kitchener road (i think) for porridge buffet! He gave us all a treat so i didn't have to pay for lunch! (THANKS MING!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;still thinking of how to settle my dinner though =/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMGGGG, i've been lucky for the past 3 days.. I guess I'll eat maggie noodles tomorrow to save moreeee! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing the boyfriend. :( he is in fieldcamp till Thursday and very soon, he will be going off to SAWADEEKAAAAAA Thailand for 3 weeks! :(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neh mind, another 2 more days. 2 more days...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been through the desert on a horse with no name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It felt good to be out of the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the desert you can remember your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La, la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-6268681672209151306?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6268681672209151306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6268681672209151306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6268681672209151306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6268681672209151306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/04/haven-been-doing-much-recently-as-im-on.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-893205499559157385</id><published>2009-03-24T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:38:00.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Trebuchet MS";  panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink  {color:blue;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed  {color:purple;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;i "koped" this from &lt;a href="http://oviparous.livejournal.com/"&gt;lydia &lt;/a&gt;'s blog cause i thought it was quite interesting! but goodness, it was such a low questionnaire. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch Confessions of a Shopaholic later. Going to a gala premiere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, here is the 100 truths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;7-Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Boyf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Boyf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; March, when boyf and I were reading my old diary and it has some unpleasant stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dated someone twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Been cheated on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nopee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheated someone else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost someone special? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Been depressed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yes, quite badly. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Been drunk and threw up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS: &lt;b&gt;GRRREEEENNNN, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Orange&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b&gt;, Red and Black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made new friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Of course I did. Everyone makes new friends all the time isn’t it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen out of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Not now &amp;amp; I don’t want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Laughed until you cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yes, all the time! I laugh very easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Met someone who changed you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Who else but the boyf. J I’m a much better person now. Super GUAI. *looks at boyfriend*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;you can feel it when you meet someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Found out someone was talking about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I think I have that feeling 24/7. I’m super sensitive and I lack self-esteem. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;No eh, I only give kisses to special people and animals in my life. HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How many people on your friend's list do you know in real life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I only add people whom I know so yea, I know all of them. I don’t like random strangers adding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kids do you want to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Govt’s old policy: Stop at 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any pets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;AH BOY. The ferocious little dog that has earned his reputation &amp;amp; the one everyone around me is afraid of (except for my family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want to change your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Never, I love it too much to change it. MUHAHAHAHAH! (although boyf once told me I look like a michelle do i?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;12. What did you do for your last birthday &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;OMG, I cannot remember.. oh wait! I spent with my family at a Jap Restaurant and drank Jap wine. (niceee) &amp;amp; I remember that my boyf was confined in BMT during that time. :( arghh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What time did you wake up today &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;8 AM. zzz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing at midnight last night &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I was tossing and turning in bed, messaging weird stuff to the boyf. (like Liar liar, neh neh on fire.. ROFL)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name something you CANNOT wait for &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;My boyf to finish his Army and for us to earn big bucks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last time you saw your father &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Erm.. I reckon the last time I met him was during CNY.. WOW, at least 2 months ago..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;17. One thing you wish you could change about your life &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I need to have more confidence. &amp;amp; I wont eat supper (consisting of maggi noodles, canned hotdogs and baked potatoes) during primary sch. I will probably be slim now if not for that.. (*now I’m craving for canned hotdogs..)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Yellow by Coldplay. Boss is playing it in office.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;No, but boyf has a bunk mate whom they call Tommy (totally not his name at all) and I spoke to him before. Counted not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's getting on your nerves right now? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Everything, cause I’m tired. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;21. Most visited webpage &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;GMAIL, my blog &amp;amp; friends’ blogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your name &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cherie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cherie, Ah girl, Xiao Mei, Mei, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Cher&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;, Lion King (last time in sec sch), Elephant, and all the sweet names you can think of by my boyf. LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;3. Relationship Status &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Attached&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Zodiac sign &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Libra/Dragon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Male or female or transgendered &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Female.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Elementary &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Been there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Middle School &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I supposed I’ve done that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;8. High school &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;u1:smarttagtype style="font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/u1:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;u1:smarttagtype style="font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/u1:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;u1:smarttagtype style="font-weight: bold;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/u1:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u2:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u2:view&gt;Normal&lt;u2:zoom&gt;0&lt;u2:punctuationkerning/&gt;     &lt;u2:validateagainstschemas/&gt;     &lt;u2:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;u2:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;u2:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;u2:compatibility&gt;         &lt;u2:breakwrappedtables/&gt;         &lt;u2:snaptogridincell/&gt;         &lt;u2:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;         &lt;u2:useasianbreakrules/&gt;         &lt;u2:dontgrowautofit/&gt;         &lt;u2:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u2:browserlevel&gt;        &lt;/u2:compatibility&gt;       &lt;/u2:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;      &lt;/u2:ignoremixedcontent&gt;     &lt;/u2:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;    &lt;/u2:zoom&gt;   &lt;/u2:view&gt;  &lt;/u2:worddocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u3:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u3:latentstyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;My best school years. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Black (Lovin’ it!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Long or short &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;SHORT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Height &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;158cm sigh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I wanna CRRRUUSSSHHH my boyf. MUHAHAHA. Okay, I have a crush on him… counted?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: What do you like about yourself? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;My fingers, wrists and feet. Muhahahaha! OH! &amp;amp; my eyelids. I have plenty, not just 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Piercings &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;My ears. I wanna pierce more places but the MOTHER doesn’t allow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Tattoos &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Righty or lefty &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Righty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;22. First surgery &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I don’t remember having any!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;12. MUHAHAHAHA. So old right. XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friends &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; Erm, I changed my best friends frequently for the first 7 years of my life that I can’t remember who now. After that, I didn’t believe in best friends anymore. (I’ve been hurt. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. First sport you joined &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Badminton, I went for the “auditions” in primary 3 and got kicked out cause I couldn’t serve the stupid shuttlecock. =/ so paiseh, but counted not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. First pet &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Terrapins!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. First vacation &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;It was either Genting or &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;, I can’t remember.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. First concert &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I think it is grasshoppers! (They are coming again) HAHAHAHA Free tickets from my mum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. First crush &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I know! Some guy in my playgroup. (SO YOUNG OMG) Can’t remember his name, but I knew that I liked him and he liked me. We were always sitting together. LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Nothing now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Water? I just poured myself a cup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I'm about to &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Rub my legs LO&lt;/b&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening to &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Raine talking on the phone to a blogger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Waiting for &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Work to end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Yea, the boyf wants it very badly. &amp;amp; I think it will be cute to form a small family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;YESYESYES OMG. I wanna take wedding pictures. LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Radio Deejay? Host?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or kisses &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hugs!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Taller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Older or Younger &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Older&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Spontaneous? Damnit, I want both for all the questions!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Arms! To lie on. J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sensitive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Relationship. DUH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Trouble maker or hesitant&lt;/span&gt;→&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; I don’t want any… &amp;amp; so, I’m not going to answer. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank hard liquor &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;YEP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; ALWAYS, I changed about 4 glasses in a span of 2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;81. Sex on first date &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;NO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken someone's heart &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; Yea I did. Sorry =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;83. Had your own heart broken &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Yes. Once and I learnt that your heart can really ache. But it’s okay now! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I cry even when an actor dies on screen. What do you think…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Yea, I like my friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;sometimes. Like I said, I have low confidence&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I believe there is. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Yes but it is always not accurate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Kissing on the first date? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hmm, never tried before but I think it’s alright?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Yes &amp;amp; I would like to see them&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I wanna be with a lot of people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Who is it? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I want my complete family and my boyf to be with me..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;HELL NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? &lt;/span&gt;→&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Okayyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-893205499559157385?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/893205499559157385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=893205499559157385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/893205499559157385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/893205499559157385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truths.html' title='100 truths'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-3034909093546929490</id><published>2009-03-23T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:36:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/ScdmOrLhe2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/tRhjDBGVPfA/s1600-h/Recently+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/ScdmOrLhe2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/tRhjDBGVPfA/s400/Recently+Updated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met jiaying to do my nails today :)&lt;br /&gt;she is a striving to be manicurist! LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after 3 hours of spa manicure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have new red nails! THANKS JIAYING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she treated me to lunch and brought me to this amazing pizza place that serves &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PEKING DUCK PIZZA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. OMFG. i'm so gonna bring my mum there. we had this spinach dip to go with nanchos too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, jy and i are back at macs at bras basah doing project work.&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;&amp;amp; gossiping about the people sitting at the next table. (guy with sideburns and squeaky voice girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 cherie&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3034909093546929490?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3034909093546929490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3034909093546929490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3034909093546929490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3034909093546929490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-met-jiaying-to-do-my-nails-today-she.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/ScdmOrLhe2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/tRhjDBGVPfA/s72-c/Recently+Updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2303879610586967873</id><published>2009-03-20T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:08:12.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people like to trim fingernails in macs?</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't get it. In just a span of half hour here in bras basah Macdonalds, I've seen 3 people trimming their nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) two girls who are doing their manicure in macs OMFG what are they thinking?&lt;br /&gt;2) a mum trimming her little boy's nails. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the stompers who like to take pics of all these and post up the net?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to project ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2303879610586967873?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2303879610586967873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2303879610586967873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2303879610586967873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2303879610586967873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-people-like-to-trim-fingernails.html' title='Why do people like to trim fingernails in macs?'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-398549172425492650</id><published>2009-03-15T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:49:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sb0hwONz8BI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SvpmLwSWA5Q/s1600-h/photos18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sb0hwONz8BI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SvpmLwSWA5Q/s400/photos18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally chopped off the locks i had for 3 years. (bout there XD luh)&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i'm always doing this! leaving my hair long and suddenly chopping it off without warning. and my long hair always seems to last about 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what i remembered of long hair turn short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pri 6 - Year 2000&lt;br /&gt;2) Sec 3 - Year 2003&lt;br /&gt;3) Poly year 2 - Year 2006&lt;br /&gt;4) NOW! - Year 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! i neh bluff you! such a coincidence right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the hairstyle change already, no more straight bangs but side swept fringe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the after post, courtesy of me &amp;amp; boyf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sb0i07olRhI/AAAAAAAAAXk/R9UXZjeeFk0/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441428123502098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sb0i07olRhI/AAAAAAAAAXk/R9UXZjeeFk0/s400/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sb0izxxIlPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TKprVWXTnF0/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313441408295146738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sb0izxxIlPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TKprVWXTnF0/s400/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;you may ignore the oily nose of mine. =/ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3983264740693253176-398549172425492650?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/398549172425492650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=398549172425492650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/398549172425492650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/398549172425492650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/muhahaha-i-finally-chopped-off-locks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sb0hwONz8BI/AAAAAAAAAXU/SvpmLwSWA5Q/s72-c/photos18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-9124386913524634073</id><published>2009-03-13T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:19:14.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbogbeJG2II/AAAAAAAAAWc/bwk7lI6pPnc/s1600-h/photos15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312594366756739202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbogbeJG2II/AAAAAAAAAWc/bwk7lI6pPnc/s400/photos15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i blog about all the recent events with my short hair, i will blog about the haw par villa experience!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to revisit the place since i dont know when! the last time i went was when they still had a boat ride or some sort, think i was in pri school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visited the ten courts of hell but didn't take any pictures there cause it was quite scary. and we were all so busy reading what will happen to us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but before that, the boyf saw this really cute sight! amongst all the "fake animals", there was a real one that was trying to hide! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super cute kitten! i wonder where its mummy is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbogcGIZsNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/r_iYEfmQFRg/s1600-h/IMG_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312594377491198162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbogcGIZsNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/r_iYEfmQFRg/s400/IMG_1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sbogb-BCkdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KJsuX6wAluk/s1600-h/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312594375312839122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sbogb-BCkdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KJsuX6wAluk/s400/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see it hiding behind the scary looking rabbit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; after that, i decided to fly over to New York to see the statue of liberty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sbogbu2L55I/AAAAAAAAAWk/0MhvpFIZklA/s1600-h/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312594371240781714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/Sbogbu2L55I/AAAAAAAAAWk/0MhvpFIZklA/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhahahaha! i have no idea why they have the statue there!! so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to West Coast Plaza to see see look look and boyf saw this pair of glasses that he really liked! but we decided to hop over to town to see if we can find more designs for that brand and ended up in Marina Square &amp;amp; Suntec City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught the one piece toy for the boyf to thank him for catching so many things for me. :) but its so small compared to those he caught for me =/ sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbojBGokXII/AAAAAAAAAW8/odTdyGme8R4/s1600-h/photos16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312597212304530562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbojBGokXII/AAAAAAAAAW8/odTdyGme8R4/s400/photos16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he likes it alot! and it's a LION (his "nickname", well sorta) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, we went Suntec and chanced upon this stall that sells chilli that is worse than our chilli padi! tried the most powerful one and omgoodness, i couldn't feel my tongue!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought this for my family cause we are such big spicy eaters and i think this taste damn good with garlic! LOL! and funny pic on the bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's some ring of fire and some red genie spitting fire! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbokagOhzkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8jbADOmGOjc/s1600-h/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312598748182990402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbokagOhzkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8jbADOmGOjc/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; to end off this post with my super strong niece! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;she was trying to stretch the belt for me. look at her silly hair! simply the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you paige! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbokaianTDI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cxch786-LB8/s1600-h/photos17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312598748770552882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbokaianTDI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cxch786-LB8/s400/photos17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-9124386913524634073?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/9124386913524634073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=9124386913524634073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/9124386913524634073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/9124386913524634073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-i-blog-about-all-recent-events.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SbogbeJG2II/AAAAAAAAAWc/bwk7lI6pPnc/s72-c/photos15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-7409861037786319360</id><published>2009-03-10T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:51:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the boyf is going for his 32km march very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say, in another 2-3 more hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pray that it doesn't rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be river crossing and if it rains, boy... those poor army boys will be shivering BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down to Wed~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-7409861037786319360?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/7409861037786319360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=7409861037786319360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/7409861037786319360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/7409861037786319360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/boyf-is-going-for-his-32km-march-very.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-3982976634760290491</id><published>2009-03-09T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:45:15.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the boyf and i had a wonderful time yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday: some SPH concert at marina bay floating platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: peranakan museum + lovin' at Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to update but i'm too tired to wait for the photos to be uploaded. shall wait til i have more energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i think im going for a full body wax. =/ keeping my fingers cross!!&lt;br /&gt;i think it wil hurt. *ouchhhh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3982976634760290491?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3982976634760290491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3982976634760290491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3982976634760290491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3982976634760290491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/boyf-and-i-had-wonderful-time-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-4316868875242804242</id><published>2009-03-06T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:46:56.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my skin is getting from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay lah" &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"omg, what is going on" &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay, i need help". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit, what is going on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my sleepless nights contributing to my dark eye rings + eye bags, it's hard to go out without putting concealer. oh ya, even my concealer is not working anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, i caught Marley and Me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tearjerker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it weird that it seems like all the guys are avoiding this show. The boyfriend doesn't want to watch it. He doesn't mind watching "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's just not that into you"&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; just yesterday, i found out that my bro-in-law doesn't want to watch it too and that Uncle Nic is avoiding the show too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that leaves me, mummy and sissy to catch the show along with the two young girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the movie, this couple sitting in front of us is also going through the same thing. the guy kept leaving the movie hall to answer a phonecall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not twice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not thrice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING 6 times throughout the movie. &amp;amp; since the movie was 2 hours long, that was like leaving the movie every 20 mins!&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;Bet he didn't wanna be caught sobbing away by his girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-4316868875242804242?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4316868875242804242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4316868875242804242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4316868875242804242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4316868875242804242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-skin-is-getting-from-okay-lah-to-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-8064538679726039568</id><published>2009-03-05T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:10:12.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO IN SINGAPORE IF YOU HAVE LIVED HERE FOR YEARS AND WHEN YOU ARE ON A TIGHT BUDGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe cause we exhaust pretty much of Singapore's tourist attractions already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birdpark &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoo &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science centre &lt;em&gt;check &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night safari &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinatown, little india, arab street &lt;em&gt;check &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa &lt;em&gt;check check check &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town &lt;em&gt;check 100000000000000000000 times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downtown east &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivocity &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jurong point &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marina barrage &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the museums in Singapore &lt;em&gt;check &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haw par villa &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach &lt;em&gt;check (we even cycled from ECP to no idea where.. i think pasir ris)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, you get the drift. we have been to everywhere in our 2 years 7 months of courtship. ommmggg, what are we going to do for the rest of our lives?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent 2 hours researching on where we could go. Even some "farmart.com.sg" place seemed like the one he brought me to before. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is singapore really that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up in forums on topics like "how to lose weight?" and "how to get rid of tummy fat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody save me...!!! i have no idea where we can go on SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i want it to be super unforgettable (not that the rest are forgettable) and enjoyable. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a side note: i signed up for pilates intermediate. woohoo! every sat morning 10am. here i come to a fitter me! i've decided to use the gym at my CC too. (even though it looks creepy, like those American old gyms and it is v expensive. $4 for guests and $2 for Passion card holder.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i proudly proclaim to the world.. that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a Passion Card Holder. Starting from today.. till 3 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH. this is how bored I am. plus, i'm tired. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-8064538679726039568?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8064538679726039568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8064538679726039568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8064538679726039568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8064538679726039568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-absolutely-nothing-to-do-in.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-3004741156755148752</id><published>2009-03-03T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:41:57.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Not So Secret Lives" Ending</title><content type='html'>In case you don't know, I've been reading this blog &amp;amp; i must say, it is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i read it, i realised that Trey does reflect some characteristics of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boyf&lt;/span&gt; and I think back about our dating times when i read Jesse's blog. (altogether now: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boyf&lt;/span&gt; has always been my pillar of strength even in cases which he felt strongly against or doesn't feel the need to be involved, just like how Trey was there for Jesse during the whole Queen E's AIDS saga. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AAHHH&lt;/span&gt;, i miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boyf&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; thought of an ending to this story, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; write from Jesse's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ptv&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't care about whether Ellie lied to me or whether she was two-timing. She needs my support and if i were to judge her any further, what kind of friend would I be then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want her to be fine &amp;amp; healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So three days back, we went back to the clinic for the final testing. Again, Ellie was not in good shape. Frizzy hair (covered with a cap), puffy red eyes and t-shirt-jeans combination which I thought I would never ever see her in, in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the agony of waiting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; will ever understand this unless you were in our shoes. The wait was insanely long, longer than the previous session. Perhaps this was because we knew that this was the decision moment. Does she or does she not have HIV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I CANNOT WAIT ANY LONGER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ewrioeuaoiyruioqruityseuoi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SUXHH&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;--- that was what went through my mind the entire time i was there, awaiting for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Ellie's number was called and she went in for the results (YET AGAIN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like the past experience (read: 24 Feb) Like before, she came out without smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you alright?&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: I... I... have no idea what to say right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I gave her a good, tight hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: I'm tested...&lt;br /&gt;Me: holding her as tight as i can&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: NEGATIVE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cheeky friend of mine had the nerve to trick me even at this moment! But i was glad, Ellie was back to her usual self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called Trey to tell him the good news and we arranged to meet later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: Do you want to go clubbing to celebrate today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you serious...?&lt;br /&gt;Ellie: Hell NO! I'm going to tell Cameron about the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, my best friend Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------Later that day---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey and I met and we just cuddled on my sofa, listening to random music from the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us made a decision. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We were going to wait till we were going to formally be together (IE: engaged or married) before we will "do-it". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, during the meantime, we will definitely not "do-it" with anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why even attempt to scare yourself with AIDS or even pregnancy at the peak of my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only 18, and we have a long way to go. As much as I would like to be with him forever, I have to be realistic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; knows what is going to happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me to tell me that she and Cameron are back together. This whole AIDS saga taught them a lesson and brought them closer than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She totally learned her lesson about being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;promiscuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;. Condoms may help, but they don't help you ease the anxiety. Remember, they can only protect you as much as 99.9% (Or is it 99%). Oh well, you get my drift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a month (or two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should start questioning Ellie about her two-timing now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------END----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhahahaha, what do you think of my skills? Think my writing has detoriated man. It's been a long time since I last wrote a narrative story but oh well, at least I remembered that all my stories must end with a happy ending. (I HATE SAD ENDINGS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here is their blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Get involved with Jesse and Trey today @ &lt;strong&gt;www.notsosecretlives.com&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3004741156755148752?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3004741156755148752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3004741156755148752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3004741156755148752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3004741156755148752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-not-so-secret-lives-ending.html' title='&quot;My Not So Secret Lives&quot; Ending'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-1245916004286460997</id><published>2009-03-02T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:42:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mon, Tues, Wed &amp;amp; Fri -&gt; SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat -&gt; Haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there goes my hair, i kept it for 2 and a half years. byebyeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hairstylist kept my hair to do dyeing experience with it, weird right. but she was super excited and immediately chopped my hair off in less than a second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, hair reviews have been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF: LOVE IT! (he was the one who told me I should get a haircut. heh. Thanks bb!)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You look fresher, good that you cut it!&lt;br /&gt;Sis: You look cute! Now you look younger than me&lt;br /&gt;(erm, duh! you are the older sis lor, of course i have to look younger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to see my groupmates reaction later today and my colleagues' reaction tomorrow! WOOHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-1245916004286460997?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1245916004286460997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1245916004286460997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1245916004286460997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1245916004286460997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/03/mon-tues-wed-fri-school.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-9220399531060747760</id><published>2009-02-18T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:50:38.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>她來聽我的演唱會　在十七歲的初戀　第一次約會男孩為了她徹夜排隊　半年的積蓄　買了門票一對我唱得她心醉　我唱得她心碎　三年的感情　一封信就要收回她記得月台汽笛聲聲在摧　播我的歌陪著人們流淚　嘿　陪人們流淚她來聽我的演唱會　在二十五歲戀愛　是風光明媚男朋友背著她送人玫瑰　她不聽電話　夜夜聽歌不睡我唱得她心醉　我唱得她心碎　成年人分手後都像無所謂和朋友一起買醉卡拉ＯＫ　唱我的歌陪著畫面流淚　嘿　陪著流眼淚我唱得她心醉　我唱得她心碎　在三十三歲真愛那麼珍貴年輕的女孩求她讓一讓位　讓男人決定跟誰遠走高飛　嘿　誰在遠走高飛我唱得她心醉　我唱得她心碎　她努力不讓自己看來很累歲月在聽我們唱無怨無悔　在掌聲裡唱到自己流淚　嘿　唱到自己流淚她來聽我的演唱會　在四十歲後聽歌的女人很美小孩在問她為什麼流淚　身邊的男人　早已漸漸入睡她靜靜聽著　我們的演唱會&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. i love this song. i wanna buy his album now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i would love to go to his concert if i ever have the cash. =/ think it is very expensive lor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-9220399531060747760?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/9220399531060747760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=9220399531060747760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/9220399531060747760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/9220399531060747760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-2606287501053449928</id><published>2009-02-10T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:23:22.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prances around the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got another DISTINCTION for my module! so far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; completed 3, have 2 distinction and awaiting results for the other one, which is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indonesia&lt;/span&gt; topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a little worried about that cause we completely didn't touch on playboy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;indonesia&lt;/span&gt;. *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, recently went for another back massage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; style. the masseuse told me that my lower back and hips are seriously bad for a 21 yr old girl. i apparently was told that when i sit and walk, i put a lot of weight on my right butt and right side which caused it to be ultra stiff. (AND THAT'S BAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders and knees were also a goner. my knees was all thanks to a secondary classmate who tripped me when i was running ( you know who you are) and there goes my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told that i cannot do vigorous exercise, not even running. i can only do light jogging or brisk walking. no high impact exercise at all. i can do swimming but it must be leisure kind as swimming hurts your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told the boyfriend everything and he was worried sick. he lectured me about my posture. (i have no table and chairs in my room for me to do my work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; usually lying on the bed and doing work) and we made a pact! from now on, we are going to eat healthy! and if possible, he will do sports with me. i, on the other hand, have to watch my posture. (checking posture, good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy when you walk and you feel your back hurting. sigh, i feel so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i was really feeling the pain. i woke up at 2.45pm as i slept at about 4am-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;insomnia&lt;/span&gt;) so i walked to shunfu mart for my brunch. shufu mart was closed due to cleaning. (WTF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i walked all the way to sin ming road, about another 10 - 15 mins more in the h0t sun thinking i have enough money in my wallet. it was unti i ordered my food and opened my wallet, i'm short of 85 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!! @%&amp;amp;^%$#@#$%^&amp;amp;%$#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearest atm was back at shunfu mart. okay fine, i walked all the way back to shunfu mart (which is friggin near my house) and withdraw money and WALKED BACK to sin ming road coffeeshop to buy my food. after collecting and grumbling to myself on how they should build more atms around since this whole neighbourhood is a foodie place, i procceeded to buy myself a cold drink to drink and walk under the sun. bought apple with aloe vera juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, as i was walking back, just outside this building that houses the famous ice cream shop, i dropped my drink and it spilled all over me. (yea, what now right?) so i entered the building and ask the guard very politely if there is a toilet for me to wash my hands cause it was sticky all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid no kindness guard: "no, don't have"&lt;br /&gt;me: "not even a toilet? i just need to wash my hands." *looks pitiful*&lt;br /&gt;stupid no kindness guard: "no, you cannot use. you are outsider"&lt;br /&gt;me: ":("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so mad!! why can't he just allow me to wash. fine, i walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by then, i was already very angry at myself for creating so much trouble and hot tears started to roll down my cheeks. wanted to call the boyf then but he was busy in camp. limped all the way home in that sticky mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I took 1 frigging hour to buy my lunch when it could have been done in 15 mins or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally ate my so called lunch at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to eat my lunch now! this time, someone bought for me *thank goodness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2606287501053449928?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2606287501053449928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2606287501053449928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2606287501053449928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2606287501053449928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-prances-around-room-i-got-another.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1986685268481094165</id><published>2009-02-07T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:09:11.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so bored. there is nothing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; that interests me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no choice but to blog. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently went to sing k with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lydia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt;, at this really cheap place that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to share unless you have the privilege to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me fill you in on the place,&lt;br /&gt;1) it is clean (DUH) as clean as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;partyworld&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kbox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) you don't have to purchase compulsory tidbits like how the rest will force on you&lt;br /&gt;3) they have really nice cushions and clean seats. SPOTLESS. &amp;amp; no tears (maybe not yet)&lt;br /&gt;4) it is so centralised! it's in town and for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt; in town to be so cheap, you ought to smack yourself in the forehead and ask why didn't you discover it sooner&lt;br /&gt;5) if you are their member, you get to stay as long as you want in the room.&lt;br /&gt;6) they have disco lights!&lt;br /&gt;7) their songs are quite up to date! i can find all the songs i want, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not sure about you&lt;br /&gt;8) you can buy food in to eat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;9) no, it is not top one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt; i bet you are DYING to know where, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying.&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 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; seriously not telling. but i only spent $14.60 from 7 - 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mn&lt;/span&gt; and i could have stayed longer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;muhahahah&lt;/span&gt;, one free drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the HIGHEST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt; session in my life (up till now) with that 2 crazy girls. we danced on the couches and sang our hearts out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are the videos that you can entertain yourself with when you are free. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lazy to upload pics man. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay i changed my mind on uploading all the videos. just uploading one already had the power to kill me. freaking slow. half hour went past and still it wasn't uploaded so i cancelled it. argh. wait till i get the green light from the two girls, then i'll upload it on youtube. it will be so much faster omgggg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went for a half hour shoulder and back massage today. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;masseuse&lt;/span&gt; told me i had "wind" on my right side and she tried her best to massage it out. now when i rub my back, it aches from all the rubbing. but i think it should do me good. i shall paste my salonpas (tsu) soon.  boyf not here now so he can't paste for me. i wonder if i can do it. =/ i'm going to look oh-so comical. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-1986685268481094165?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1986685268481094165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1986685268481094165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1986685268481094165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1986685268481094165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-3316202347646662028</id><published>2009-02-02T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:56:08.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.com/bloggalicious/quizzies/pocky/pockyquiz.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j284/faerieberry/capcap.gif" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what flavor pocky are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffaed7;"&gt;[c] sugardew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia told me to take a pocky test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i'm too TRENDY to be a pocky. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; BACKGROUND: black; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #333333 1px solid; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #aaaaaa; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Your rainbow is intensely shaded&lt;b&gt; yellow, green, and red.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: #c66a00"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: #c6a200"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: #c6bf00"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: #71b300"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: #719d55"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: #716a55"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND: #aa6a55"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is says about you: You are a joyful person. You feel strong ties to nature and your mood changes with its cycles. Those around you admire your fresh outlook and vitality. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/rainbow"&gt;Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia thinks this is very true about me too and we dug out the history to find this link.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh, what project does to you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE ARE HIGH ON DEPRIVED SLEEP! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3316202347646662028?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3316202347646662028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3316202347646662028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3316202347646662028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3316202347646662028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-flavor-pocky-are-you-c-sugardew.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-4025388476309659802</id><published>2009-02-02T06:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:07:30.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been doing my project till now. no break since 7pm. amazing ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lydia and i haven't finished yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to submit the project in another 11 hours time and no kidding, we are still short of many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank 4 big bowls of soup (YUM), courtesy of lyd's mum and lyd ate countless slices of duck meat, a bowl of soup, a lollipop and some random stuff i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, we are both going to gain like 1345654321kg after this project, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we heard the last bus making its way to the interchange and before we knew it, the first bus of the day had arrived. we saw the sun set, now we are waiting for the sun to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyf is already on his way to tekong for field camp, oh how i miss him ever so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. can someone please help me out on this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;What has been the impact of media liberalization on the print media industry in post-Soeharto Indonesia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have very bad eye bags and i'm not happy about it. i look panda-ier than a panda.&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/3983264740693253176-4025388476309659802?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4025388476309659802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4025388476309659802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4025388476309659802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4025388476309659802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-doing-my-project-till-now.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-2883310696525438878</id><published>2009-01-31T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:02:34.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night, my mind will wander off to different things and places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is my boyfriend doing okay..?&lt;br /&gt;- how is my project coming along..?&lt;br /&gt;- do i have enough money..?&lt;br /&gt;- when should i start work..?&lt;br /&gt;- will i get what i want and fought hard for..?&lt;br /&gt;- how much weight did i gained today..?&lt;br /&gt;- what am i supposed to do tomorrow..?&lt;br /&gt;- what will my future be like..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result, i can only officially sleep at like 4am plus onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead beat. tired but unable to sleep. shite man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so now, as i'm typing this, i'm having a headache and still, i can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only fall asleep in cars and buses! i think SGP should bring caravans in. i'll buy one immediately for a good night sleep! baaahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: bride wars aint that fantastic. arghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2883310696525438878?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2883310696525438878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2883310696525438878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2883310696525438878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2883310696525438878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-6712181080906516605</id><published>2009-01-31T02:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:51:37.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNB7nVC21I/AAAAAAAAAVU/BX9Hzg-4IAg/s1600-h/photos10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNB7nVC21I/AAAAAAAAAVU/BX9Hzg-4IAg/s400/photos10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm too in love with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from xian's house for our clubbies reunion steamboat. shall wait for the pics from cy before blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about i blog about cny! it came fast and ended fast. k, maybe it hasn't end yet but the festive spirit wasn't there in the first place already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297152103983755090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNDxecqL1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Yh5XKIbN9SA/s400/photos11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;early reunion dinner as usual &amp;amp; every year the same thoughts will surface in my head. when can i truely get a family reunion..? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;food was quite disappointing but we had fun being together! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CNY DAY ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;went around with the boyf. he brought me to his family side to &lt;em&gt;bai nian&lt;/em&gt;. I met him at his house and &lt;em&gt;bai nian&lt;/em&gt; to his family first before we headed off to his aunt's place. had lunch there and played rockband with his cousin. had so much fun there! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;we walked to the temple nearby to pray to his ancestors and hopped onto a cab down to his big aunt's house! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297154060097094066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNFjVibAbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/e3nwSeLUAaU/s400/photos12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;his aunt has a beagle. super cute and friendly! but due to its barking, quite a number of people were afraid of it. but it is so friendly!! brought it up for a walk and i was being controlled by it! (sadly, the pic i took with it was super ugly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LALALALALA, i collected quite a number of &lt;em&gt;ang pows&lt;/em&gt; fom his side! teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY DAY TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the usual, at my second uncle's place. see my cute little nieces in their tradional costume!! super cute right! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297156130705484722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNHb3J7q7I/AAAAAAAAAVs/0D6LUki4YEg/s400/photos13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;didn't take much pictures since we were all doing the usual. didn't have the mood to gamble this year so i didn't lose any money, which was good i suppose? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CNY DAY THREE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a meet up with daddy &amp;amp; grandma!! :D hiak hiak! so happy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157996616905394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNJIeN4crI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TQtA2s2VONo/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ready to leave the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157991658098562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNJILvnD4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/xdsuDSCnRac/s400/IMG_1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;raeanne taking the "bus" and is very excited about it! LOL! so cute right!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157997531243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNJIhn4JII/AAAAAAAAAWU/2PTbmEybUTU/s400/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157994311048546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNJIVoH3WI/AAAAAAAAAWM/G4XWmxGhFGA/s400/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my grandma! can i just say that i super love paige in this picture. the sweetest smile i've ever seen! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297157961334800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNJGax-P_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/PVXlI5H8omw/s400/photos14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;took a quick bite with daddy at thai express. the two girls instantly "clicked" with their grandpa! went to the arcade and we caught some toys for the girls. both of them were so excited! :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh, i &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there you are! here is my 3 whole days of my cny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday was spent doing project till 3am. omggg and now i'm hooked on the late night shows on channel 5 - Samantha Who &amp;amp; Closer to Home ( i think... some crime show. super interesting) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalala, the show will end at 3pm. I need to meet my boy at 1pm tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-6712181080906516605?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6712181080906516605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6712181080906516605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6712181080906516605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6712181080906516605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-im-too-in-love-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SYNB7nVC21I/AAAAAAAAAVU/BX9Hzg-4IAg/s72-c/photos10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8591134712594465334</id><published>2009-01-24T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:30:50.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXoM115iSZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R2ieMnHVKL4/s1600-h/photos9.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXoM115iSZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R2ieMnHVKL4/s400/photos9.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee, do i still need to mention who this post is dedicated to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie, you are the most enduring young lady i've ever seen. although your responsibilities came a little too early for you, you accepted it and up till now, i think you did a great job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two little girls are wonderful and precious to you and to our whole family. i see you struggle to give your very best to them. &amp; i believe you did. :) they will grow up to be fine young ladies in this society! i'm sure!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great shopping with you the other day. it seemed like ages ago since we had this kind of outing. maybe rae was a little of a distraction (lol) but nonetheless, it was fun! i hope we could do this again. you have no idea how much i longed to shop with you before the two girls came out to this world. but i guess i still was too young and immature to be shopping with a big sister like you. =/ (plus i really had like bad fashion taste. lol) i believe the two girls brought us closer, do you think so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay strong and you will enjoy life very soon once the two girls grow up! (which will be fast!) then me and you can go enjoy our tai tai life together! HOHO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should come up with a list that we should do together. hmm, we can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) DIY Facial @ home&lt;br /&gt;2) Shopping spree (online and offline) &lt;br /&gt;3) DVD + popcorn session (paige can join us) &lt;br /&gt;4) Exercise session! (i hope we can do this together but i have no idea how the 2 girls will come in here) &lt;br /&gt;5) Swimming!! (Rae can use her sister's float or something) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you on or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE. Love you sis. Noone can ever replace you as a sister. (how corny!) I like how we are so close even though we had many quarrels (&amp; door slamming) in the past. The talks we have when you stayover is splendid. It was insightful and i trust that i can keep my secrets with you and share everything i want to with you. you can put that trust on me too. i hardly remember the time we quarrelled already! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next stayover - sat night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 your little sis, the troublemaker.&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-8591134712594465334?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8591134712594465334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8591134712594465334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8591134712594465334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8591134712594465334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/01/heehee-do-i-still-need-to-mention-who_24.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXoM115iSZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R2ieMnHVKL4/s72-c/photos9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-7056636865188312545</id><published>2009-01-21T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:28:18.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD_nvE0jI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IdoU2j768Aw/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293422803553669682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD_nvE0jI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IdoU2j768Aw/s400/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helloo sleepyheads! let me introduce my little dog, the infamous AH BOY (we love calling him that). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this sleepy head here is turning 11 this month (his birthday is on the 29th) and he has been sleeping almost every single time i see him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD_d3Zt4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9181ClsYZKY/s1600-h/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293422800904238978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD_d3Zt4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9181ClsYZKY/s400/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i couldn't resist taking a few pics of him. he is just too cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, another cute person in my life, is my boyf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD_PP2wPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Y2lkR1XKhQE/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293422796980273394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD_PP2wPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Y2lkR1XKhQE/s400/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on our way to aiting's birthday party. each time i whip out my camera in crowded places, he will start his mumbling about how embarassing it is to take a photo with so many people staring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD-8IS13I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ceBa_Ax7y2I/s1600-h/IMG_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293422791848286066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD-8IS13I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ceBa_Ax7y2I/s400/IMG_1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but somehow, i will force him to take pretty pictures with me, all by just using a pout. muhahahhaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD-qBfL9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/7yXdYG3s02Y/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293422786987896786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD-qBfL9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/7yXdYG3s02Y/s400/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT - 17 Dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had class from 9am - 5pm. was dead tired cause i had to listen to everyone's presentation and was stoning half the time. it didn't help that i was getting irritated easily due to my period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf was supposed to fetch me after class but he couldn't make it in time so i went down to heerens to meet him. was rather upset that i still had to wait after arriving so my face was SUPER black when he met me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he tried cheering me up a little and ya lah, it worked. plus.. he had a surprise planned without me knowing! &amp;amp; i actually helped him with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- we went to cineleisure after meeting up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf: eh, let's go back to heerens or something.&lt;br /&gt;cher: erm, okay lor.&lt;br /&gt;---- we walked to heerens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf: let's go HMV, i feel like buying some CDs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- spent more than an hour there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf: okokay, let's go. can't seem to find any good albums. &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cher: hmm, you wanna go queen couture? see your tees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf: don't want lah, that brand doesn't have any really nice tees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cher: ohhookayy, was thinking of looking at tokidoki stuff.. but nevermind, let's go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf: see for what, no need see lah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- starts digging his bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf: you got already what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cher: *SCREAMSSSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYGI_PF5xI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DKOg3mzGoDI/s1600-h/photos8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293425163504051986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYGI_PF5xI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DKOg3mzGoDI/s400/photos8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sweet boyf rushed to buy this tokidoki necklace for me! i've been eyeing it for months and months but didn't get it cause i thought it was really expensive! $69 for a necklace? you must be kidding! but that silly boy went to buy despite having a low allowance from army. :D &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he couldn't stop laughing at the fact that i helped him with the surprise! hahahah. i like it so so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw tokidoki shoes in paragon. $199. omfg. i wanna get it but it is too ex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYGIRhgBDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sBDSiQa7rH4/s1600-h/photos7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293425151233229874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYGIRhgBDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/sBDSiQa7rH4/s400/photos7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he decided he wants to treat me to dinner too and we went to shokudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lydia just told me today that shokudo means canteen in Japanese! lol. the food was good. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hearts the boyf to bits. he is in field camp now, hope he is doing okay =/ 3 more days to hearing his voice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-7056636865188312545?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/7056636865188312545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=7056636865188312545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/7056636865188312545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/7056636865188312545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloo-sleepyheads-let-me-introduce-my.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SXYD_nvE0jI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IdoU2j768Aw/s72-c/IMG_1336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-4347688359086745234</id><published>2009-01-15T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:45:13.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to lose weight ahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around me are either getting thinner or i'm getting bigger in comparison. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop eating so i guess the only way is to exercise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chants: need to get my fat arse to gym, need to get my fat arse to gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, why is it so hard to start exercisin again? CNY is coming and i can't afford to look my fattest! (going to a new family gathering this year, thus the pressure i'm placing on myself. =/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose weight lose weight. okay cherie, you have about 10 days left and to think you are going to have reunion dinner ( which = added weight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please encourage me =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-4347688359086745234?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4347688359086745234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4347688359086745234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4347688359086745234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4347688359086745234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-lose-weight-ahhh-people.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-4216340795848621028</id><published>2009-01-15T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:39:50.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SW7aND5WYDI/AAAAAAAAATo/M_BYnzs8n5Q/s1600-h/photos5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SW7aND5WYDI/AAAAAAAAATo/M_BYnzs8n5Q/s320/photos5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas celebration with the primary mates!&lt;br /&gt;omgg, this is like way back last year (technically last month) but the pictures were too nice to leave it out of my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;We scooted over to cher's place and started gift exchanging.&lt;br /&gt;cher made us cupcakes, sam made the little clipboard for our tiny notes.&lt;br /&gt;i got for cher a clinque lipstick, sam M.A.C mascara and Fox Polo Tee for Bear.&lt;br /&gt;yes, bear didnt get anything for us!!! stupid guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SW7aNlHY8fI/AAAAAAAAATw/4Iy1OFZwL-k/s1600-h/photos6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SW7aNlHY8fI/AAAAAAAAATw/4Iy1OFZwL-k/s320/photos6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We decided to play a game of twister (after i tried persuading them since 2 yrs ago) after our wii raving rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what i discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bear likes to make things difficult for himself&lt;br /&gt;2. Sam is really long (something all of us confirmed each time we saw her)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chern Haw likes to see us being confused (by reading out instructions as fast as a machine gun and laughing non-stop while we tried to remember)&lt;br /&gt;4. My boyf is good at twister!&lt;br /&gt;5. I have slippery feet cause i kept slipping off the mat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 tralalala. suddenly blogging is so fun when i can make the pics look so nice. lol&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-4216340795848621028?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4216340795848621028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4216340795848621028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4216340795848621028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4216340795848621028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-celebration-with-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SW7aND5WYDI/AAAAAAAAATo/M_BYnzs8n5Q/s72-c/photos5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-6259865900969301864</id><published>2009-01-13T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:44:21.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWw6Kjfmd5I/AAAAAAAAATA/2bO6LPHUHIg/s1600-h/photos4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWw6Kjfmd5I/AAAAAAAAATA/2bO6LPHUHIg/s320/photos4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong point had been our latest hang out place. The first few months (during his BMT), our hang out place has always been Tampines Mall. Sigh, from one end to other! we are really leaving the comfort of our homes (central) and going to the two ends of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried LaiLai (i kept teasing him, saying that he owns the place and he happily acknowledged it gamely.) and the food was not too bad! Big big portions for reasonable prices! staff were quite polite too. only thing that i didn't like was the green tea. It was tasteless and along with pearls that are usually quite tasteless.. the whole taste was.. THERE WAS SIMPLY NO TASTE! i'll try the milk tea the next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, i'll be there every weekend. holler if you see me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cherie &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-6259865900969301864?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6259865900969301864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6259865900969301864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6259865900969301864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6259865900969301864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/01/jurong-point-had-been-our-latest-hang.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWw6Kjfmd5I/AAAAAAAAATA/2bO6LPHUHIg/s72-c/photos4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-6559447384894768433</id><published>2009-01-13T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:35:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post was supposed to be up ages ago but somehow, i couldn't find the time to blog! (yes, even though i'm taking a break from work, i still have school!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Boyf and i decided to go down to the marina barrage to find out how our the new dam built will help our country! teehee, how educational! &amp;amp; indeed it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Took a shuttle bus from Marina Bay train station and we started cam-whoring. (okay maybe only me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWwwFqV0kEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rV3gdPFpkZk/s1600-h/photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWwwFqV0kEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rV3gdPFpkZk/s320/photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;the shuttle bus wait was a rough 15 mins and it quickly brought us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;took quite alot of pictures there, both under the hot sun and in the exhibition itself. i feel like a kuku, wearing tube dress there. ( i was going for mao's 21st after that and his theme was glam, thus the whole dressing up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290691821137718914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWxQLhb6boI/AAAAAAAAATI/lYz7zwle4Pg/s320/photos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we headed over to mao's party after that &amp;amp; had our little clubbies x'mas exchange! everyone seemed pretty happy with their gifts! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290692609727508514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWxQ5bKXsCI/AAAAAAAAATY/LWg_oRusAKI/s320/photos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; here is to mao's party! the whole group who went for his party. :) i guess the same group will be meeting up pretty often with all the 21st we will be invited to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290694006805804706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWxSKvrytqI/AAAAAAAAATg/tpFOGLwes14/s320/photos3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;will update soon! project beckons now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-cherie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-6559447384894768433?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6559447384894768433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6559447384894768433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6559447384894768433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6559447384894768433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-post-was-supposed-to-be-up-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SWwwFqV0kEI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rV3gdPFpkZk/s72-c/photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-6525194168844630370</id><published>2008-12-31T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:00:06.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i man tai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played mahjong at cy's place earlier this morning.. and i meant like whole morning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from 12am - 5am leh!! 5 hours for one round! CAN DIE LOR!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like the biggest loser, damnit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least I have a MAN TAI! k la, not very impressive..but for a noob like me, not bad leh! FIRST TIME YOU KNOW YOU KNOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SVr6snZh9ZI/AAAAAAAAASY/wVg_5bsJXUQ/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285812757069952402" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE SEE! NEH BLUFF YOU! Teehee, i might be addicted to MJ liao. Raine and Huiwen always asking me to play with them. but playing with them is quite stressful cause they play big cards wor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--* side note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mum bought a 32" LCD TV and can't stop exclaiming how huge it was when she saw it in our house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum: very big leh. die lah, how come it wasn't so big when w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e saw it at the shop? wah, headache.. really very big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cher: cause the shop is big. our house is small mah, that's why looks bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum: headache headache..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*glances back at the tv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum: wah, super big. super big.. *shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lololol! funny mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is how big it is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SVr7sEP30GI/AAAAAAAAASg/3PKhd4apYPk/s320/IMG_1210.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813847145828450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SVr7snxrsvI/AAAAAAAAASw/lyVG6nQub6s/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813856682881778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SVr7sczU4mI/AAAAAAAAASo/Zw7qD9hkUWc/s320/IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285813853736985186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i can easily sleep in the box and still feel comfortable. my dog was so tiny next to it. I couldn't get him to pose for me &gt;:( naughty silky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tireddd. zzz going to meet the boyf for the countdown!!! YAYNESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy new year my lovelies! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-6525194168844630370?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6525194168844630370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6525194168844630370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6525194168844630370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6525194168844630370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-i-man-tai.html' title='the day i man tai'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SVr6snZh9ZI/AAAAAAAAASY/wVg_5bsJXUQ/s72-c/IMG_1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-7046074461130213178</id><published>2008-12-31T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:39:20.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boyf lines..</title><content type='html'>yesterday night was filled with laughter talking over the phone.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who else, but the boyf can make me laugh till i almost roll of the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE FINALLY WANTS TO GO KARAOKE WITH ME. LOL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf: eh shit, i forgot the liang shan po yu ju ying tai song.. what's the first part.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;我爱你.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf interrupts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf: nooo!! the first line of the whole song.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: okay, hold it. i go youtube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*after a quick search on youtube in less than 10 secs (i'm fast!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*plays the music for the boyf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; he started singing to me!! *awwwwwwww* but of course with loads of errors within it that made me smile to myself. he isn't good with songs that are not the genres he always listens to but he will always add his own words to it and the songs, although sounds a little funny than usual, but the sweetness factor goes way up high! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it suddenly reminds me of the J.Lo song that he sang once while we were walking along Orchard Road that makes me laugh uncontrollably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know the song, Jenny from the Block? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one part of the lyrics is: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;I'm still - I'm still Jenny from the block&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;   line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my boyf's version: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;I'm still - I'm still Jennifer Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; after I corrected him, he still insist that he was right. He said his lyrics makes more sense that what J.Lo had in her song and proceeded to sing that verse a few more times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aint he cute? HEEHEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe if I copied down all the "new" lyrics he had for the songs, i will be laughing my way for the entire next ten years! his originality in his lyrics is just amazing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why i love him. &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/3983264740693253176-7046074461130213178?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/7046074461130213178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=7046074461130213178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/7046074461130213178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/7046074461130213178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/12/boyf-lines.html' title='the boyf lines..'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1828054626876893907</id><published>2008-12-29T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:22:58.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired and sleepy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I forgot to thank Hanaa for helping me change my blog skin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D Thankew HANAA!! *hugs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will blog later if i'm free. technically, i should be free pretty soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-1828054626876893907?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1828054626876893907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1828054626876893907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1828054626876893907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1828054626876893907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-tired-and-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-555941328746637935</id><published>2008-12-26T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:57:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i think quite true. my boyf is always saying that somehow, i'm always finding some excuse for everyone and anyone who is at fault. i guess i just want things to be amicable between people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;heehee this is true too! must ask the boyf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i suppose this is true too. i tend to think alot before commiting into a r/s. I must be able to kiss the person, hug the person.. and when i wake up the next morning, i must not get a shock to see the person next to me and wonder why i'm with him. and i think i can find everything i need in my boyf now. hiakhiakk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ahhh yes. i wonder how people can be together with another if you think that your love won't last. i find it a waste of time and really just pointless. but then again, that is just my opinion. some people might like having a quick fling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;duhh, which is why i am studying for my degree now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i suppose it is nice to know that you will never get anything lesser than you have produced. steady jobs are like the best but somehow my heart is at where the timings are inconsistent and the environment is constantly changing.. which leads on to the next point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tend to look down alot on myself. i don't think i will ever have the courage to do what i want in life despite all my family and friends' encouragement. looks like i have to =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh wait, is that a pimple i see? oh no.. i'm going to be damn ugly. :( noone will like me anymore.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;do you think this is true? heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-555941328746637935?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/555941328746637935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=555941328746637935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/555941328746637935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/555941328746637935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-me.html' title='about me'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-2158175882214229716</id><published>2008-12-17T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:07:24.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what should i dress up as?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;for the upcoming christmas party, poor cy doesn't know what to dress up as..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, she decided to ask me for advice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreams stay big says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have any ideas P can stand for any normal outfit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherie; nuffnang x'mas party 20 Dec 2008 says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;party girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherie; nuffnang x'mas party 20 Dec 2008 says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherie; nuffnang x'mas party 20 Dec 2008 says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;party pooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherie; nuffnang x'mas party 20 Dec 2008 says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;pi sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;dreams stay big says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;dreams stay big says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;wtf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hohohohohohohoho!!! Cy, must come in all green and gooey. unless yours is yellow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!! &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/3983264740693253176-2158175882214229716?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2158175882214229716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2158175882214229716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2158175882214229716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2158175882214229716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-should-i-dress-up-as.html' title='what should i dress up as?'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8054706218668354059</id><published>2008-12-12T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:17:29.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im addicted...</title><content type='html'>i realised i'm addicted to something...&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;the smell of my hair after it is being treated by professional hairstylist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, hair chemicals smell...&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 can't stop smelling my hair!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-8054706218668354059?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8054706218668354059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8054706218668354059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8054706218668354059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8054706218668354059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-addicted.html' title='im addicted...'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2061849885115511045</id><published>2008-12-05T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:48:38.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seeing that blogpost = bad mistake&lt;div&gt;seeing what she tagged on her friend's blog = an even bigger mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, if you hate me.. don't act all nice in front of me. I can't take it. It will make me think less of you. I know you are trying to give him face and respect whatsoever but do you think it is respectful to go around telling people you hate me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got off at a rough start and I already am trying my best to make it a better world for both of us to live in. But it is tough if you have a prejudice against me, and especially with that bias view of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be fair, I respect you, you respect me. (somehow, i don't feel respected. it irks me big time to see someone act like this in front of me.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just needed to voice it out &amp;amp; somehow, this is the only outlet. arghhh!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-super unhappy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3983264740693253176-2061849885115511045?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2061849885115511045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2061849885115511045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2061849885115511045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2061849885115511045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeing-that-blogpost-bad-mistake-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-5945280816946897881</id><published>2008-11-27T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:02:42.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 8pm and my poor designers are cracking their heads over the design of microsite and skinning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guess what, i got MACs to accompany me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fillet-O-Fish meal for me and Happy Meals for them to keep them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with late nights and mac?&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/3983264740693253176-5945280816946897881?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5945280816946897881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5945280816946897881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5945280816946897881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5945280816946897881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-8pm-and-my-poor-designers-are.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2448747163649746947</id><published>2008-11-04T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:30:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 12.30am and I'm still at LIANG COURT MACS doing my project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID FINANCIAL PLAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSY LAHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2448747163649746947?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2448747163649746947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2448747163649746947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2448747163649746947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2448747163649746947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-3840137105949928505</id><published>2008-10-20T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:34:17.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>OGAYGAY! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all so much for your responses. HEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; the answer is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PROBLEM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your freaking POM (Problem)?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyf shared this with me and I laughed non-stop. Probably cause you must really hear it before you get it. I'm so going to use it next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONGRATS TO CHERRR and NIECEEE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it has been such a long time since I last blogged about my life. (not that anyone wanna know but I just wanna say) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably cause I hatttteeee uploading pictures. IT TAKES A LONG LONG TIME OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Boyf got bitten by a weird bug last week when he boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ked out and when he told me his palm was swelling, i thought it was just a small portion.. until I saw him f2f and really witness what he meant by swelling..! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0580.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the bad swelling which allowed me to visualize how he would look like when he ever grows fat, he still took time out to spend time with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to army market to purchase some army stuff for him before going to Haji Lane for our lunch (which was at 4plus - my first meal of the day) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0581.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After pretending to be "tourists" which he failed terribly, we headed off to Marina square and my boyf caught 2 little toys for me using the UFO machine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0587.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUTE RIGHT!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the pink one is hanging on my phone as a reminder to myself of him. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in return, I decided to bake something for him and my LOVELY colleagues, raine &amp;amp; wen, helped me out with it! we went over to Raine's house and in full battle, we tried our very best to make fruit tarts for my boy and raine's boy (but he could only see &amp;amp; not eat cause he is in M'sia) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wen is very experienced in baking &amp;amp; i can't wait to try her apple crumble cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end result? MY BOYFRIEND LOVES IT! HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0594.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo, the very next day.. we went to Vivocity to catch HSM3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already see my future husband taking care of my kids. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0604.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there first so I took a photo of the long queue of Nuffnangers who came at 3pm! Sorry to make you all wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0606.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank these 2 girls in my life. Raine and Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You girls help me through many many things in work and I can't thank you both enough. &amp;amp; yes indeed, Nuffnang gave me great friends like you all. My mahjong crazy colleagues! LOL. If you are reading my blog &amp;amp; loves playing mahjong, please let me know. I'll inform my dear colleagues and you might be picked to be one of their kaki! just so you know, Wen is recruiting me as her tu-di. right wen? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CY was down at the party too! Maomao was late so I didn't take any photos with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; a jumpshot of my niece and her favourite show in the whole wide world!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE! A LONG LONG LONG POST FOR YOU'LL ESPECIALLY ROBB ROBB ROBB CHEW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3983264740693253176-3840137105949928505?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3840137105949928505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3840137105949928505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3840137105949928505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3840137105949928505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/10/weeeeeeee.html' title='WEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1152829528519638069</id><published>2008-10-14T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:43:13.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your freaking POM?</title><content type='html'>I GOT A QUESTION FOR ALL OF YOU! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please kindly define this for me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- HEY! What's your freaking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. what do you think POM means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what exactly is this question asking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;will release the answer once I get enough replies! *GASP* what if i dont? :( &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/3983264740693253176-1152829528519638069?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1152829528519638069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1152829528519638069&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1152829528519638069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1152829528519638069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-your-freaking-pom.html' title='what&apos;s your freaking POM?'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-5233056789172973666</id><published>2008-10-10T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:36:01.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weather is super annoying today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of the hot hot sun (36 degrees?), i got lazy so i decided to "Tabao" my lunch from Soon Heng (just 100m from my office?) instead of the usual at Tekka Market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tekka market confirm cheaper (yes yes, huiwen and raine is going to say my auntie instincts are out) but seriously, the weather is badd badd badddd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side note: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST! BTT ONLY LAH HOR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS: Can I repeat the fact that I hate people shouting at me regardless who you are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3983264740693253176-5233056789172973666?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5233056789172973666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5233056789172973666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5233056789172973666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5233056789172973666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/10/weather-is-super-annoying-today.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-4405386808354711326</id><published>2008-10-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:16:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony of some people..</title><content type='html'>Boyfriend just booked in again today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a huge quarrel on Tuesday night and sad to say, my family and his family were brought into the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum was trying to console me and his mum was angry with me for not being understanding. Both side got the wrong idea of the other party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things got so bad that after reading some blog entry, i feel that it was being directed at me. But what can I do? I already created a bad name for myself before even meeting his family. Great job cherie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We settled things between us but I guess it had already left a scar there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What he said is true, as long as we 2 are together, we need not care about anything else or anyone else. Most importantly, this relationship is between me and him and if anything were to happen, others should not interfere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's that. I hope I can think it that way. It would make things so much easier for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming to the point of irony. Do you know of people who act so nicely in front of you etc, when they are simply just bitching about you behind your back? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, there are times when I do that but even so, I try to keep an open mind to re-knowing the person again.. and not after meeting the person (act polite and stuff) then go back and start ranting about him/her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People like these scares me. they are creepy. they are scheming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;worse if you only dare to say stuff via the internet and have no guts to say it f2f. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love you baby. can't wait for Sat. &lt;3&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/3983264740693253176-4405386808354711326?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4405386808354711326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4405386808354711326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4405386808354711326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4405386808354711326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/10/irony-of-some-people.html' title='The irony of some people..'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8984403312068180579</id><published>2008-09-27T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:04:38.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>War is Cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0230.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby is coming back tomorrow! from tekong! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 days of suffering is finally gone. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed so weird that I managed to pull through 17 days without him by my side. I still recall him going into that little island and me taking the ferry back to Singapore without him by my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0215.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Concerned parents and girlfriends awaiting to get up the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Checking data of the guys to make sure they are supposed to be enlisted on that very day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby and I, trying to feel as if nothing is happening but in fact, deep down, I was very upset as reality starting sinking in that he won't be by my side for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0214.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "locock" bus we took! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0218.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was attempting to look sad but ended looking up like I have swollen cheeks. Boyfriend is still looking the same.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. I shall not attempt to blog anymore cause I'm not sure if i'm allowed to blog or show pics of anything on that island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; thank you everyone for wishing me happy birthday! :D Shall blog about my birthday soon! When i have the time. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3983264740693253176-8984403312068180579?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8984403312068180579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8984403312068180579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8984403312068180579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8984403312068180579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/09/war-is-cruel.html' title='War is Cruel'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8801897133929785902</id><published>2008-09-18T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:36:06.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gruesome bloody scene</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Please skip this entry if you have a faint heart! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following are quite sick and even till now, i'm amazed by how much blood can actually flow out of something so small. Even I am shocked for words when i first saw it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened when i was blogging the previous entry and i just scratched my leg (cause it was itchy duhh) and continued blogger for what seems like 10 - 20 mins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i finished, i happily cast my laptop aside and stood up, planning to take a warm shower after a full day out and I needed to rest early to send my boyfriend to tekong (another story). I stood up and looked down on the floor and this was what I saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0195.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood there speechless and feeling a little uneasy. Where did all this blood come from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started searching around my body - my thighs, my arms, my left leg.. NOTHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was then I found it.. my right feet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0198.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I video-called the boyfriend and he was in shock too. He started screaming at me to get my mother but she was asleep already and i didn't want to wake her up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0202.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;Curious to know how exactly so much blood can flow out of my feet and where the hell it came from, i started searching for the starting point where the blood flows out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0197.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is.. after cleaning up the mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_0205.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMAZING isn't it? Such a tiny hole.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(okay, yes.. i was snapping pictures of my feet while in shock) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it was my body way of making my blood pressure higher (by scaring me) cause I've been told after blood pressure checks that I have low blood pressure. how cool is that. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGHHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-8801897133929785902?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8801897133929785902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8801897133929785902&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8801897133929785902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8801897133929785902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/09/gruesome-bloody-scene.html' title='gruesome bloody scene'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2557734421435686346</id><published>2008-09-16T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:15:54.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babylon A.D Peektures!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the photos from the last community event we had! BABYLON A.D! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Thank you all for coming to our event and I look forward to seeing all of you soon for upcoming events that we will be organising!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9cjFWVCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aZno2HUcNb8/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9cjFWVCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aZno2HUcNb8/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246513848710925058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group Photo!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9cjmpNBFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6C07OEilsW8/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9cjmpNBFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6C07OEilsW8/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246513857648460882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Singapore Nuffies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9cj0-1THI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nlRvIpjrkTo/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9cj0-1THI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nlRvIpjrkTo/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246513861497277554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9ckNWQPLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ERLUlVjNoXU/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9ckNWQPLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ERLUlVjNoXU/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246513868037962930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9ckUP9WSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/a-U6-tZMSrg/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9ckUP9WSI/AAAAAAAAAO0/a-U6-tZMSrg/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246513869890607394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be posting another post later on in the day! (I HOPE!)&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/3983264740693253176-2557734421435686346?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2557734421435686346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2557734421435686346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2557734421435686346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2557734421435686346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/09/babylon-ad-peektures.html' title='Babylon A.D Peektures!'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SM9cjFWVCwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aZno2HUcNb8/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-378973266462481787</id><published>2008-09-11T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:15:27.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Don't take my boyfriend away from me please!!</title><content type='html'>The dreaded day has arrived. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are going to take my boyfriend away from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot struggle and I cannot fight back.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will just take him away and keep him in for 2 weeks. Noone is allowed to visit him. I can probably only talk to him once a day &amp;amp; that is considered very good already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why why why..why must they do this..!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chao &lt;/span&gt;Armee. &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to miss him so badly. He is booking in tomorrow morning. &amp;amp; I'm glad I can send him off to the tekong island. it better be a nice place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SMkxRnMZDrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EZjsTkWmOJA/s320/babybaby.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244777419698146994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby, I'm going to miss you. yes yes i know, it is only 2 weeks but still!! I can survive meeting you once a week cause we are constantly messaging each other during the day. You are the only one who would answer my "bo liao" calls and listen to me bitch, scold, laugh and cry. You are the only one who is willing to entertain me throughout the day and message me sweet nothings when i'm feeling down. &amp;amp; of course, you are the only one I will message sweet nothings to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyf: Baby, when i'm inside.. you just sms me 3 times a day okay? Don't waste your sms-es. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyf: Once when you wake up, the second one in the middle of the day.. and the last one before you sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyf: In the middle of the day, if you wanna message me sweet stuff also can! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY HE SO CUTE ONE! See lah, how to not miss my boyfriend?? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he might not be able to celebrate my birthday with me!! it's on Sept 26 and he might not be out by then! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.. being the sweet boyfriend, he has already pre-celebrated with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SMk0CaI_arI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iMQQgJz7Hz8/s320/Beer+Can+072.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244780457031068338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he met up with me for lunch and surprised me with a present!! We quarrelled the day before and he told me that he went out to buy immediately after that. :) but make me feel so guilty lahh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SMk0Cl79MXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UGKDvdGs1bU/s320/Beer+Can+073.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244780460197622130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agnes b wallet! (or rather, card holder but can be used as a wallet!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SMk0C4GXLoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-UpJm09tdv4/s320/Beer+Can+085.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244780465073106562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He proceeded on to staying with me throughout the day.. ferrying me to meetings and waiting while I was inside pitching. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delicious meal after that at CHACHACHA in Holland V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a happy girl..!  (WAS,  i mean..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i will not be tomorrow.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need tips on "How to survive being alone when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; your boyfriend is in army"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is one thing i know.. if we can cross through this period of 2 years, our relationship will be diamond-strong! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do it together baby! ilu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3983264740693253176-378973266462481787?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/378973266462481787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=378973266462481787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/378973266462481787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/378973266462481787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-take-my-boyfriend-away-from-me.html' title='Don&apos;t take my boyfriend away from me please!!'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SMkxRnMZDrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EZjsTkWmOJA/s72-c/babybaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-6308137741293813262</id><published>2008-09-07T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:15:17.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men are selfish</title><content type='html'>to all the men out there, if you are reading this.. don't be offended. everything stated here are just opinions. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just talking to my mummy yesterday and she told me something that I'll remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men are all selfish. They will only look out for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Men - Group. So you can't sue my mum for defamation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She started rolling out examples to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1: They will run away at the slightest happening of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2: They make you plan your time around them and will never plan their time around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3: Somehow, you are constantly giving, but they don't give as much as they take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course,there are some girls who do the same things to their boyf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my mum is jaded when it comes to boygirl relationships to the extent of marriages and kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has 1 philosophy in life that she sticks to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she is with her man, she expects full attention from him. He is not allowed to look at other girls. If he wants to, do so behind her back. To her, that is equivalent to respecting her as his wife/gf or respecting her as a woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was telling me about how guys who look at other girls even though they have a girlfriend beside them is really too much. When you oogle at someone else, you are telling that person that he/she is more attractive than your other half! Well, this is what she meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I agree to a certain degree. On one side, i feel that she is right (practically hitting the bullseye) but somehow I also think that because she is jaded, she tends to be on the extreme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh, oh well.. What do you think? I would love to hear from both genders to weigh it out. Love seems to get more and more complicated. Or perhaps it has been like that since the start and like scientist and researchers, people just seem to wanna find out more about it and thus, all these questions, theories and philosopies start appearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, I only ask for a simple thing in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how school teachers like to tell you to set a high target and expectation so when you fall below it, you will not be that disappointed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BULLSHIT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me, it's simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not give me high hopes. Cause when I don't see it happening, it dishearten me badly and I'll find it hard to believe the next time you do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it still happens that way.. I guess.. I would have expected it. In the end, I will just expect for the worst all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a simple sentence: Don't make promises if you know you will break them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The feeling sucks. like seriously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-6308137741293813262?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6308137741293813262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6308137741293813262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6308137741293813262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6308137741293813262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-are-selfish.html' title='men are selfish'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1448236299047584763</id><published>2008-09-03T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:20:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BREATHING SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll let you have it. &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/3983264740693253176-1448236299047584763?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1448236299047584763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1448236299047584763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1448236299047584763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1448236299047584763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/09/breathing-space-breathing-space.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-8460741665503445962</id><published>2008-08-27T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:32:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/gl.align.center.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sickkkkkkk :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SLUCzpRNt2I/AAAAAAAAANo/CqwTLYLz82Y/s1600-h/sick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SLUCzpRNt2I/AAAAAAAAANo/CqwTLYLz82Y/s320/sick.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239096827790079842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; ming said it might be the chiku something illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOOOOOOYYYYYY!!!&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/3983264740693253176-8460741665503445962?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8460741665503445962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8460741665503445962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8460741665503445962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8460741665503445962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sickkkkkkk-ming-said-it-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SLUCzpRNt2I/AAAAAAAAANo/CqwTLYLz82Y/s72-c/sick.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8721011480184437792</id><published>2008-08-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:51:01.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coco brush for a birthday gift?</title><content type='html'>celebrated the boyf's birthday today over at Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place that holds the best and the worst memories for us. shall only say the good one, cause my blog is threatening to be a super emo one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CELEBRATED OUR FIRST MONTH ANNIVERSARY THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that day vividly. we were together for just one month. I was still really shy around him but i dared to suntan with him. (suntan = bikini). we never believed in celebrating monthsary so we usually just try to spend time with each other for the whole day when it comes to the 5th of every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had really short hair back then. it was the next day after my hair show and he thought i looked awesome with that hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness. that was like.. September 2006. so so so so so long ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we changed alot, in terms of looks and character. as the months went past, we found it hard to spend time with each other on our monthsary cause work/school was sucking our life away. it has always got to do with work that we couldn't spend our time together and suddenly, it became a known fact cause the day just isn't right everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even during our 2 year anniversary. we would celebrate it earlier. oh well, i suppose that is what happens when you step into the working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOO.. i got him a present!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono, make it 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st one: COCO BRUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKmY9eXT8zI/AAAAAAAAANg/w5lIUt7XQy8/s1600-h/White_Coco_Fibre_Brush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKmY9eXT8zI/AAAAAAAAANg/w5lIUt7XQy8/s320/White_Coco_Fibre_Brush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235884223685194546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, must be wondering why i got him this right? it is an inside joke between us actually. :P teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the boyf got a little upset cause WHO WOULD WANT A COCO BRUSH FOR BIRTHDAY RIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neh mind, cherie to the rescue!!!&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;2nd one:  ATMOS X G-SHOCK Watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKmXpx2PYnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KbkZuthJS5E/s1600-h/atmos-g-shock-casio-watch-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKmXpx2PYnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KbkZuthJS5E/s320/atmos-g-shock-casio-watch-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235882785806180978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKmXqUKU1dI/AAAAAAAAANY/TP4mk08_l_g/s1600-h/atmos-g-shock-casio-watch-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKmXqUKU1dI/AAAAAAAAANY/TP4mk08_l_g/s320/atmos-g-shock-casio-watch-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235882795017229778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one cost me like.. $200 odd? can't really recall the price cause there was shipping costs above it. I got it shipped from Japan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i just give my boy the stupid louya coco brush! this one made me so jittery cause i didn't know if they will be able to ship it on time to singapore! woke up at 8am to call speedpost and beg them to try sending it to me between 9am-1pm. jolt out of bed at 10am cause the speedpost guy was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew* boyf liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me its ugly or its too ex for a g-shock. IT IS BRANDED WITH ATMOS!!! where else to find in Singapore!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the exclusive-ness of it cause i like the feeling of knowing that only my boyf has this watch. (at least cause i dont see anyone wearing it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa was super fun! went there late, bout 4pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took most of the rides there and it was real pure fun! I love it so much! just like the good old days with him. THANK YOU DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although his birthday is not exactly today, i hope i did my very best as his girlf and celebrated it the best way i could..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-8721011480184437792?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8721011480184437792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8721011480184437792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8721011480184437792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8721011480184437792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/08/coco-brush-for-birthday-gift.html' title='coco brush for a birthday gift?'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKmY9eXT8zI/AAAAAAAAANg/w5lIUt7XQy8/s72-c/White_Coco_Fibre_Brush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2284457347407009174</id><published>2008-08-18T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:33:25.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust noone.</title><content type='html'>watched 12 lotus with the boyfriend, &amp;amp; it brought many thoughts to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was the timing, watching it till 12midnight when both of us were already so dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad show i must say, i was tearing throughout the whole show. Each time they started continuing singing the 12 lotus song, i will start tearing. life is so sad, filled with ups and downs. It can make or break a person, most of time.. it breaks a person. everyone is filled with greed and will do anything to get what they want. be it your flesh or your money, as long as they can squeeze any ounce of it, they will. nothing will stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't trust anyone so easily, my dear girl" that was the boyf's words to me immediately after the show. He has told me countless of times that i trust people too easily and i must say it is true. he is constantly asking me to watch out for other people and be cautious in what i do especially my scope of work where i meet loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess after this show, i will harden up. people are so full of themselves. I used to think that every human is born good and that the society makes us evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, the thought has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i believe, everyone is born evil.. which is why we need all the campaigns and education to make us know what good is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyeerrr, why all my posts recently so emo leh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we walked all the way home from amk hub. it's been a long time since we did that. the night was so quiet and we just talked all the way to my place. jokes and little kisses as we walked. I missed all that. suddenly, i don't need anything else from him. all i need is his companion-ship. his love and his concern. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm so going to miss him when he goes into the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;walked for an hour and we didn't even realised it! this is how time flies when you are enjoying yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: im super lag. im getting hooked on Jay's cowboy on the run song only now. &amp;amp; my boy got me his CD cause poh kim was having sale! $9.90 only! super good deal! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the boyf lah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3983264740693253176-2284457347407009174?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2284457347407009174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2284457347407009174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2284457347407009174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2284457347407009174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/08/trust-noone.html' title='trust noone.'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-3285469346967987056</id><published>2008-08-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:06:24.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO TEAM SINGAPORE TABLE-TENNIS TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng T.W is like SO AMAZING!!!! She is so cool and composed. Great job there! The last game was the best ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The koreans were good at defending i must say. Great job on their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a medal after 48 years! I feel so proud right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself 2 choices today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to the gym and run off all the troubles &amp;amp; stress i have&lt;br /&gt;2) Sulk at home and start binge-eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i chose the former. :) I feel so much better plus i get to lose all the fats i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3285469346967987056?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3285469346967987056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3285469346967987056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3285469346967987056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3285469346967987056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-team-singapore-table-tennis-team.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-6102901421955373188</id><published>2008-08-13T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:23:07.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tough choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i just heard this over the radio which sounded quite inspirational. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, this guy called jerry had some talk and during that talk, he mentioned about making choices. he is forever in a good mood and he credited it to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said during the talk that every morning, when he wakes up.. he will give himself 2 choices:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) be in a gd mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) be in a bad mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233975822808400514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKLRR7F6QoI/AAAAAAAAANA/B3yt8K6N9dY/s320/choice1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; he will always choose to be in a good mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, you must be wondering, who the hell will choose to be in a bad mood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the answer is.. the rest of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you wake up in the morning to a dark sky.. you wont feel good. how about when you wake up late for school/work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will think that this is the start of a bad bad day and you will continue to sulk like nobody's business. THAT, my friend.. is the choice you chose. &amp;amp; i am no different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;often, i wake up feeling restless and grumpy. i missed my bus and i told myself, that is not the end of your bad day. i got scolded by people, and i told myself, that is not the end of your bad day. i got mixed up with my emotions and flare my anger at innocent people and i blame them and my supposedly bad day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sounds familiar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, its all about choices again. Jerry, when stuck in bad situations, will give himself choices &amp;amp; believe in that choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is about choices. when life gives you lemons, you can either choose to make lemonade or just sulk at one corner cause you cant do anything with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(yes yes yeehou will say throw at people's eyes or something along that line)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today, i'm going to start my life with a new philosophy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"choices" will be it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233975820895465634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKLRRz91MKI/AAAAAAAAANI/zIWdGTU7r-0/s320/choice2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherie, you have 2 choices:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) keep on thinking about the present problem and risk losing the person you love most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) forget about it and just carry on life the way you planned it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i chose 2 &amp;amp; i'm going to stick with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you like to join my journey of choices? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3983264740693253176-6102901421955373188?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6102901421955373188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6102901421955373188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6102901421955373188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6102901421955373188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/08/tough-choice.html' title='tough choice'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKLRR7F6QoI/AAAAAAAAANA/B3yt8K6N9dY/s72-c/choice1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1367416346777294848</id><published>2008-08-13T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:29:24.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pardon me for my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, too many emotions surged through my mind in a flash of moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TODAY ISN'T THAT GREAT AFTERALL. BAAAHHHH. BOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say: if you have a blog and you didn't lock it, people will read it. we are living in the 21st century and it is as simple as googling your own name and you will see every single thing you posted on the internet, using your own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKJiMZEGQGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PIfa7HkhPO4/s1600-h/google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKJiMZEGQGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PIfa7HkhPO4/s320/google.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233853681983963234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i don't really type my name out in this blog cause people will then google it and find it and read it and comment on it and whatever else they will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple as abc, 123.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people will more or less take your word for it in your blog unless you mention, IT IS NOT TRUE AT ALL. (which is why the word "disclaimer" exist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh, im doing some random bull-shitting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disclaimer: this blog post is not directed at anyone. it's just how the blogosphere is making me feel. this are all entirely OPINIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the lack of blog post. I'm just super busy these days.&lt;br /&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/3983264740693253176-1367416346777294848?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1367416346777294848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1367416346777294848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1367416346777294848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1367416346777294848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/08/pardon-me-for-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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/_RHHvUtlssqA/SKJiMZEGQGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PIfa7HkhPO4/s72-c/google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-6523924772656374741</id><published>2008-08-02T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:04:59.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>teh-lent-less</title><content type='html'>im feeling very useless right now. in fact, i realised that i have no talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know people always say.. when god takes away something, he will give you something in return? (im not religious btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that.. perhaps god forgot to give me something in return after taking away so many stuff from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Looks&lt;br /&gt;i'm not blessed with super good looks. i'm only average and i bet you wont take a second look at me when you see me on the streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i tried putting make up.. but i suck at it. &amp; worse of all, noone notices if i DID put make up. &amp; when they know, they always say the same thing: "got put meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho &amp; i wonder if that is a compliment. whadday think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Brains&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the second in class for english during primary 2. but when i rose up to other levels, i had no idea what my placing was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming from rosyth (school that provided gifted lessons), it's no wonder why i was looked down upon from EM1 and Gifted class students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE results were trash. i scored 208. Out of the 8 girls in my class, i ranked 2nd last one. to think i was happy to have won my sister by 8 points. simple joy i had last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that kind of results, hello to neighbourhood sec. perhaps that was the only 4 years i felt my brains fully working to it's maximum capacity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't study during sec 2 streaming, but by surprise.. i got into double pure science and double math class. (the best) i strived like siao during sec 3 and 4. My english was considered as one of the best amongst the class. but no, i didn't get the best grades. i was still lower than other classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i went into Mass Communication in NP, my morale dropped even more. everyone was super fluent with their language. i couldn't understand the words they were using cause my vocab was bad. i failed the first time, second time and third time throughout the 3 years of my course. each blow was dealt with tears and anger. i hated failing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went for my BTT test which i completely forgotten until my sister reminded me last night at around 8 plus in the night. I hugged Buddha's leg at the very last min and guess what, i failed. WHO THE HELL FAILS THEIR BTT TEST? there is a good reason for them to name it "BASIC" theory test isn't it. i felt downright useless and kind of agitated. close to tears but stopped. (think my pms was making me real emotional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)MISC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a great bod. In fact, i'm too flabby for my own good. I'm not good at sports, i lack stamina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack confidence and i'm easily swayed by people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to go on. very sad ahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, god must have forgotten about me when it comes to giving back right? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-6523924772656374741?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6523924772656374741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6523924772656374741&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6523924772656374741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6523924772656374741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/08/teh-lent-less.html' title='teh-lent-less'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-5577800988988946475</id><published>2008-07-16T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:01:28.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose Piercing: Should I?</title><content type='html'>I'm just wondering if I should pierce my nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about it for a very long time (the boyf has one too and nooo, it wasn't because we wanna be couple couple but cause I think its quite nice - apart from lip piercing which i might wanna get but still dont have the guts!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think? will I look nice with a nose piercing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to put a dot on my nose to show you an example of how it would look like but i fail terribly can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i use red: like got blood. &lt;br /&gt;If i use black: like got mole. or worse, blackhead&lt;br /&gt;If i use green: Like got pi sai&lt;br /&gt;If i use purple: Like eat yam ice cream then it splat up to my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW!! @#$%^%#@@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who know me personally, try to imagine me with one bling bling nosestud (NOT RING HOR) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't.. see my previous pictures can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD! THANKS XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5577800988988946475?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5577800988988946475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5577800988988946475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5577800988988946475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5577800988988946475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/07/nose-piercing-should-i.html' title='Nose Piercing: Should I?'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2028543034044514806</id><published>2008-07-14T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:45:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you had a bad day..</title><content type='html'>Tell me if this is bad enough for the start of the day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a bad backache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my door to see my living room filled with poo. Dog's poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my dog and he just trots away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to wash up before embarking on the mission to clear DOGGIEPOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned and mopped the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fed the dog some snacks, only to find more poo on the other side of the dining table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out the dog has poo on his butt and he made a mess outta his blankie with poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wash the blankie and wipe his backside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned and mopped the floor AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My morning.. NOT THAT BAD RIGHT!?! RRAARRRRRR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2028543034044514806?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2028543034044514806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2028543034044514806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2028543034044514806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2028543034044514806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='So you had a bad day..'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8964171216012574171</id><published>2008-07-12T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:57:01.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A new way to throw darts!</title><content type='html'>ever wondered how professional dart-thrower gets bulleye all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P Now you can know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so simple, like ABC. Let me teach you how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st step: Run all the way to the end of the room!&lt;br /&gt;2nd step: Prepare to run..&lt;br /&gt;3rd step: Charge all the way forward!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4th step: Throw just before you hit the line :)&lt;br /&gt;5th step: REJOICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2Zyy2gPGzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2Zyy2gPGzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is yours truly. cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tTlT6a4SAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tTlT6a4SAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cy trying her best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZrLUjMEZis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZrLUjMEZis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kae is the best runner + thrower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOh7F2SwyhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOh7F2SwyhI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siying, the person who invented this whole running and throwing thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I am not responsible for anything that might happen to you when you try out this stunt. (eg: sliding off your feet and falling.. before proceeding to hit your head against some wall and going into a coma or whatever) I also can't ensure that you will be able to participate at a pro dart event and win the title cause if i can, I probably wont share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3983264740693253176-8964171216012574171?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8964171216012574171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8964171216012574171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8964171216012574171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8964171216012574171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-way-to-throw-darts.html' title='A new way to throw darts!'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-5868736563180013151</id><published>2008-07-09T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:44:30.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A day out with clubbies</title><content type='html'>I've been a bad bad badd blogger so i decided i should try to blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to jot my life down before i forget everything. quite irritating cause im like having super bad short term memory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with my clubbies on saturday for a whole day out of fun, laughter and stupidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up super late cause i forgot to set my alarm and really just freaked out in bed. Wenya was notorious for being fierce to people who arrives late!!! (cy has alot of experience with that. hoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9821.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left - right: Zhiting, ME, Wenya, Chuxian, Chinyee &amp;amp; Siying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are short of a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*digress.. we have been hanging out together since secondary 1 and cause there were 7 of us, our classmates started calling us S Club 7. i know i know.I bet you are like scrunging up your face and like gagging away in a corner. i've seen that reaction on my boyf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least we are a western pop group. makes me feel more high class. :P *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the outing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the Sentosa Express to Imbiah Station. (i finally got to use my Islander card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9825.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i felt like a rapper with ladies by my side. not bad right. foronce, i felt very man! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9834.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember when i announced that &lt;a href="http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-declare-war-with-birds.html"&gt;I was going to have a war with birds&lt;/a&gt;? I went to talk to the Bird King, King Bird.. whatever and the talks went well. So CHEEESSSEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look! we found joyce! and she was captured by the servants of the king! damn it. Now i have another war going on with them. who is on my side?! *hands up!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9839.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escalators were fun to pose with. you have to stand properly, and try to stand out from the dull dull colours of it. I sound like a pro alreadyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHTJoEycYhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Kb4cKTkMxIw/s1600-h/getting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHTJoEycYhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Kb4cKTkMxIw/s320/getting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221019558346514962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9855.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i kope this from &lt;a href="http://missyglitz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ying&lt;/a&gt;, lazy to do so nice. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cy looks retarded here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for the luge and seriously, none of us felt like wearing the helmet. It was soaked wet with prespiration and smelly like hell!! all of them felt exactly like how i expressed in the pictures above but all "geigei", pretend very happy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we queued and when it was our turn, the guy went berserk and called us "supermodels" and "Japanese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, where got supermodels so short one! the tallest in our group is like.. 162? i think if joyce was there, we confirm won't be called that one. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so, the japanese raced along the supermodels. we were screaming and laughing all the way. &amp;amp; i crashed while trying to remove hair from blocking my view. so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9864.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9867.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were very happy that it was over and we can finally take the skyride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9870.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9871.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind ang moh helped us take a pic of it. We suddenly felt like we were the tourists. hahaha. I know the following picture is very cheeeeeseee to the max but i like it. and i think everyone who goes there as a group will do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9873.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; presenting to you, the 3 crazy girls who screamed when boarding the skyride and screamed while coming out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9876.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cy, ying and i were on the same one and we were so much calmer! I was in charge of taking pictures of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9881.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;failed.. tried to get cy to take it but she was afraid. pokpok lah you. zhiting is the chicken lor. so we ignored her and took pics of ourselves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9886.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she couldn't stand it anymore, cause she is a cam-whore and took up the challenge. since she was so scared, we thought we all should try to look afraid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First shot, failed. I look fake shock. ying looks like she was laughing at someone she saw below us and cy looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;second shot: i look tired of being afraid. Ying was hungry and felt like eating her own hand. cy is just.. HAHAHAHAHA FUNNY TO LOOK AT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended our day with dinner and arcade. Kae, ying, cy and i went off to play football (table) and darts plus some board games. heehee. havoc till about 4am and i woke up the next day feeling very giddy. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to reward you for coming right to the end of entry.. i shall present you with....&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;A SEXY PICTURE OF ME! (NOT) muahahahahahahhahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_9909.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5868736563180013151?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5868736563180013151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5868736563180013151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5868736563180013151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5868736563180013151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-out-with-clubbies.html' title='A day out with clubbies'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHTJoEycYhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Kb4cKTkMxIw/s72-c/getting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-7197459292975232972</id><published>2008-07-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:13:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! [PART 2]</title><content type='html'>I just realised I didn't do a formal introduction to the 3 guys who took great care of me during the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the darling boyf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ2lVnw-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sZFNjxskI0k/s1600-h/DSC03462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ2lVnw-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sZFNjxskI0k/s320/DSC03462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220667963881276386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black man, Jeremiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ2y1QNZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CSkbYjaPaX0/s1600-h/DSC03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ2y1QNZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/CSkbYjaPaX0/s320/DSC03461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220667967503611282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the big brown bear, Baldwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ3QbFi1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0Ov5zduCWmw/s1600-h/DSC03463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ3QbFi1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/0Ov5zduCWmw/s320/DSC03463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220667975446924114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, 3 guys to escort 1 lady, ME!!! I feel damn honoured. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like a honeymoon for my boyf and I, when suddenly... I was BETRAYED.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ3xq9vgI/AAAAAAAAALA/K8sWlLEGSSo/s1600-h/DSC03501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ3xq9vgI/AAAAAAAAALA/K8sWlLEGSSo/s320/DSC03501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220667984371891714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He preferred the big white pillar compared to me. :( Miah too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so inferior. Should I bleach my whole body and be damn big and round so that my boyf will love me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIDDING! HOHO! he loves me like that lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scouted for good food and this cafe was one of the best cause got my favourite RICE-PAPER ROLLS NEHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, I find like siao for rice-paper rolls in VIETNAM?? Where it kind of like originate from? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! I finally found it. I was damn happy leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ4CB7kmI/AAAAAAAAALI/kgW0LBVhypc/s1600-h/DSC03503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ4CB7kmI/AAAAAAAAALI/kgW0LBVhypc/s320/DSC03503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220667988763185762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can see i happy hor? heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, another pic for you to see. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMVGJFm_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/TUqRETJ23S4/s1600-h/DSC03507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMVGJFm_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/TUqRETJ23S4/s320/DSC03507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670687106407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Ben Tahn Market, we walked past this freaky children funfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMV6lGgqI/AAAAAAAAALY/lutbY7vmppM/s1600-h/DSC03509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMV6lGgqI/AAAAAAAAALY/lutbY7vmppM/s320/DSC03509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670701182550690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMWGHSpWI/AAAAAAAAALg/inaagyNnklE/s1600-h/DSC03510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMWGHSpWI/AAAAAAAAALg/inaagyNnklE/s320/DSC03510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670704278742370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a jail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMWkLg0fI/AAAAAAAAALo/_PaVVO4QK0g/s1600-h/DSC03512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMWkLg0fI/AAAAAAAAALo/_PaVVO4QK0g/s320/DSC03512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670712349512178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK SO cause it looks like once you enter, you cannot come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; WE FINALLY REACHED THE MARKET! (SHOPPING TIME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got story to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting down at some random roadside shop within the market for a drink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: I want a strawberry milkshake.. add Nata de coco (points to the nata de coco "samples" put in a open glass on the counter, with buzzing houseflies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyf: Give me 2 soursop milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah: I want an Avocado Milkshake, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie proceeds to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passes Bear his drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *LAUGHS HILARIOUSLY!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear looks at his drink innocently.. AND SUDDENLY BURST OUT LAUGHING TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His drink was Nata de coco filled with water.. and we realised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Nata De Coco was taken from the open glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Bless me k. If i die because of this.. tell my family i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cannot stop laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunties passes Miah a pink drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah: eh, what is this? I asked for Avocado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: No more no more. this strawberry milkshake. *stretches out hand for money*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *LAUGHS EVEN HARDER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL EH. They auto help you decide what you should drink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Miah with his "chosen" drink. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/DSC03514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/DSC03514.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; us with our drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMW3sKHQI/AAAAAAAAALw/NO5j46e3t4g/s1600-h/DSC03513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOMW3sKHQI/AAAAAAAAALw/NO5j46e3t4g/s320/DSC03513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670717586709762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one super hard to move lady in the market. HAHA. bargaining with her really can cough blood. But i managed to do so.. from 180,000 dongs to 100,000 dongs. a little only lah. but i just like the success of bargaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl so much better and cuter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOPbLL9PKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NYKQKSMwlME/s1600-h/DSC03527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOPbLL9PKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NYKQKSMwlME/s320/DSC03527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220674090074717346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got confused cause the guys kept teasing her and she kept saying the wrong price. SO CUTE LAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the guesthouse, we took an artistic shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOPbq8zQDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Z-Naig3sviI/s1600-h/DSC03530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOPbq8zQDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Z-Naig3sviI/s320/DSC03530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220674098601082930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear looks like he is taking his mug shot. so glum. I was carrying Miah's monk bag. quite cool hor.&lt;br /&gt;On our last day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOPcCHGXqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-bM-JvDt8S8/s1600-h/DSC03531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOPcCHGXqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-bM-JvDt8S8/s320/DSC03531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220674104818294434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to thank everyone at &lt;a href="http://www.hostelworld.com/hosteldetails.php/LuanVuGuesthouse-HoChiMinh-17113"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUAN VU GUESTHOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who took great care of us. Seriously, if you all ever want to go to Vietnam, do stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGD 40 for 3 days each. Affordable and very comfortable!! I LIKE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE VIETNAMMM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-7197459292975232972?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/7197459292975232972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=7197459292975232972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/7197459292975232972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/7197459292975232972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-morning-vietnam-part-2.html' title='GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! [PART 2]'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SHOJ2lVnw-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sZFNjxskI0k/s72-c/DSC03462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1341392292537313779</id><published>2008-06-27T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:45:48.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! [PART 1]</title><content type='html'>When i say you will get strangled while walking in Vietnam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE ME. I'm DEAD serious.&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;of course, unless you are about 2 -3 metres tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT THEIR WIRING SYSTEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPipgDwhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fSP4al-5M1I/s1600-h/DSC03449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPipgDwhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fSP4al-5M1I/s320/DSC03449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216592831308874258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPkO9L0fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lM6Y2MR53kU/s1600-h/DSC03451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPkO9L0fI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lM6Y2MR53kU/s320/DSC03451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216592858543018482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;their wiring technician must be a millionaire to be solving wire problems like this! imagine somewhere in Ho Chi Minh city, someone's connection is gone..&amp;amp; i mean like ONE person. HOW TO CHECK WHICH ONE!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPj-OtvWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/25QDDEMHyzI/s1600-h/DSC03450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPj-OtvWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/25QDDEMHyzI/s320/DSC03450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216592854053141858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, i had to avoid being strangled (like i damn tall..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay neh mind, i don't wanna find out how too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were there for 4 days and first day, we went to the art museum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPkuFRSqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z0lSJ_FIuSk/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPkuFRSqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Z0lSJ_FIuSk/s320/DSC03453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216592866898430626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying hard not to block the art piece behind me but failed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPlHJ0D6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/dC7gZcUFMGA/s1600-h/DSC03454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPlHJ0D6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/dC7gZcUFMGA/s320/DSC03454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216592873628372898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were mimicking the art pieces. Phototaking were not allowed so this was the only photo we managed to take &amp;amp; i like it cause very artsy fartsy mah. no meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next day, we went to Cuchi tunnels, the famous tunnels dug and used by the Vietnam soldiers during the war with America! it's like a MUST go when you are in Ho Chi Minh. (partly cause can lose weight! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSA2uxrnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pXHT7Erqsjg/s1600-h/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSA2uxrnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pXHT7Erqsjg/s320/DSC03468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216595549279596146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was to enter this basement kind of hut and be infused with Vietnamese propoganda. REALLY TRUE COMMUNIST PROPOGANDA feeling man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSBdJdcHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uxYn0rYATW8/s1600-h/DSC03469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSBdJdcHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uxYn0rYATW8/s320/DSC03469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216595559592063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the whole propoganda talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice-over: Cuchi is a beautiful state.. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;                         Cuchi has many trees and blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;                        Cuchi, home of hundreds and thousands of people... blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all her sentences starts off with CUCHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSCBXWJNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/P_1Lj3Juamo/s1600-h/DSC03471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSCBXWJNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/P_1Lj3Juamo/s320/DSC03471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216595569313981650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour guide (BILLY) pointing out CUCHI and telling us his war story. (he was helping the Americans during the war so he was telling us both sides of the story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSCVTVb5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/YIAlyrPpdI0/s1600-h/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSCVTVb5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/YIAlyrPpdI0/s320/DSC03472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216595574665867154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy explaining the hole to us. He likes to poke fun at the Ang Mohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy: You know, Americans cannot go into the hole! Their Boobies and Arse TOO BIG. Boobies stuck, ass stuck. no good. Have to pull them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY dude. Whole bus journey he was saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSCmEjolI/AAAAAAAAAI8/29u5yHM-rUg/s1600-h/DSC03473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUSCmEjolI/AAAAAAAAAI8/29u5yHM-rUg/s320/DSC03473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216595579167285842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave soul. Only one who actually dared to try out that tiny hole that even i am not sure if i can fit. but since he can, i can too lah. he angmoh leh. bigger than me. But it was damn dirty, so i skipped that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we saw someone got stuck at her boobies. Angmoh lady. What Billy said was true. All of us couldn't stop laughing when he pointed it out. "There! i told you. Boobies stuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met some soldier friends there.. and took a group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUVge6-RAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5mqRtMoCExQ/s1600-h/DSC03476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUVge6-RAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5mqRtMoCExQ/s320/DSC03476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216599391178998786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUVhft-aQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_ymDh_x3BIA/s1600-h/DSC03477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUVhft-aQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_ymDh_x3BIA/s320/DSC03477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216599408572786946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; they introduced us to the huge tank which we all climbed all and took a picture but sadly i don't have it and i will explain why later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUVhqm4MWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cnRhsGcjz-4/s1600-h/DSC03478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUVhqm4MWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cnRhsGcjz-4/s320/DSC03478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216599411495809378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miah likes this pic. he say bf is funny here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to the shooting range which was REALLY LOUD k. I nearly went deaf. Bf and miah decided to try shooting some AK-something gun. i forgot :( Bear couldn't cause he dislocated his shoulder sometime back and I was just afraid that I will fly to Hanoi with one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUViKfkLXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OwCmUYTAXVg/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUViKfkLXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OwCmUYTAXVg/s320/DSC03479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216599420055072114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miah trying to act fierce lah. Both of them were sore from the shooting. poor thing right! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUVibY1zRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0rpZkGESLS0/s1600-h/DSC03480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUVibY1zRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0rpZkGESLS0/s320/DSC03480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216599424590269714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Can see I am damn scared right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, we entered the CUCHI tunnels! HELL OF A RIDE. okay, WALK. no wait. CRAWL. (for bear and miah) and DUCKWALK for bf and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXj69qrMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/m7miXIicXJ8/s1600-h/DSC03481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXj69qrMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/m7miXIicXJ8/s320/DSC03481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601649269353666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way down the tunnel!! a very delighted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXkRc3L1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AYKCvWgQjBk/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXkRc3L1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AYKCvWgQjBk/s320/DSC03482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601655305776978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still going down.. we are on our way into the small little tunnel hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXkvXVjiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tFrbbmmlALU/s1600-h/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXkvXVjiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tFrbbmmlALU/s320/DSC03486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601663335665186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally duck walking! it was the initial stage so everyone was pretty much HIGH HIGH HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXk36ktxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OmozzEtNsm8/s1600-h/DSC03490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXk36ktxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OmozzEtNsm8/s320/DSC03490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601665630942994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how small a space? Cant see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXlAA-BII/AAAAAAAAAKM/LVcBYFdOwY0/s1600-h/DSC03491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUXlAA-BII/AAAAAAAAAKM/LVcBYFdOwY0/s320/DSC03491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216601667805250690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe me now? It's like kid's height. It was super dark and stuffy inside. you can only get a whiff of fresh air every 30m. We had to use the camera flashes to guide us through all the way. I think we went pass like 5 holes of fresh air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY WE CAME OUT AND WE WERE ALL PERSPIRING ALL OVER!! damn gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUYfhLI5_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ahk9NiTHv30/s1600-h/DSC03498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUYfhLI5_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ahk9NiTHv30/s320/DSC03498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216602673138690034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group Pic with BILLY BILLY. he has a really sad life. and he drinks and smokes on his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't post up alot of pictures because my bf's camera got stolen :( it was snatched away by a stupid motorcyclist. seriously. It happened so fast, we all didnt have time to react especially poor bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the picture? his camera was carried exactly the same way. The bag was not cheap too k! supposed to be very hardy. then one tug by the motorist,gone! he is damn good at snatching things. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING VIETNAM, can return my bf's camera now? stupid motorcyclist! ARGH!! @@$%$@!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-1341392292537313779?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1341392292537313779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1341392292537313779&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1341392292537313779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1341392292537313779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning-vietnam-part-1.html' title='GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! [PART 1]'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SGUPipgDwhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fSP4al-5M1I/s72-c/DSC03449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-377204313383071305</id><published>2008-06-12T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:00:12.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DECLARE WAR WITH BIRDS!</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how it feels like to have shit on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not talking about 2 girls 1 cup you dodo bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, speaking about dodo birds, i meant their relatives, BIRDS. Pigeons, Crows, Manyak? (that black bird with yellow beak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK ME ASK ME!!!!&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;cause it happened to me... not ONCE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT TWICE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THREE TIMES! @@#$%&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sway anot you tell me lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry already please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember vividly how my virginity of being pooped on was given to some stupid sickening pigeon near macpherson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my lower sec days. (that's a good 6-7 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the factories area with my group of friends, trying to find some warehouse sale. (some smart alec suggested it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: GROUP OF FRIENDS. (&amp;amp; i meant like 5 people onwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; THEN IT HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just a little innocent girl walking under a big tree, talking happily to my friend when..&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:180%;"&gt;SPLAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC2T8zfCDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gtpbuIU-ULU/s1600-h/30d09919-a74b-4d97-98e4-003118087b12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC2T8zfCDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gtpbuIU-ULU/s320/30d09919-a74b-4d97-98e4-003118087b12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210865222723504178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can totally understand how the poor boy feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;his mother!!! @@#$$^%#@ on my head leh!!!! my pooor poooooor beautiful forehead and fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just froze for like 2 mins after the terrorizing poop fell on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor thing hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like they have this thing about shitting on humans just like how they like to shit on cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC2UtngXZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dYYb_l2X3PQ/s1600-h/jlv0061l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC2UtngXZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dYYb_l2X3PQ/s320/jlv0061l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210865235826597266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; so being a nice girl.. i thought, maybe that bird really cannot control his poop already.. and sadly, went to the nearest toilet to clean it away while trying to shake off my friends' laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was waiting outside bishan mrt for my mum to come pick me up for dinner. you know,just silently waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR more than 20 MINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happen, i was under a tree.. cause she told me to wait further up the bus stop which was totally covered by trees. (i didnt think that she would take such a long time since bishan is a good 5 mins away only from my house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i noticed something falling from the trees and figured to myself, is it bird poo?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HURRIED AWAY FROM THE TREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC4v_pEPiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6gKP_EB4hps/s1600-h/2005-10-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC4v_pEPiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6gKP_EB4hps/s320/2005-10-07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210867903544704546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duno the bird is lausai-ing anot.. but it SHIT damn alot lah!! kaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened so fast that my shoulder, bag and calf kenna. crazy bird!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO MAD CAUSE IT WAS THE 2ND TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NEH MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this is the final straw i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS WALKING TO CINELEISURE. just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know just ops cali fitness, there is this stretch that is always so crowded and covered with trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, IT WAS FREAKING CROWDED and i was brushing my shoulders against everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC6paxKhSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aqtVZi6mNLc/s1600-h/bird_poo_2005-04-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC6paxKhSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aqtVZi6mNLc/s320/bird_poo_2005-04-27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210869989590598946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still kenna. On my shoulder this time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity me already right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there should be this sign all around cine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC6oHQzMpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OnR-hCkXChM/s1600-h/6a00d83452930269e200e54f65aa318834-640wi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC6oHQzMpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OnR-hCkXChM/s320/6a00d83452930269e200e54f65aa318834-640wi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210869967174709906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into Jessica - underage-girl in the toilet and she told me she also kenna before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, must be careful okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM TODAY onwards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OFFICIALLY DECLARE WAR WITH BIRDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ignore them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say they are cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to avoid them at all costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to avoid standing under trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC4vX_2jyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Uw6UbQMokVw/s1600-h/birdpoop_a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC4vX_2jyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Uw6UbQMokVw/s320/birdpoop_a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210867892902858530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your experiences with bird poo, share your pain with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-377204313383071305?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/377204313383071305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=377204313383071305&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/377204313383071305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/377204313383071305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-declare-war-with-birds.html' title='I DECLARE WAR WITH BIRDS!'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SFC2T8zfCDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gtpbuIU-ULU/s72-c/30d09919-a74b-4d97-98e4-003118087b12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1656594202763574638</id><published>2008-06-05T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:41:07.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always look on the brightside of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntReE2n15bo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntReE2n15bo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check this out. Amazing isn't it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I teared while watching. It's too touching. Especially when she sang the song. I feel that it is really describing how she feels about her life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is keeping me positive about life.. at the moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: updates soon once I get less busy. Graduation, Vietnam trip and my recent tv encounter!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-1656594202763574638?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1656594202763574638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1656594202763574638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1656594202763574638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1656594202763574638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/06/always-look-on-brightside-of-life.html' title='always look on the brightside of life'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-2781834291730201270</id><published>2008-05-21T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:34:11.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAR DRINKING ALCOHOL?!</title><content type='html'>It started out like any fine day, where little children came out to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5JRJ2yZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/de9tZq1i_X4/s1600-h/3+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5JRJ2yZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/de9tZq1i_X4/s320/3+of+us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494457185225106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, this is the real picture. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5JxJ2yaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Hc53nF_sws8/s1600-h/3+of+us+%28real%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5JxJ2yaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Hc53nF_sws8/s320/3+of+us+%28real%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494465775159714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was head over heels in love with her orange juice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5khJ2ybI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JQGUbueYk10/s1600-h/cher+oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5khJ2ybI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JQGUbueYk10/s320/cher+oj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494925336660402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another was on her way to be an endorser for Ginger Ale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5kxJ2ycI/AAAAAAAAAFk/isJ-lop-yGQ/s1600-h/me+ginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5kxJ2ycI/AAAAAAAAAFk/isJ-lop-yGQ/s320/me+ginger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494929631627714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*ignore the oily face. im depressed enough over it already. WHAT SHINY FOREHEAD YOU HAVE! oh shuddap.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other one was in a shock state after seeing a pineapple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL6PxJ2ydI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VOicsoRq2j4/s1600-h/sam+pineapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL6PxJ2ydI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VOicsoRq2j4/s320/sam+pineapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202495668366002642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; well, this one is just staring at the finger blankly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL6PxJ2yeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0CBFOrBty6U/s1600-h/ch+finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL6PxJ2yeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0CBFOrBty6U/s320/ch+finger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202495668366002658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one?&lt;br /&gt;he looks too weird in this picture. he doesn't even look like he is part of our gang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL6QBJ2yfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/svcdZpDduZI/s1600-h/bear+cmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL6QBJ2yfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/svcdZpDduZI/s320/bear+cmi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202495672660969970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while the blank starry eyed one was trying out his drink after realising every one drank theirs, he was unaware that the odd one (above pic) was staring at him.. &amp;amp; he had transformed into a .....&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;.&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL7QBJ2yiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wp__ODL_NtM/s1600-h/bear+watermelonmartini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL7QBJ2yiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wp__ODL_NtM/s320/bear+watermelonmartini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496772172597794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BEARRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's trade drinks" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL7QBJ2yjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1AytKBZJGgg/s1600-h/ch+lycheemojito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL7QBJ2yjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1AytKBZJGgg/s320/ch+lycheemojito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496772172597810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"But mine's yucky. This lychee mojito is super yucky. You won't want to drink this. I mean, it's not nice at all!" the blank one replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL7QBJ2yhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jTEO3lbkvPs/s1600-h/bear+roars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL7QBJ2yhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jTEO3lbkvPs/s320/bear+roars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202496772172597778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"GIMME OR I WILL ROAR YOUR HAIR OUT. IM GETTING ANGRY ALREADY!! The bear gets what the bear WANTS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the girls were showing how they look like before shaving their moustaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL8RBJ2ykI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LxB9MsdnmFE/s1600-h/cherx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL8RBJ2ykI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LxB9MsdnmFE/s320/cherx2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202497888864094786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; suddenly, after a long struggle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL8uBJ2ymI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0rIwFCPB1Bk/s1600-h/superhero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL8uBJ2ymI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0rIwFCPB1Bk/s320/superhero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202498387080301154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUPER GIRL ARRIVES &amp;amp; SAVES THE DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Smacked the bear on the head &amp;amp; flies off again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'm super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL9LhJ2ynI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NB7ydKaDiis/s1600-h/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL9LhJ2ynI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NB7ydKaDiis/s320/bff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202498893886442098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been super busy for the whole week and things are just getting busier and busier. hope you enjoyed the stupid story i came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to http://nonpareildoll.blogspot.com for her edited pictures of the bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-2781834291730201270?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/2781834291730201270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=2781834291730201270&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2781834291730201270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/2781834291730201270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/05/bear-drinking-alcohol.html' title='BEAR DRINKING ALCOHOL?!'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SDL5JRJ2yZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/de9tZq1i_X4/s72-c/3+of+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-3334363265956870116</id><published>2008-05-19T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:32:39.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yee Hou rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3334363265956870116?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3334363265956870116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3334363265956870116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3334363265956870116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3334363265956870116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/05/yee-hou-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-4282197710334862856</id><published>2008-05-11T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:44:33.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>polyclinics are a killer</title><content type='html'>Polyclinics are a killer. Poor doctors &amp;amp; nurses working there. They must be really feeling super pressurized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the wee hours of the morning at 6.30am (to me, this is considered wee hours cause i slept at 1am the night before but that's another story altogether.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ready &amp;amp; left the house by 7.05 for a long tiring journey to the east. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum &amp;amp; i went to the nearby coffeeshop for breakfast thinking that the polyclinic was going to open at 8.30am so we didn't want to waste our time by queuing up while we could enjoy our lovely breakfast of beehoon/kway teow/noodles with fishcake and luncheon meat which cost me a FREAKING $3.10?! the price has gone up man. @ shunfu mart, they will only charge like $2.50 MAX?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetraccckk, so we took a slow walk to the polyclinic at AMK and to our horror! IT WAS OPEN ALREADY and look at the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCXdfztUo0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QfbTozxxYoQ/s1600-h/10-05-08_0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCXdfztUo0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QfbTozxxYoQ/s320/10-05-08_0802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198804883395093314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCXdgDtUo1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/sWDs3qeRrkI/s1600-h/10-05-08_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCXdgDtUo1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/sWDs3qeRrkI/s320/10-05-08_0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198804887690060626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS 7.45am for god's sake &amp;amp; the amount of people there waiting was MAGNIFICIENT. &amp;amp; that is just a small section of the polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited about half hour for the registration &amp;amp; when i went upstairs for consultation, i waited another 2 &amp;amp; 1/2 hours. BEAT THAT. &amp;amp; i was supposedly considered damn early already. Doctor's consultation took less than 10 mins &amp;amp; i was asked to wait at another room. That took another 1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITED for a total of 3 &amp;amp; 1/2 hours for a referral letter. I COULD DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly, i'm really proud of the doctors and nurses there who sacrificed their mornings, weekends and almost their life for the poor community who can't afford to go to a private doctor due to the high costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clinic @ AMK opened 15 mins earlier cause they didn't want to see the old folks standing outside just to queue up &amp;amp; invited them in to sit while they wait. The staff even came earlier to the clinic just to cater that extra service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted by my doctor, " Singaporeans love to queue. School also queue, condo also queue. But when it comes to queuing at the polyclinics, all keep complaining."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, let's start appreciating &amp;amp; stop complaining. the irony, cause i was complaining earlier. HAHA. but NEH MIND, i bet you forgot what you read already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-4282197710334862856?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4282197710334862856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4282197710334862856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4282197710334862856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4282197710334862856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/05/polyclinics-are-killer.html' title='polyclinics are a killer'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCXdfztUo0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/QfbTozxxYoQ/s72-c/10-05-08_0802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-1076888621306453758</id><published>2008-05-07T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:28:13.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFrsgzR6I/AAAAAAAAACM/BrA2Fv3O_KU/s1600-h/05-05-08_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFrsgzR6I/AAAAAAAAACM/BrA2Fv3O_KU/s320/05-05-08_1828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197652799436048290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely 2 days with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend wanted to go vivocity to see puppies, so off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THE MOST ADORABLE LITTLE PUPPY EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFr8gzR7I/AAAAAAAAACU/4ZDpGnznEkY/s1600-h/05-05-08_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFr8gzR7I/AAAAAAAAACU/4ZDpGnznEkY/s320/05-05-08_1858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197652803731015602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFsMgzR8I/AAAAAAAAACc/O4sa1Iqc_C0/s1600-h/05-05-08_1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFsMgzR8I/AAAAAAAAACc/O4sa1Iqc_C0/s320/05-05-08_1859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197652808025982914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T IT JUST SO CUTE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad someone owns it. it was at the grooming corner &amp;amp; was just looking out innocently at the glass panel. my mum commented that it has a naughty look though. but nonetheless, I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Food Republic &amp;amp; i received very bad service from 2 chinese nationals working at the BBQ chicken wings stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in mandarin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Could i have 2 chicken wings please?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid female chinese national: must buy 3. *roll eyes and look away*&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- proceeds to the collection point. (they are just next to each other. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid male chinese national: *passes chicken wings*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you have lime?&lt;br /&gt;(BBQ CHICKEN WINGS USUALLY COMES WITH LIME. IT'S A MUST! just like how... erm, fishball noodles comes with fishballs?)&lt;br /&gt;Stupid male chinese national: *raises arms into a "What" sign* MEI YOU LE (don't have already) *roll eyes and began talking to the rest of his stupid chinese national colleagues.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really the "YOU MUST BE THERE" kind of thing. that irritating look on his face was KODAK k. seriously, i was so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to come to Singapore, please do not help us lower the service standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the fish stall people were SO POLITE. enjoyed buying food from them! LEARN FROM THEM SCN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to purchase tickets to Iron-man but it was selling fast &amp;amp; no way am i going to sacrifice my neck for one movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, i watched......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH4MgzSFI/AAAAAAAAADk/nYErRZhmrJQ/s1600-h/superhero-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 271px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH4MgzSFI/AAAAAAAAADk/nYErRZhmrJQ/s320/superhero-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655213207668818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Superhero Movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very nice leh. very predictable. Certain parts were funny though. Catch it only either on dvds when sharing the cost with your friends or when it's free. Other than that, don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Climbed up what i called the "never-ending" stairway to Mount Sophia &amp;amp; finally reached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFsMgzR9I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZjXkiZ04SUU/s1600-h/06-05-08_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFsMgzR9I/AAAAAAAAACk/ZjXkiZ04SUU/s320/06-05-08_1706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197652808025982930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my second time up here and this guy never fails to make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFscgzR-I/AAAAAAAAACs/pMf31_-R5Es/s1600-h/06-05-08_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFscgzR-I/AAAAAAAAACs/pMf31_-R5Es/s320/06-05-08_1707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197652812320950242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pose with him. This is how you will feel after climbing the stairs. The artist really managed to capture the moment! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGlsgzR_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/V1Y1xS9rUP8/s1600-h/06-05-08_1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGlsgzR_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/V1Y1xS9rUP8/s320/06-05-08_1708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653795868461042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ate @ recess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGl8gzSAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bUpzN2aom2Y/s1600-h/06-05-08_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGl8gzSAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bUpzN2aom2Y/s320/06-05-08_1715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653800163428354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the boyfriend waits for the food in a calm manner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGmMgzSBI/AAAAAAAAADE/hYao18oAv8c/s1600-h/06-05-08_1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGmMgzSBI/AAAAAAAAADE/hYao18oAv8c/s320/06-05-08_1717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653804458395666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH4sgzSII/AAAAAAAAAD8/3mln9EZrWVs/s1600-h/06-05-08_1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH4sgzSII/AAAAAAAAAD8/3mln9EZrWVs/s320/06-05-08_1800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655221797603458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unusually happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGmMgzSCI/AAAAAAAAADM/2CF65aBzuZM/s1600-h/06-05-08_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGmMgzSCI/AAAAAAAAADM/2CF65aBzuZM/s320/06-05-08_1716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653804458395682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Salsa Chicken (i think) Tortilla wraps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGmcgzSDI/AAAAAAAAADU/TRQfwyXIZak/s1600-h/06-05-08_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHGmcgzSDI/AAAAAAAAADU/TRQfwyXIZak/s320/06-05-08_1720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197653808753362994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ham and Mushroom Pasta in cream sauce! (sorry i stirred it already, was too hungry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH4MgzSGI/AAAAAAAAADs/b89k8Vj7Fko/s1600-h/06-05-08_1725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH4MgzSGI/AAAAAAAAADs/b89k8Vj7Fko/s320/06-05-08_1725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655213207668834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot n Spicy Drumlets (i think it's the packet one. The CP brand )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH4cgzSHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0pv8MWguVyg/s1600-h/06-05-08_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH4cgzSHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0pv8MWguVyg/s320/06-05-08_1726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655217502636146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a full meal, I decided that WE should cam whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHIx8gzSJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uFxdWndOMo8/s1600-h/06-05-08_1801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHIx8gzSJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uFxdWndOMo8/s320/06-05-08_1801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656205345114258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHIyMgzSKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lNUu7UvLhG8/s1600-h/06-05-08_1803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHIyMgzSKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lNUu7UvLhG8/s320/06-05-08_1803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656209640081570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumbled (HAHAHA NOT.) down the stairs cause we were too full and rolled all the way to The Cathay to watch Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH3sgzSEI/AAAAAAAAADc/uP3jDxK_Bqs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 192px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHH3sgzSEI/AAAAAAAAADc/uP3jDxK_Bqs/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655204617734210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what i saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHIycgzSLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QjyWQZeWtW0/s1600-h/06-05-08_1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHIycgzSLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QjyWQZeWtW0/s320/06-05-08_1903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656213935048882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY RIGHT? totally like some stock market crowd lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that is because of this event...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHIycgzSMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JtdGa1b8PqA/s1600-h/06-05-08_1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHIycgzSMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JtdGa1b8PqA/s320/06-05-08_1904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656213935048898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our movie was 7pm but they only let us through at 7.05!!!! how infuriating. But i'm appeased now cause they bothered to get people to stand at the door apologising to everyone going through and they even posted an "apology" on the screen itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done on the PR effort Cathay, but next time.. please try to organise it properly hor. If don't have the capacity, either give the whole place to the event or don't have it at all. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budden, ironman was too draggy. I was stoning most of the time &amp;amp; i nearly fell asleep. They took like 9/10 of the movie showing us how he built iron man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAY, I ATE THIS FRUIT TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHJeMgzSNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/grihGDqEqXU/s1600-h/07-05-08_2221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHJeMgzSNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/grihGDqEqXU/s320/07-05-08_2221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656965554325714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks so pretty right? like a heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's custard apple, but once it's open.. it looks.. erm.. just look below ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHJeMgzSOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o13qdb218JM/s1600-h/07-05-08_2223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHJeMgzSOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/o13qdb218JM/s320/07-05-08_2223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656965554325730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The aftermath. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHJecgzSPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/comaBrWgocE/s1600-h/07-05-08_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHJecgzSPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/comaBrWgocE/s320/07-05-08_2238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197656969849293042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy &amp;amp; try it if you haven't &amp;amp; tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: pilates was fruitful. i gained 1 kg though cause of eating though. :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;br /&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/3983264740693253176-1076888621306453758?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/1076888621306453758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=1076888621306453758&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1076888621306453758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/1076888621306453758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/05/lovely-2-days-with-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCHFrsgzR6I/AAAAAAAAACM/BrA2Fv3O_KU/s72-c/05-05-08_1828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-8315530095645311615</id><published>2008-05-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:01:10.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Thought it should be time to introduce myself formally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY MAYBE NOT. i hate formal introductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyohow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nuffie&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; i really do hope to venture further in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NN&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, i went up to KL with Ming &amp;amp; since it was my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time there or rather, 1st time there for more than a day (i was up there a day only so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still considered a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt;) i must say, I'm amazed by the shopping centres. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost, i must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;applaud&lt;/span&gt; one very important thing KL have (or rather they invented?)&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;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You GUESSED it! PAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MEE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8w86AmOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BQg5JDroWD4/s1600-h/30-04-08_1335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8w86AmOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BQg5JDroWD4/s320/30-04-08_1335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197291150410553570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Super Spicy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Creation  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Omgosh&lt;/span&gt;, it was FANTASTIC. I seriously am craving for it right now. As i was munching on it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nicholas&lt;/span&gt;, i was telling him how i would love to bring it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; to spread the love! Just so happen, Ming was thinking of the same thing too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;muhahaha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;singaporeans&lt;/span&gt; share the same love for food. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that i thought was really interesting in KL too. Like how they have food stalls in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;??!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8xM6AmPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C5XugdaNy5A/s1600-h/01-05-08_1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8xM6AmPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C5XugdaNy5A/s320/01-05-08_1718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197291154705520882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn warm &amp;amp; stuffy in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt; but i think business must be quite good. i saw many people queuing up to buy stuff. It's definitely something that we can't see in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) HUGE shopping malls. One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt; is like freaking huge. I think its like 2 &amp;amp; 1/2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Vivocity&lt;/span&gt; put together. I was really lucky that i could get a free pass to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;MDG&lt;/span&gt;. So happened that i arrived on the day that they staged the finale. If you watch the videos carefully, you can actually see a retarded me inside. I look very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jialat&lt;/span&gt; (bad) when it comes to candid shots. So please tell me if you are talking pictures of me. you won't want to see a horrendous me. (I WARNED YOU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i should "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kope&lt;/span&gt;" pictures from other people. but in any case you wanna know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Fiqa&lt;/span&gt; was my favourite. &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cindy&lt;/span&gt; won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;(NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3) Wendy's!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8xM6AmQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yTGUtydX2WM/s1600-h/01-05-08_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8xM6AmQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yTGUtydX2WM/s320/01-05-08_1806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197291154705520898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;WENDY's&lt;/span&gt;. okay, but i still prefer subway. Subway is like the only fast food (considered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, cause it's fast.) that is not sinful. It's been ages since i last stepped into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; or the Big M. AGES.&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://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8xs6AmSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jPhSBV7iCpE/s1600-h/01-05-08_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8xs6AmSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jPhSBV7iCpE/s320/01-05-08_1808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197291163295455522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carl's Junior rip-off pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My burger has shimmery wrapper! COOL OR COOL! too bad the chicken was a tad too salty and thin. &amp;amp; you say Zinger chicken portion was small. -scoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8xc6AmRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w6_WOG9dtuE/s1600-h/01-05-08_1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8xc6AmRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w6_WOG9dtuE/s320/01-05-08_1821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197291159000488210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4) Puppies! (cheap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robb brought his darling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;zu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;zu&lt;/span&gt;" (did i spell correctly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;robb&lt;/span&gt;?) to the office &amp;amp; i instantly fell in love with it! Only RM$700! i wanna get a dog in KL too. They are so adorable. Singapore really tax &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; on these pets. People are willing to fork out like $1000++ for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;shitzu&lt;/span&gt; here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;SGP&lt;/span&gt;. Adopt people, adopt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB92c6AmTI/AAAAAAAAABE/gVqrMxTpPMU/s1600-h/02-05-08_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB92c6AmTI/AAAAAAAAABE/gVqrMxTpPMU/s320/02-05-08_1630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197292344411461938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Zuzu&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB92s6AmUI/AAAAAAAAABM/s4UENQh9nPg/s1600-h/02-05-08_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB92s6AmUI/AAAAAAAAABM/s4UENQh9nPg/s320/02-05-08_1740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197292348706429250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super sweet moment. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Zuzu&lt;/span&gt;" lying on his daddy's shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB9286AmVI/AAAAAAAAABU/cop3MdYeB2g/s1600-h/02-05-08_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB9286AmVI/AAAAAAAAABU/cop3MdYeB2g/s320/02-05-08_1747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197292353001396562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Yh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;demostrating&lt;/span&gt; the weirdest position you can carry a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#5) Delicious cute packets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;NasiLemak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB-4c6AmWI/AAAAAAAAABc/_Fa-cCGQ9wI/s1600-h/03-05-08_1332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB-4c6AmWI/AAAAAAAAABc/_Fa-cCGQ9wI/s320/03-05-08_1332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197293478282828130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB-4s6AmXI/AAAAAAAAABk/YQjfxsGR42w/s1600-h/03-05-08_1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB-4s6AmXI/AAAAAAAAABk/YQjfxsGR42w/s320/03-05-08_1330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197293482577795442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me where i can find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Lemak&lt;/span&gt; in this packaging. It's different from the ones we have! It's smaller &amp;amp; it has a big big hard boil egg. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. SUPER CUTE. i was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;hesitant&lt;/span&gt; to eat it. =X but it was delicious nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Stewie's&lt;/span&gt; house and i was thankful i got the upper level room cause the bottom was like a war ground. Humans VS Cockroaches. FREAKY TO THE MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB_YM6AmYI/AAAAAAAAABs/tQTcwe7bwVE/s1600-h/03-05-08_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB_YM6AmYI/AAAAAAAAABs/tQTcwe7bwVE/s320/03-05-08_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197294023743674754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB_Yc6AmZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LJTB4Bjptm4/s1600-h/03-05-08_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB_Yc6AmZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LJTB4Bjptm4/s320/03-05-08_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197294028038642066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLEFIELD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTELY ABHOR COCKROACHES. they are really useless. All they do is to spread germs and scare people who are afraid of them (like me). they contribute nothing to the society at all! at least lizards will help to eat flies.. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 full days in KL well-spent. Met the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Nuffies&lt;/span&gt; KL people. Fun bunch they all are! Can't wait to meet up with all of you again!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCCAKs6AmaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/445OOuDp63k/s1600-h/Group+Pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCCAKs6AmaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/445OOuDp63k/s320/Group+Pic+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197294891327068578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCCALM6AmbI/AAAAAAAAACE/zDitDRKDdUo/s1600-h/Group+Pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCCALM6AmbI/AAAAAAAAACE/zDitDRKDdUo/s320/Group+Pic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197294899917003186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you notice, most of my content circles around food. I LOVE EATING. too bad I gain weight easily. :( but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt; mind! i will exercise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: can't blog anymore, too tired. shall blog about today's stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; or something. STAY TUNED. :D&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/3983264740693253176-8315530095645311615?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/8315530095645311615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=8315530095645311615&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8315530095645311615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/8315530095645311615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-thought-it-should-be-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SCB8w86AmOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BQg5JDroWD4/s72-c/30-04-08_1335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-6715767256376666609</id><published>2008-05-02T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:44:48.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought i should just insert a joke to make up for not blogging cause i'm in kl &amp;amp; my pics have yet to be transferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life without sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was a guy who had been having chronic trouble in trying to get an erection. After weeks of frustration, he finally breaks down and goes to the doctor. The doctor gives him a thorough examination and finally makes the diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there's good news and there's bad news," she says. "The bad news is that the muscles around your penis are deteriorating, and there is no cure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy, on the verge of panic, finally regains his composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what's the good news?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, "There is an experimental treatment available, but there are no guarantees. It involves transplanting the muscles from a baby elephant's trunk into your penis. Would you like to try it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy thinks about it and finally says, "Well, the thought of going through life without being able to have sex is just too much for me. What have I got to lose? Let's do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor performs the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A few weeks later, the guy takes his girlfriend out to a nice restaurant to celebrate his new equipment. While sitting at the table, he feels a stirring between his legs; it gets progressively worse until it reaches the point of being painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking relief, he reaches down and unzips his fly to relieve some of the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his penis leaps free from his pants, slides over the tabletop and grabs a dinner roll, then returns to his pants again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!" says his stunned girlfriend, "That was impressive! Can you do that again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes watering and face flushed, he says, "Probably...But I don't know if I can fit another dinner roll up my ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taken from http://jokediary.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;laugh leh. &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/3983264740693253176-6715767256376666609?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/6715767256376666609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=6715767256376666609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6715767256376666609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/6715767256376666609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-was-guy-who-had-been-having.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-5646680307920050453</id><published>2008-04-28T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:32:58.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AM GOING TO K.L ON A BUSINESS TRIP TOMORROW MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update what i do there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will finally get to meet the Nuffies in KL &amp;amp; bask in Malaysia sun for the next 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sad cause that means i wouldn't get to meet the boyfriend for the next 6 days. :( that's close to a week! Almost like army already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SBVsMs6AmNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o9aUPM0lZa4/s1600-h/SAD_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SBVsMs6AmNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o9aUPM0lZa4/s320/SAD_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194176710710434002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Think i'll go there &amp;amp; buy some card thing to call him cause i don't think i have auto roaming service &amp;amp; it would be too expensive anyway! shall call &amp;amp; check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Admin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;But like Ming said " that's the working world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, i'm going to miss my doggie too &amp;amp; i will miss kickboxing! so many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for a meeting in half hour! TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, &lt;3 Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5646680307920050453?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5646680307920050453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5646680307920050453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5646680307920050453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5646680307920050453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-going-to-k.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp1.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SBVsMs6AmNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o9aUPM0lZa4/s72-c/SAD_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-3203522661798650355</id><published>2008-04-25T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:57:55.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many happenings in just 3 days. okay, maybe it's just me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;met dawn yang for lunch with the bosses &amp;amp; Huiwen ( a part time staff) guess what! the whole luncheon took around 4 hours!! First time! RECORD-BREAKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SBF9S86AmMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3nC_YF-lt0/s1600-h/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193069609875445954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SBF9S86AmMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3nC_YF-lt0/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huiwen &amp;amp; I cosying up in our corner. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boss Stewie, Huiwen &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;Super camwhore time! I was told that in order to be a Nuffie, i have to really cam whore. well, im good at it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you i'm good at it. MUHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful SLCC. Awesome place with CHEAP APPLE CRUMBLE. (i can't help but say it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US AGAIN. i'm really getting the hand of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food was good! Otah-otah was SOLID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While buying APPLE CRUMBLE. teehee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, slcc's apple crumble is the dope. seriously. for $2 a BIG piece, you can really get an orgasm just savouring it. hoho! i'm so going to buy 3 when i go there next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped dinner cause i was really too full. pilates was super fruitful. felt damn good going back to the gym though i was damn lazy that day. At least i worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went for a press conference today. Kisha was there as well. small world! her company was the PR agency in charge of it. Managed to try out the ducktours for free but sadly, cheryl wasn't my tour guide &amp;amp; bear didn't sell me the tickets. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUACK QUACK!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Boss Ming, Boss Stewie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/IMG_2204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Boss Ming, Boss Stewie &amp;amp; Kisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Met Sam &amp;amp; Bear at Plaza Singapura for a gathering but heyheyhey, i was the earliest. we arranged at 5.45 &amp;amp; i was the earliest there at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO CAME THE LATEST. aaah clever.. BEAR LAH. waiting for him for a whole 1&amp;amp;1/2 hours. &amp;amp; to think he claimed that he was flying. must be some lousy paper aeroplane kind of flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner @ manhattan fish market was oh-so-good. serious. great service, great food. :D laughed about stuff &amp;amp; just basically hanging out. that was good enough. took a slow walk to coffee bean next to S.A.M &amp;amp; chatted about F.R.I.E.N.D.S &amp;amp; Southpark. Now i'm addicted to Southpark. (i'm already addicted to F.R.I.E.N.D.S.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, couldn't sleep. Chilled out &amp;amp; waited for the boyfriend till 3am. he came over to hang out a little cause i haven't seen him for 2 days and if i don't see him tomorrow, it would be a whole week not seeing him cause he is working from wed - sun! boohoo :( kindda like army already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of sleep &amp;amp; the next day arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boss Ming's birthday! got him a birthday cake yesterday &amp;amp; i rushed down to PS to collect early in the morning. Managed to surprise him with it but i didn't take pictures. Only took picture of the cake. It was such a coincidence that he tasted the cake before &amp;amp; loves it! :D i have good taste lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/25-04-08_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/25-04-08_1012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whizzed around to bukit timah plaza for lunch in a convertible &amp;amp; i totally felt like a hot babe for the first time. HOHO, with my sunnies on, COMEON, hit on me! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/25-04-08_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh65/theorchid_died/25-04-08_1252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner at boss's house &amp;amp; i helped out with the cooking &amp;amp; preparation. Bootcamp 101, trains you well. now im freaking tired cause i only slept for 2 hours last night. BUT HECK, im going to watch southpark no matter what. TEEHEE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Most photos courtesy of Boss Stewie &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3983264740693253176-3203522661798650355?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3203522661798650355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3203522661798650355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3203522661798650355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3203522661798650355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-many-happenings-in-just-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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://bp2.blogger.com/_RHHvUtlssqA/SBF9S86AmMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S3nC_YF-lt0/s72-c/IMG_2169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-3408068186390198992</id><published>2008-04-23T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:33:43.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tamagotchi  died. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously leh, i fed it, played games with it &amp;amp; it died before i can get the 3rd gen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know how tough is it to raise it up?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i raised it to the 2nd Gen &amp;amp; it just bailed out on me. i'm angry more than sad. &gt;:( now i got to restart it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the bright side, it was a very ugly tamagotchi man. She wears a helmet on her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-3408068186390198992?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/3408068186390198992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=3408068186390198992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3408068186390198992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/3408068186390198992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-tamagotchi-died.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983264740693253176.post-4968510695229197722</id><published>2008-04-23T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:48:47.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>lesson learnt.</title><content type='html'>wow. i love windows vista. no, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, being stupid me decided that "hey! i don't have to bring my notebook charger home"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then me, being careless me decided that " hey! let me do finish ALL my work &amp;amp; not click save throughout the entire process till i really completed it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hohohoh&lt;/span&gt;, guess what happens? The Almighty one came up with a plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LET'S TEACH CHERIE A LESSON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... POOF! there goes my notebook battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOF POOF POOF! there goes my work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if there is only ONE single thing i learnt in my 3 year studies in mass comm, it is to constantly go to the diskette icon and click on it. like CONSTANTLY. maybe every 3 letters typed cause you really don't want to go through all that shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there i am, being so confident that i complete it in time &amp;amp; i really have NO IDEA why i didn't save throughout, sitting there not practicing what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the boyfriend immediately but i ended up having a little tiff with him instead. i feel so bad cause when he was reminding me about the importance of saving my work, i felt as if he was reprimanding me &amp;amp; i got annoyed. boy, my temper is getting very bad. this cannot work. i must attend anger management courses and also "THE IMPORTANCE OF BRINGING CHARGER HOME &amp;amp; AT THE SAME TIME LEARN HOW TO SAVE YOUR WORK" course again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very kind boyfriend still gave me suggestions. he told me to try completing the bottom half of my work so i won't have to rush too much when i go to work in the morning. did it till after midnight while trying to send Timothy my photos which in the end, both of us gave up cause my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Acer&lt;/span&gt; notebook really cannot make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so the story ends like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to office slightly earlier and immediately went straight to my notebook charger &amp;amp; guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING WAS STILL INTACT. LIKE SERIOUSLY. even the websites that i went to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it cool! i felt like a drug addict getting free marijuana during his/her cold turkey process. I felt relieved, unusually happy and relaxed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you vista!!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;(actually i have no idea if it was vista, or the notebook. oh well, it is a HP one. thank you HP too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: Almighty one? you there? I learnt my lesson already! please don't punish me anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-4968510695229197722?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/4968510695229197722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=4968510695229197722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4968510695229197722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/4968510695229197722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/04/lesson-learnt.html' title='lesson learnt.'/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</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-3983264740693253176.post-5792596487606227975</id><published>2008-04-22T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:04:22.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello New Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/go.bml?journal=theorchid_died&amp;amp;itemid=4043&amp;amp;dir=prev"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/editjournal.bml?journal=theorchid_died&amp;amp;itemid=4043"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/edittags.bml?journal=theorchid_died&amp;amp;itemid=4043"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memadd.bml?journal=theorchid_died&amp;amp;itemid=4043"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/tellafriend.bml?journal=theorchid_died&amp;amp;itemid=4043"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/manage/subscriptions/entry.bml?journal=theorchid_died&amp;amp;itemid=4043"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/go.bml?journal=theorchid_died&amp;amp;itemid=4043&amp;amp;dir=next"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my second day at work. I think i can lose a teeny weeny bit of weight working here cause i have to get through a 12 min walk to be able to my office. Aint it great? Suddenly the thought of eating more doesn't hurt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been going well, trying to absorb like a sponge w/o square pants. I think i might just create another blogger account and from now on, this would be my private one! i will be blogging both places but heck, i will try to maintain it. Will blog every morning cause somehow, i always reach earlier than expected. but once the job gets going, i might be a little too busy for this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went waxing @ honeypot yesterday. Totally free but painful experience. the wax wasn't warm enough and my whole leg was like red! it was a trainee waxer with a pro one so yea, a little here and there. I must say though, the trainee have good skills! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazillian wax, full leg and arm wax. i feel so clean.. and cold now. damn those hair. but this is cause i scrubbed myself off the wax. When i came out of Honeypot, i swear i felt like i ran 15km. i was so sticky, my dress kept sticking to my tights cause the wax weren't removed completely. See why i don't spend money doing full leg and arm wax. i kept complaining to the boyfriend the whole day and he did a very simple thing. hold my dress down for me. :D ain't it sweeet.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor boy waited 1 and half hours for me and ended up buying a transformer toy and when he couldn't transform it at night, he called to complain. haha damn cute. Well, i'm already stuck at transforming level 1 ones, i doubt i will ever have the patience to solve a level 3 one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BY THE WAY, does anyone know where i can find transformer plush toy? i think it would be cute to have one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983264740693253176-5792596487606227975?l=theorchid-died.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/feeds/5792596487606227975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983264740693253176&amp;postID=5792596487606227975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5792596487606227975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983264740693253176/posts/default/5792596487606227975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorchid-died.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-new-blog-today-is-my-second-day.html' title=''/><author><name>that girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180240524734984452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
