<?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-8870919</id><updated>2011-06-22T21:02:10.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babelicious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537801528438650723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8870919.post-117275828501033909</id><published>2007-03-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:12:43.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:240%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MOVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://liliesinthesky.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://liliesinthesky.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&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/8870919-117275828501033909?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/117275828501033909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=117275828501033909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/117275828501033909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/117275828501033909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2007/03/movedhttpliliesinthesky.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-117042556789729667</id><published>2007-02-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:14:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weather these days is damn shiok. i can actually survive in my room without turning on the fan or aircon. it's even more shiok over at my grandparents' place. the other night when i stayed over, they warned me not to open both the window and the door because i'll just freeze to death through the night. thinking they were exaggerating, i opened just 3 inches of the sliding window and booooy, it was freezing cold lah! the wind kept howling through the night but i was too lazy to get up and close the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope the cool weather lasts. but i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to swim with dee today but both of us got lazy heh. it was so nice and cold, perfect to laze around in bed. was woken up by ly's sms instead: "aaahhh! i just met jonathan leong!" this week is like jonathan leong week or something. saw him twice in school, strutting around, looking a bit too skinny bahaha. and after not blogging for 7 months, miss lyanna wong revived her blog just to blog about her encounter with him. amazing. champion. she win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the topic of champions, i think porks, gun and i have won the title for champions of not going for elang lectures. sigh. peter &lt;s&gt;pan&lt;/s&gt;tan is just dreadfully boring. and the content is like HUUUH?? it's amazing how he can sound so passionate and earnest about the history of english and yet, it comes out so boring. but he's just so cute. he came into lecture that day (which we amazingly went for but left halfway - hungry laaah! hehh) with his little green, old bagpack slung around his shoulder and in his hand, he carried two little baos! he caught us looking at him and he gave this little boy smile. aiiiyooo so cuuute (cute as in ugly but adorable kinda way haha). i hope he has a happy family and his wife doesn't bully him - he looks so bully-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough talk about him. it's time to listen to all the elang webcasts i've skipped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-117042556789729667?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/117042556789729667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=117042556789729667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/117042556789729667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/117042556789729667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2007/02/weather-these-days-is-damn-shiok.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-117039025846367194</id><published>2007-02-01T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:49:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selamat pagi! Saya sedang belajar bahasa indonesia di sekolah dan menarik sekali.&lt;br /&gt;(translation: good morning! i'm learning bahasa indonesia in school and it's very intersting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yes, school has officially started now that tutorials have kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm willing to pay someone $20 to bid for my modules, then i'm willing to add in another $80 to get my desired tutorial slots. balloting sucked and sucks and will always suck. the trauma we went through just to get that 10-12 bahasa tutorial.... (which we ended up still not getting)shudders. oh well, anything for that 3day week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hereby declare that THIS WILL BE THE LAST ECONS MATERIAL I'LL EVER TOUCH IN MY WHOOOLE ENTIRE LIFE! - written by me on Sunday, October 29, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm glad that the declaration still holds for this sem. it's just new media, bahasa indo, sociology of family, evaluating health claims and historial variation of english. gosh, they're all so diverse and don't seem to be linked to each other. in any case, i think i'm just gonna end up majoring in new media. back to 4-years-ago plan A which i abandoned in favour of JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some random photos which i edited instead of listening to elang webcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated ly's birthday at teoheng! her birthday kicked start this year's "plan your own birthday" theme. we ran out of fun, explosive and interesting birthday surprises so for this year, the birthday girl gets to choose what she wants to do and we ended up at one of our favourite places: TEO HENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unedited version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after yummilicious mala, we sneaked into a neoprint booth and took photos with our own camera! FOC and fun ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-117039025846367194?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/117039025846367194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=117039025846367194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/117039025846367194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/117039025846367194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2007/02/selamat-pagi-saya-sedang-belajar.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-116800907571836766</id><published>2007-01-05T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:57:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bidding truly sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I think Porks and I changed and came up with enough timetables to last us till our third year. Pffff.&lt;br /&gt;I would loooooooove to pay someone to bid (successfully) + come up with a 3day week timetable for me next sem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-116800907571836766?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/116800907571836766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=116800907571836766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116800907571836766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116800907571836766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2007/01/bidding-truly-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-116800749143501584</id><published>2006-12-30T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:49:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most probably the last post of the year since I &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; doubt that I'll be blogging tmr heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful and brilliant year, what with the 8 months break after the dreadful A's. It was especially a year of first time-s: setting up an online business with the girls, going overseas (Hong Kong and Taiwan) with ly and porks - last year's batam not counted cos it didn't involve an aeroplane haha, spreeing online (this invention rocks, makes buying things from overseas so much cheaper!) working with adorable kids (meeh I miss Noah, Celeste and the twins), relief teaching at Coral Sec, giving tuition, learning how to use the lighter (haha! not really, since I cheated and used the simpler kind), bidding for modules (major PUI!), studying in uni, being horribly sick during an exam (miraculously, I scored an A- for SSA and B for SEA. Thank you God sooooooo much! Truly a miracle) and lastly, going on a holiday with dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas a great year indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a greater year ahead, cheeeeers! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-116800749143501584?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/116800749143501584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=116800749143501584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116800749143501584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116800749143501584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/12/most-probably-last-post-of-year-since.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-116620386400388156</id><published>2006-12-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:31:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th of Dec marks the weirdest exam experience in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I was sick like shit. I think it was a mix of lack of breakfast, my leaky nose, giddiness and the effect of taking medication that made me felt pukish during both papers. So what the hell, I really wrote shit. My head was on the table 3/4 the time and I think I wasted more time wiping my nose than writing. But while "writing", I found myself praying and praying and praying so maybe a miracle might pull through? I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, there was this 45min delay to the start of our SSA paper so instead of having a 2-hour break before our SEA paper, we only had a 1hour break. But for some strange and amazing reason, the school felt that they need to "compensate" the 1 hour they ate up so they allowed the 3 of us to take our SEA paper at a later time. And so began our little adventure. We were &lt;strong&gt;chauffeured&lt;/strong&gt; to the cultural house (which looks nothing like the old nus buildings), had a huge meeting room to ourselves, had lunch served to us for free, had people running around taking tissue paper for us, opening the curtains for us in case it was too dark to us to study, then chauffeured to another venue for us to take our paper privately. It was such a weird experience. In porky's words, if only I wasn't feeling sick, I would have enjoyed it a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh so this horrible/weird exam experience marks the end of sem1! Wooohoooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-116620386400388156?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/116620386400388156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=116620386400388156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116620386400388156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116620386400388156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/12/4th-of-dec-marks-weirdest-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-116481032171718345</id><published>2006-11-29T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:27:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Three down, two more papers to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before our Econs paper, guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;WETSEAL HAD A SALE!&lt;br /&gt;Woohoooo! A bit of online retail therapy was realllly good.&lt;br /&gt;Until it came to a point where I was a tad stressed about which top to get.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many! And all were going for US$10. So cheap! Compared to F21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/36829064100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/372634093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/37107802850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/370476413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/3718831375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, choosing really sucks! I finally settled on the first top while Dee and Porks got the last two tops respectively. All so nice! If only I had more money, I would have bought two! Pui, but gotta save money for BATAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time EVER, Dee's going on a holiday with us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-116481032171718345?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/116481032171718345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=116481032171718345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116481032171718345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116481032171718345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/11/three-down-two-more-papers-to-go-just.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-116446623270332569</id><published>2006-11-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:54:29.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Pu Yao Hai Pa - Wang Li Hong&lt;br /&gt;dont be scared... hmmmmmm considering the fact that the soci paper is the day after tmr and i havent started memorising all the definitions (70++!!!), suuuuuuure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Miss Popular - M2M&lt;br /&gt;bahahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Candy - Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwww, shall just ignore the fact that most of my friends love eating and focus on the fact that they think i'm sweet&lt;br /&gt;(i really have such cheesy pop songs in my ipod ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Where We Belong - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;erm, i guess that's a yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;angel of mine - Monica&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Linger - The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Let's Stay Together - Trenyce&lt;br /&gt;awwwww, i miss my sac girls =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Silent Night - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Pure and Simple - Girl Thing&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaah i agree, i definitely have the greatest bunch of friends =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;恶作剧 prank&lt;br /&gt;now i'm scared, considering the fact that i'll be spending it with the chen sisters and dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;All I Want for Christmas - Britney&lt;br /&gt;haha yeaah i want many stuff for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Breath of Heaven - Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;i agree i agree! i love them many many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;拜金女孩 material girl - 7F&lt;br /&gt;haha i agree! been shopping too much online, and since we'll be heading to batam after exams, i'm gonna need more money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Loving Me - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;oh man, such a sweet song that will become bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Cai hong Tian Tang rainbow paradise - liu geng hong (?)&lt;br /&gt;hehehh more appropriate for porks ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Safe in a Crazy World - Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;that's comforting heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting Love - Jamie Cullum&lt;br /&gt;eh seriously, i didn't cheat!! the ipod really played this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Night - Nsync&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm it could go both ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;When a Woman Loves a Man - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;听妈妈的话 - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA oh my gosh, i really burst out laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl - Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'll be having a little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-116446623270332569?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/116446623270332569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=116446623270332569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116446623270332569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116446623270332569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-116420554034009585</id><published>2006-11-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:33:29.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I have decided to rebond my hair after debating over whether to perm or rebond it.&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is, what length should I cut it? Uploaded 3 photos so you all can vote (idea stolen from christine chen chairman heheh) via the tagboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for some strange reason, my hair only looks neat in photos taken with the SAC gang so all the photos have them in it! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/hair1.jpg"&gt;PHOTO 1 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/hair2.jpg"&gt;PHOTO 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/hair3.jpg"&gt;PHOTO 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-116420554034009585?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/116420554034009585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=116420554034009585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116420554034009585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116420554034009585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-so-i-have-decided-to-rebond-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-116213939144231727</id><published>2006-10-29T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:37:23.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahahahahahaha I'm baaaack! Decided to revive this defunct blog cos I've realised that I have a really sucky brain that forgets things very easily, especially when it comes to significant (not THAT significant to my brain huh) stuff. Thus, this blog shall serve as my diary/photo log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I blogged, I've started uni and bidded like siao/suffered many heart and anxiety attacks to get my 2-days alternative week. Sounds amazing ah, really hope we'll get this kind of timetable next sem and for many more sems to come! And because the 4 of us are in all the same modules, we don't really break out of our tiny clique and make friends. How tragic. Ok lah, so there ARE a handful of friends around but it's different from sec/jc days when you're stuck with the same bunch of people for at least 2 years. In uni, you only see them once every 2 weeks and this goes on for less than 4 mths before a new sem starts and you get new classes. How to be buddy buddy with people like that?? We're so pathetic hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my previous posts and in every 3-5 posts, there'll be a post complaining about Econs. And guess what one of my five modules is! Yes, it's the DREADED YUCKEEDOOO ECONS! It's all gunniee's fault, she and her passion haha. Ok lah, not really her fault since there were no other modules that could fit into our lovely timetable but she snidely sneaked that thought into our heads! In any case, I hereby declare that THIS WILL BE THE LAST ECONS MATERIAL I'LL EVER TOUCH IN MY WHOOOLE ENTIRE LIFE! I hope I didn't just jinx myself heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I'm quite tired of my ramblings. Im such a lousy blogger, tire so quickly. Photos time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the year when I turn 19 and my friends sneak and whisper around me, planning my birthday. It's so much more fun to plan someone's birthday instead of not knowing anything. Maybe that's why I tried means and ways to get one of them to let slip the surprise. In the end, it wasn't just one who let slipped parts of the surprise but it was THREE of them! Wahahaha booboo to gun, dee and porks!&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, they were supposed to surprise me at the Zoo but since gun and dee boobooed the location to me, I was spared to evil blindfold! heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our long and trecherous journey to the zoo, we were introduced to dee's new and ugly pet, Igee the sloth. And because we &lt;em&gt;loooooove&lt;/em&gt; Igee so much, we had a competition for the most loving shot with Igee. Igee was so wonderfully popular that a SBS uncle who drove past stopped the bus, shouted through the bus door and asked where we bought Igee from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But due to his over popularity, eveeeeeryone was fighting to hold Igee and in the midst of a struggle, Igee flew from our hands, landed on the cold hard floor of Ang Mo Kio MRT station and...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute of silence from everyone, Igee was stuffed back into gun's bag and our adventure at the zoo began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lovely picnic the girls prepared! old school food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us with the lovely and cute train driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revival of Igee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the penguin section, one of us realised that the penguins actually do look like Igee! And so out came Igee to meet his fellow friends and indeed, they were incredibly happy to see Igee! This whole big flock of penguins would follow wherever Igee went, if Igee went up the glass, the whole flock of penguins' eyes would follow Igee up! Damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the grand finale. They blindfolded me to Harbourfront and I think I spoilt part of their surprise when my nose detected the smell of Harbourfront hahaha&lt;br /&gt;In anycase, they collaborated with Zhisheng and the grand finale was a cable car ride with him! The ride was fun, scenery was just so-so, motionsickness was slowly overtaking me - I don't understand how anyone can skydine on the cablecar, it's so shaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for more recent photos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the dreadful Elang test &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was really dreadful so we decided to treat ourselves to a porridge buffet at Suntec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor gunniee, her lovely photos exposed all over the web. Haha but I chose the not-so-bad ones just in case she kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, bullied by us haha. We stole her bag from her toilet cubicle and left her talking to herself in the toilet. We then left her bag in the middle of nowhere and went to hide. Poor gun, she looks so traumatised in that photo haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUUUUM look at all that food!&lt;br /&gt;And just after two rounds within 1 hour, we were damn full! And it was only 12 in the afternoon! So where else can we head to at 1pm but..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 solid hours of Wang Li Hong and Jay Chou in a row. It was at the 3.5 hour that we finally moved on to English songs haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee and I searched the whole room for the missing microphone and guess where we found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PORKY CHEN'S BAG!!! She's so gross lah! Trying to steal the microphone! Tsktsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is a really long post considering the fact that I haven't blogged for more than 5 months&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-116213939144231727?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/116213939144231727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=116213939144231727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116213939144231727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/116213939144231727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/10/wahahahahahaha-im-baaaack-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-114684775111843331</id><published>2006-05-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:49:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://edens-rose.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BKBM Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-114684775111843331?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/114684775111843331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=114684775111843331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114684775111843331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114684775111843331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/05/bkbm-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-114596299625060708</id><published>2006-04-25T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:41:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a long while!&lt;br /&gt;have been so occupied by relief teaching, tutoring, kumon-ing and beau monde projects that i have forgotten all about this poor li'l blog.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining, kinda enjoy doing them.. well, maybe except tuition heheh. my tuition kid is just... URRRRGGGHHH. (i mean she doesn't know how to pronounce words like burglar and decidED and can't spell experiment even though this word appeared in her science textbook like what, 75873247329 times??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coral has been quite fun and well, enriching.&lt;br /&gt;it's not everyday when you learn that sec 1(13-YEAR-OLD) - sec 5 boys still play catching in class.&lt;br /&gt;what to do if they don't listen? well, join them then.&lt;br /&gt;not in catching lah, but just sit there and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and it's really funny and bewildering as to how the students think that porks and i are sisters.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahhahahahahahha oh puhleeeese do we even look remotely alike??&lt;br /&gt;and and and!! punggol is no longer safe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;porks stayed over the night before pigpig's bday and we thought it was safe to venture out in safe, li'l ulu punggol in our maid wear ie biiiig biggg teees and ratty shorts.&lt;br /&gt;but we were horribly wrong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this sec 4 boy came up to us a few days later - with this total i'm-so-sniggering-but-i-shall-be-discreet face - and told us that he AND HIS FRIENDS saw us at punggol plaza!!&lt;br /&gt;-faints and dies- there goes our reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the business side, our first beau monde project has gone rather well!&lt;br /&gt;made a 3-figure sum profit so i hope the future and upcoming ones will do even better!&lt;br /&gt;do support us =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving you with some random photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HONG KONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/9a81fa25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fantastic hong kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/8eda9a9c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/461c2c25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a satisfying esprit spreeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/ff444524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainbow steps at langham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/8ed5cf25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who we bumped into! candyce from project superstar haha - couldn't resist taking a photo with her even though i forgot her name at that point of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/60046428.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummilicious ice cream in that crazy freezing weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PIGPIG'S BDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/55c56ad5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigpig's bday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/2ff0108e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise no 1! you're on the viking! not a boat to pulau ubin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/af5d0074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/bb47ebba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise no 2! rooftop garden party! mam, we are at your service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/5107de7b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise no 3! pigpig's beloved ECONS TUTOR! wahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/f3e51763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigpig with her tutor's super cute doggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last but not least, the grand finale, surprise no 4, a romantic trishaw ride with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/eb2d8c23.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-114596299625060708?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/114596299625060708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=114596299625060708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114596299625060708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114596299625060708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-has-been-long-while-have-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-114287066027262405</id><published>2006-03-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:04:20.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super tiring day!!&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to Coral Sec after they woke me up at 7.45.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed some more when I couldn't find a replacement for my night shift at CC.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to abandon porks, ly, pigpig and ame, rushed home in a cab, grab my uniform from my daddy and ruuuuuuuushed again to harbour front.&lt;br /&gt;And I was so sleepy laah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go collapse and die now.&lt;br /&gt;Night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-114287066027262405?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/114287066027262405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=114287066027262405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114287066027262405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114287066027262405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/03/super-tiring-day-rushed-down-to-coral.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-114268295191065147</id><published>2006-03-18T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:57:19.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/beaum0nde/sgst7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling a pair of Levi's 577 for only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$35&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I got this off someone from sgst at a similar price and I'm selling it because 25's not my size.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the description as provided by the previous owner:&lt;br /&gt;Size: Tagged as: 25", Length: 32". Low-Rise, Straight Cut pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody interested? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-114268295191065147?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/114268295191065147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=114268295191065147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114268295191065147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114268295191065147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/03/selling-pair-of-levis-577-for-only-35.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-114155689051519215</id><published>2006-03-05T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:23:28.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;P O 1 5 8 schedule (1 month late eh?)&lt;br /&gt;6/3: 54 work, 59 work, 60 work 6-10, 62 work 7-11&lt;br /&gt;7/3: 54 work + kumon, 59 work, 60 tuition, 62 work&lt;br /&gt;8/3: 54 work, 59 work, 60 Crystal's bday at teoheng =)&lt;br /&gt;9/3: 54 work, 59 work&lt;br /&gt;10/3: 54 work, 59 work + church camp, 60 tuition (reschedule!!) ** Teoheng - Chinese Songs Day ;)&lt;br /&gt;11/3: 54 kumon, 59 church camp, 60 kumon&lt;br /&gt;12/3: 54, 59, 60 stayover at 54's + christine jiejie bbq, 62 work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/3-16/3: HK!!!!!!!!! (we'll miss subject 62 loads!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;for my results. Even though BBC might be average, I was really expecting a DEO or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;for the wonderful, miraculous 4-grade jump for my Econs. I have NEVER, EVER smelt a pass for that irritating subject but God blessed me with a B. Wow. Up till now, I still find myself taking out the result slip to check if that B is really there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;for my Lit grade. Was super duper worried about this subject, esp Paper 1 since my average grade for that paper in JC2 was an O or E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;for my studying buddies aka BKBM - Dee, Ly and Porks. Our results (esp Dee's heh) are able to prove to everyone out there that studying out in groups aren't neccessarily a bad thing ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-114155689051519215?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/114155689051519215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=114155689051519215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114155689051519215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114155689051519215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/03/p-o-1-5-8-schedule-1-month-late-eh-63.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-114114842678117466</id><published>2006-03-01T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:40:26.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D-day tmr, D-day tmr, D-day tmr, D-day tmr, D-day tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh this is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;If Miss K sends a message before the results saying that it's not a 100% pass for lit, I'll panic. Like seriously panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of nervous gas in me during work today.&lt;br /&gt;Was grinning like a stupid retard during the first 2hours because I was just so bloody uptight.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to watch what I say here cos MR FAUZAN is reading this and he's just gonna make fun of whatever I say here during work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO MR FAUZAN aka blog stalker!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booboo I can't believe I'm working tomorrow. Aaaahh, it's just like O levels, where Joyce, Crystal and I rushed to work after collecting our results.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I'll be going to work happily, the way I went to work 2 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-114114842678117466?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/114114842678117466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=114114842678117466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114114842678117466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114114842678117466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/03/d-day-tmr-d-day-tmr-d-day-tmr-d-day.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-114036009987615335</id><published>2006-02-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:44:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BKBM's online shop is officially open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beaum0nde.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/beaum0nde/banner1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit it and be a dear by linking us up with one of the banners =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 more weeks to our HK trip!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so excited that I actually had 2 dreams about it last night.&lt;br /&gt;Hohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping that the results will not dampen our spirits, bleeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Jonathan has officially gone mad (only TWO teachers on the busiest day??), my Wed afternoons and nights might actually be free.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna miss the kids so so sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;Especially Noah. My goodness, if you told me 2 months ago that Noah was going to be the one I'll miss the most, I would have laughed my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, with his SUPER high-pitch number-counting voice and his inability to tell the difference between "sweet" and "juicy" after I have repeated "juicy" 20times, strangling him would have been a better option.&lt;br /&gt;But after his loud, open acknowledgement of me (that boy is known for not talking at all except when he has to count numbers/read his homework) and the little conversation I had with him that day.... whoa, that boy can really make my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh and now I probably will not be teaching majority of the pre-schoolers anymore cos I don't teach them on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Biiiig BOOBOO to Jonathan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-114036009987615335?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/114036009987615335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=114036009987615335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114036009987615335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/114036009987615335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/02/bkbms-online-shop-is-officially-open.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113920417822078206</id><published>2006-02-06T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:36:18.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout, inspired by my email address!&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Taggie's back! -clap clap clap-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113920417822078206?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113920417822078206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113920417822078206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113920417822078206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113920417822078206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-layout-inspired-by-my-email.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113837668302329628</id><published>2006-01-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:44:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting quite worried about my eating habits and weight.&lt;br /&gt;You see, every morning, I wake up at 10+, 11am, laze around and wait for lunch time to come by because there's either no food at home or I'm too fussy.&lt;br /&gt;This means that I have effectively missed the most important meal of the day! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time comes along. I eat. But there are exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1: swimming and tanning with Dee. That means I only eat at 2+, 3+.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2: I have work at either Kumon or Coffee Club which usually start between 4-6. So if I have my lunch at 12+,1+, I won't have any appetite for "dinner" at 4+.&lt;br /&gt;And because I work through dinner time, this means that I don't eat dinner at the proper time!&lt;br /&gt;Even if I do eat dinner, they aren't exactly full, proper meals because my stomach simply isn't used to being stuffed with food at 11pm (doesn't really help by the fact that I probably "filled" my stomach with junk food cooked by the Coffee Club cooks during work time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;How to put on weight like this???&lt;br /&gt;And my meal times are so screwed, I think I might get my gastric spells again.&lt;br /&gt;BOOBOO!&lt;br /&gt;How now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our HK trip has been booked! Clap clap clap!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry Liz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Just pray that our results won't be coming out like the day before or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, Denise and Lynda: Thank you for scouring TM for my lighter! You guys are so sweet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113837668302329628?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113837668302329628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113837668302329628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113837668302329628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113837668302329628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-getting-quite-worried-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113808432474071495</id><published>2006-01-24T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:32:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/pic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl looking pretty in her maid wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tianyu&lt;/strike&gt; Lyanna giving &lt;strike&gt;Dangou&lt;/strike&gt; Andrew Wang Zi a kiss in one of the scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/pic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113808432474071495?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113808432474071495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113808432474071495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113808432474071495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113808432474071495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-ly.html' title='Happy Birthday Ly!!'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113750461912791939</id><published>2006-01-17T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:15:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P O 1 5 8 schedule&lt;br /&gt;16/1-22/1&lt;br /&gt;mon: 54 work 59 work 60 swimming, work 62 swimming, work&lt;br /&gt;tue: 54 work 59 work&lt;br /&gt;wed:54 work 59 work 60 work 62 work&lt;br /&gt;thu: 54 ly's bday planning 59 work 60 ly's bday planning 62 baking, ly's bday planning&lt;br /&gt;fri: 54 work 59 work 60 flute lesson&lt;br /&gt;sat: 60 work 62 work **** LY'S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AT PULAU UBIN!!&lt;br /&gt;sun: 54 church 59 church 60 church 62 church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Night shift at Coffee Club + same shift as Dee + Shirley as supervisor = A LOT more fun than the day shift when the restaurant is usually full.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was super duper slack with less than 20 customers at Coffee Club.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, including the kitchen staff, was hanging around the bar counter, eating the fries and beef bolognese with fried fish which the kitchen staff very nicely offered to cook, laughing at Dee's burnt face, eeee-ing over Chai's burst blister and playing with Dee's aloe vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way! I was at the MOE website (don't ask why heh) and guess who I saw on the layout?? Esther Lai!! Hohohoho you all should check out her photo ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113750461912791939?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113750461912791939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113750461912791939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113750461912791939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113750461912791939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/01/p-o-1-5-8-schedule-161-221-mon-54-work.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113689961667723032</id><published>2006-01-10T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:28:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Psychology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Psychology&lt;br /&gt;major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="92" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="8" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hohohoho if only I can get into Psychology. But apparently you need Math so baaaaaaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty obvious why the science-y stuff are right at the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I mean in the first place, I don't even see how engineering can be more exciting than let's say.. teaching kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(one BOOBOO point for me heheheh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113689961667723032?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113689961667723032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113689961667723032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113689961667723032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113689961667723032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-scored-as-psychology.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113682522213212631</id><published>2006-01-10T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:57:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;P O 1 5 8 sched&lt;br /&gt;9/1-16/1&lt;br /&gt;mon: 54 work 59 work 60 work 62 work&lt;br /&gt;tue: 59 church meeting 62 work; BKBM outing/Lyanna's birthday planning #God-knows-how-many&lt;br /&gt;wed:54 work 59 work 60 work 62 work&lt;br /&gt;thu: 54 work 59 work 60 out with mum 62 work&lt;br /&gt;fri: 54 work 59 work 60 flute lesson&lt;br /&gt;sat: 60 work 62 work/church (59 &amp; 62: going out?CONFIRM AGAIN:D)&lt;br /&gt;sun: 54 church 59 church 60 church 62 church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sole purpose of blogging today is to declare my utmost, deeeeeepest respect for Math teachers.&lt;br /&gt;After marking 3 students' Sec 1/2 Math homework today, I really really wanted to die and I gratefully accepted the new pile of English assignments from Anne.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how Dee can revive her love for Math from all the crazy 28x&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 +&lt;/span&gt;(x&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;y)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can totally feel myself going cross-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God those 3 students had neat handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;So how on earth do these Math teachers do it??&lt;br /&gt;100 over assignments to mark assuming they each teach 3 classes and half of the students have horrible handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;Craaaaazy.&lt;br /&gt;Question of the year: so how on earth did Mr Robb mark all of 3/4 + 3/5 +3/7 assignments within 1-2 days?&lt;br /&gt;I salute all you Math teachers out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna concuss now. 9 hours worth of Kumon is really madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to BKBM tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I still can't use the damn lighter. It's getting quite worrying haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113682522213212631?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113682522213212631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113682522213212631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113682522213212631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113682522213212631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/01/p-o-1-5-8-sched-91-161-mon-54-work-59.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113628557207942118</id><published>2006-01-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:55:49.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;P O 1 5 8 schedule(2/1-8/1)&lt;br /&gt;MON: 60 work 62work&lt;br /&gt;TUES: 54 work 59 work 60 work 62 work/church&lt;br /&gt;WED :54 work 59 work 60 work 62 work&lt;br /&gt;THU:59 work 60 work 62 work&lt;br /&gt;FRI :54 work 59 work 60 work 62 work/dinner&lt;br /&gt;SAT:59 church 60 work 62 work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be busy this week with work everyday up till sat.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm planning to start flute lessons this sunday. crap, now i gotta find time (which should be quite easy heh) and the willingness (which probably won't be easy) to go all the way down to PS to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work at kumon: packing assignments&gt; mind-numbing. packing the shelves&gt; tiring. marking homework&gt; able to feel my brain degenerating. but working with the kids definitely offsets all the suck-iness. they're all so adorable!! they do the cutest things and say the sweetest things in their little high pitch voices. it's so fun just sitting there, watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work at coffee club: tiring. and really boring when there are no customers. but it's a lot more fun working with dee. heheh so from now on, deedee, wo gen ding ni le ;) heh kidding, that sounded so psycho and... PORKY CHEN-like! -screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which. i really need to learn how to use the lighter!!! almost got into trouble with this customer who got pissed because i didn't light up their chocolate fondue. heheh thank god dee was there to help me by listening to the guy's complains while i hid in a corner (well, not literally).&lt;br /&gt;best thing was, after his endless complains, he ended up with a wet crotch cos he spilled water all over himself. WAHAHAHA. and he was wearing beige pants! hohohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. that isn't the main point. the main point is, i REALLY need to learn how to use the lighter!! aaahh!! but i'm scared of fire. and i can't possibly ALWAYS avoid serving the fondue right? unless someone knows of somewhere that sells lighters where the fire erm, "shoots out" faaaar away from the finger? heh, you know, not those kind where you have to turn the bloody roller thingy and then press the whatever it's called. fire's too close!!&lt;br /&gt;right. so if anyone knows, please help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113628557207942118?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113628557207942118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113628557207942118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113628557207942118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113628557207942118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2006/01/p-o-1-5-8-schedule21-81-mon-60-work_03.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113491971018946251</id><published>2005-12-18T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:28:30.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings from Hong Kong!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn cold here that my family has resorted to buying gloves.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha such losers! Nobody else is wearing gloves!! My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Food has been great so far (duh!) - Porks! I had my first round of xiao long baos!! Even took photos for you ;)&lt;br /&gt;And thought of dearest Ly as I ate my porridge!&lt;br /&gt;And of course Dee when I saw the WZBQW DVD. Only $25!! Should have gotten that huh? Poopoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I'm off now. Other hotel guests are waiting for the comp. And I'm hungry!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the shops are not closed yet.. But it's 11.30pm.. Pui..&lt;br /&gt;See you all sooooon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113491971018946251?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113491971018946251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113491971018946251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113491971018946251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113491971018946251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/12/greetings-from-hong-kong-its-so-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113438897314161487</id><published>2005-12-12T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:59:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna start work at Coffee Club tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;-screams-&lt;br /&gt;Dee and I are on different shifts!!&lt;br /&gt;-screams-&lt;br /&gt;That means I will have to walk into coffee club alone!!&lt;br /&gt;-screams-&lt;br /&gt;Who on earth am I supposed to look for??&lt;br /&gt;-screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a horrible nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113438897314161487?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113438897314161487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113438897314161487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113438897314161487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113438897314161487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-gonna-start-work-at-coffee-club.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113328581471950732</id><published>2005-11-30T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:41:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout featuring Kahlen (from America's Next Top Model)!&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty pleased for managing to restrain myself from making a SJH/Dang Ou/MingDao/WZBQW layout heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A levels have ended.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;Think the realisation hasn't really set in yet.&lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking that I have to study.&lt;br /&gt;But the realisation that I DON'T have to study anymore is such perfect bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, no more links, tagboard, photo links etc cos... weeell, while I was making the layout, I completely forgot about leaving space for those stuff so, erm, yeah. No more all that. Wanna tag, use the comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I'm speaking incoherently. Shall blog another time.&lt;br /&gt;cannot.function.at.1am.in.the.morning.&lt;br /&gt;Bataaam here we cooome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113328581471950732?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113328581471950732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113328581471950732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113328581471950732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113328581471950732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-layout-featuring-kahlen-from.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-113223793445170023</id><published>2005-11-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:05:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little tribute to the man who has been...</title><content type='html'>... sending my dearest BKBM friends and myself into a frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;How we'll&lt;br /&gt;rush home after a paper to watch him on TV,&lt;br /&gt;abandon our studying spot at the airport (and betray the BKBM pact) and end up house-hopping just so that there'll be a tv in front of us by 7 o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;melt at his *twitch twitch, i'm gonna smile* smile and his outstretched arms to ask for a hug,&lt;br /&gt;cry and sniffle at his heart-wrenching, oh-soooh-sweed words,&lt;br /&gt;fight over who he belongs to (erm, that's between Dee and Porky, I'm not involved ;) )&lt;br /&gt;And the ultimate: how we almost changed our after-exams schedule to fit shanjunhao-watching into our schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;I can so totally imagine this in my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;In ten years time, the 4 of us are gonna sit around some table and laugh at how crazy we are right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/shan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/mingdao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha. Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more papers = 9 more hours of crap.&lt;br /&gt;then it'll be over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-113223793445170023?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/113223793445170023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=113223793445170023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113223793445170023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/113223793445170023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/11/little-tribute-to-man-who-has-been.html' title='a little tribute to the man who has been...'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112930251940345020</id><published>2005-10-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:06:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought my prom dress!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112930251940345020?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112930251940345020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112930251940345020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112930251940345020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112930251940345020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-bought-my-prom-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112851730967762070</id><published>2005-10-05T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:07:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/neoprint7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life has been generally a-ok even though studying is taking up all my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to thank God for giving me the results which I prayed for (except for Econs  and Lit but oh never mind).&lt;br /&gt;And the wonderful friends he has given me.&lt;br /&gt;Especially on my birthday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame, Ash, Dee, Liz, Ly, Pigpig and Porky:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so so so much for the memorable journey of memories/adventure on my birthday! (except for the chinese bit. For the benefit of a certain blind porky chen, &lt;strong&gt;I DID NOT LIKE THE CHINESE BIT&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the perfume.&lt;br /&gt;And the ban mian.&lt;br /&gt;And the tehcino at simpang.&lt;br /&gt;And the teo heng.&lt;br /&gt;And the delicious feast at 85.&lt;br /&gt;And the yummylicious tiramisu (thanks to Ly).&lt;br /&gt;And the great company.&lt;br /&gt;And porky for embarassing herself for the sake of entertaining us.&lt;br /&gt;And the stayover.&lt;br /&gt;And to Dee for the gorgeous earrings and holder-thingy ;)&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, Denise, Dy, Jiaxuan, Joyce, Sue:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for C-Jade.&lt;br /&gt;And the yummylicious almond-apple cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;And the fun company.&lt;br /&gt;And Sims2!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the Birkies.&lt;br /&gt;And the yummy Mac fries and McSpicy Double.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was just a meal at Macs, it didn't matter cos I still had a great time&lt;br /&gt;(and it fulfilled my Mac fries craving - eating BK fries almost everyday for 1month is no joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the mugging begins.&lt;br /&gt;In exactly 50 days, this nightmare will be over and we can all embark on fulfilling our dreams and fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/neoprint7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear BMBK girls, here's to Batam, Hong Kong, $50 Levis jeans, pretty prom dresses, Polo tees, cheap seafood, dimsum, DISNEYLAND, GuessWho?, authentic Hong Kong porridge, hearing Porky's name being called out over the airport tannoy to retrieve her lost passport and all the fun we'll have after this =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 50 more days of BK and BanMian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112851730967762070?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112851730967762070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112851730967762070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112851730967762070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112851730967762070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-has-been-generally-ok-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112687611970093677</id><published>2005-09-16T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:07:55.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the first time I've ever cried over an exam.&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe how I felt after the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Heartpain.&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Self-reproachment.&lt;br /&gt;Shock.&lt;br /&gt;Porky and I, we had 20 beautifully written, super detailed Econs essay outline.&lt;br /&gt;If only we didn't listen to him and focus on those topics (which did not come out at all) and abandon our outlines which he deemed 'useless' and 'sure won't come out one'.&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo. Forex and market structure??&lt;br /&gt;Should have worked harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of time we spent on Econs and the essays..&lt;br /&gt;All we wanted was a pass.&lt;br /&gt;A pass we have never gotten before -sniffsniff-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112687611970093677?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112687611970093677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112687611970093677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112687611970093677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112687611970093677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-marks-first-time-ive-ever-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112636627917380381</id><published>2005-09-10T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:09:53.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oooh ooh ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="249" src="http://annasuibeauty.com/site/images/page_secret_wish_01.jpg" width="435" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what I found at my short little shopping trip at Holland V.&lt;br /&gt;Anna Sui's Secret Wish!&lt;br /&gt;Looove the smell =)&lt;br /&gt;And the packaging's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;And and and!!&lt;br /&gt;I want the new Ipod Nano!&lt;br /&gt;And and and!&lt;br /&gt;I need a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;Boohoohooo.&lt;br /&gt;My trusty li'l camera for the past 3 -4years has finally failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must be blogging a lot for Joyce to think that prelims are over.&lt;br /&gt;Julie's Random Theory II: Julie blogs more during exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's pretty much entitled to have a super bratty and greedy-ish entry&lt;br /&gt;since she spent 3hours++ studying lit without talking more than 10 full sentences to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Ask Dee.&lt;br /&gt;Think Julie scared her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112636627917380381?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112636627917380381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112636627917380381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112636627917380381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112636627917380381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/09/oooh-ooh-ooh-look-at-what-i-found-at.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112618173942276936</id><published>2005-09-08T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:11:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie's Random Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want to know whether your friend's boyfriend is a gentlemen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: You are entering the lift/boarding the bus/going through a door with your friend and her boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Scenario 1: Your friend goes up/in first. The boyfriend goes up/in right behind her, leaving you to hold the lift or door for them.&lt;br /&gt;Significance? He's probably not a gentlemen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Scenario 2: Your friend goes up/in first. But the boyfriend steps aside and allows you to go first.&lt;br /&gt;Significance? He's probably a gentlemen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Such a nonsense theory.&lt;br /&gt;But it popped into my head when I was doing Production &amp;amp; Cost at 6.30 am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Well, mine's probably not one since he finds great pleasure in making sure I get off the bus last.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet of him that evil goon hohohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.&lt;br /&gt;Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.&lt;br /&gt;The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is always looking for the connections in life.&lt;br /&gt;You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.&lt;br /&gt;You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.&lt;br /&gt;You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side.&lt;br /&gt;Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's back to Mistaaa Napoleon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And a day of tuition and hopefully xiao long baos tomorrow =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dododoododooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112618173942276936?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112618173942276936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112618173942276936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112618173942276936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112618173942276936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/09/julies-random-theory.html' title='Julie&apos;s Random Theory'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112593232815129467</id><published>2005-09-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:58:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seven things that scare me&lt;br /&gt;1. Not having You in my life&lt;br /&gt;2. Losing my family&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing my boyfriend and girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;4. Failing my Alevels (or not doing well enough to get to wherever I want to)&lt;br /&gt;5. Horror/Supernatural movies/stories&lt;br /&gt;6. Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;7. Econs notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I like the most&lt;br /&gt;1. My family, boyfriend and girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;2. Music and books&lt;br /&gt;3. Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;4. Money =)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nice surprises&lt;br /&gt;6. Holidays&lt;br /&gt;7. Beautiful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven important things in my room&lt;br /&gt;1. The aircon&lt;br /&gt;2. TV&lt;br /&gt;3. Computer&lt;br /&gt;4. Internet connection&lt;br /&gt;5. CD collection&lt;br /&gt;6. Whatever money I have&lt;br /&gt;7. Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about me&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't get fat no matter how much I eat (which is irritating, really)&lt;br /&gt;2. I can play the flute&lt;br /&gt;3. And do those church tambourine dances&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm rooting for Ireland in the up-coming 2006 World Cup&lt;br /&gt;5. I have 149 people on my MSN list (150's the max) but I only talk to 1/4 of them&lt;br /&gt;6. The first book I ever cried over was A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;7. I drink with two straws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;1. Get married&lt;br /&gt;2. Plan a wedding (or more) for somebody&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel to as many places as possible&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell everyone whom I love that I love them&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch the sunrise &amp; sunset and go stargazing&lt;br /&gt;6. Give my loved ones something to brighten up their day and remember me by&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can do&lt;br /&gt;1. Cry over the same movie 5times&lt;br /&gt;2. Design&lt;br /&gt;3. Be organised&lt;br /&gt;4. Be sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;5. Be nice (hohohoho)&lt;br /&gt;6. Laugh till I cry&lt;br /&gt;7. Plan/organise birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can't do&lt;br /&gt;1. Run long distances&lt;br /&gt;2. Get an A for Econs&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat prawns, cheese and drink milk&lt;br /&gt;4. Whistle&lt;br /&gt;5. Draw&lt;br /&gt;6. Skate&lt;br /&gt;7. Take the Viking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I say the most&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;3. haha&lt;br /&gt;4. Funny ah&lt;br /&gt;5. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;6. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;7. Heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celebs that I admire&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;2. Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;3. Angelina Jolie (hmmm both of them together huh? heheh)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;5. David Tao&lt;br /&gt;6. Jim Carrey&lt;br /&gt;7. Quan Yifeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people who will have to do this (ok Liz tagged most of the people I wanted to tag)&lt;br /&gt;1. Zhisheng&lt;br /&gt;2. Joyce&lt;br /&gt;3. Crystal&lt;br /&gt;4. Dyan&lt;br /&gt;5. Liz (I shall be irritating and make you do a THIRD one! hohoho)&lt;br /&gt;6. YOU!&lt;br /&gt;7. YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112593232815129467?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112593232815129467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112593232815129467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112593232815129467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112593232815129467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/09/seven-things-that-scare-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112506192697475271</id><published>2005-08-26T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:12:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;History mock today was baaaad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Questions were relatively easy but I couldn't write any substantial essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;That just shows that I need to STUDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want money and I want to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1. Necklace - $15-$25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2. Birkies - $89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3. Sims 2 - $54.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4. Wacom Tablet - $ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5. Ipod Mini - $3xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;6. Sims 2 University - $4x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112506192697475271?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112506192697475271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112506192697475271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112506192697475271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112506192697475271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/08/history-mock-today-was-baaaad.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112493391413690936</id><published>2005-08-25T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:43:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Of all the things I've believed in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I just want to get it over with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tears form behind my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I do not cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Counting the days that pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I've been searching deep down in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Words that I'm hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;are starting to get old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It feels like I'm starting all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The last three years were just pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I still get lost in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And it seems that I can't live a day without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To a place whereI am blinded by the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;But it's not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to want everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and nothing at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I want what's yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and I want what's mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I'm not giving in this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I will lie awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You're my shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Goodbye to You by Michelle Branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tomorrow's the (unofficial) last day of school =)&lt;br /&gt;And our last day as a class of eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/friendster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112493391413690936?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112493391413690936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112493391413690936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112493391413690936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112493391413690936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-all-things-ive-believed-ini-just.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112455442394071778</id><published>2005-08-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:32:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream-like week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[edit] Refer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundofmysoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blog for a more comprehensive guide to amanda the goon's adventures [/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sleeping 6hours a day is so not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Zhisheng in town at 6 last night&lt;br /&gt;so when I got home from school at around 4, I realised I could afford a 15-30mins nap.&lt;br /&gt;But what happened?&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sleeping til 6.30!!&lt;br /&gt;That means my alarm rang from 4.30-6.30 without me hearing anything!&lt;br /&gt;Craaazy.&lt;br /&gt;And I missed today's utopia mock exam!&lt;br /&gt;Paper started at 8 and I only woke up at 8.40.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;And I really wanted to have that practice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition at mac was weird too.&lt;br /&gt;Pigpig was possessed by the porky-spirit, which is seriously scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"I'll surely get in (to Campus Superstar) lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I mean I have all the superstar qualities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*with a SUPER DUPER smug look* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Some more I so pretty!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And she almost robbed the poor whitesands toilet of its toilet paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-faints-&lt;br /&gt;And porky has an admirer aka the Whitesands mac manager.&lt;br /&gt;(check him out marn, he's &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; hot sniggersniggersnigger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hi, can i maDe friends with u??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;number: 8*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;xxRyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We've got our future mapped out if we fail our A's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Porky and I will open a wedding-planner shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We'll be the wedding planners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ame will be our in-house photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ash will be our wedding singer/entertainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Liz will be our legal consultant/lawyer to patent our ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And pigpig will blow balloons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Good plan eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have this sudden urge to play Sims2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I don't have the programme -pouts-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112455442394071778?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112455442394071778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112455442394071778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112455442394071778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112455442394071778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/08/dream-like-week.html' title='a dream-like week'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112329547496929561</id><published>2005-08-06T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:31:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was looking through the sites on my Favourites.&lt;br /&gt;These are the kind of stuff I wanna do/learn.&lt;br /&gt;(click for full image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/palmsofbutterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/autumnwhisperlings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blog3s.jpg" 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/8870919-112329547496929561?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112329547496929561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112329547496929561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112329547496929561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112329547496929561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/08/was-looking-through-sites-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112316655505676222</id><published>2005-08-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:21:51.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What a week it has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;All the sleepless nights, anxious phonecalls, heartpain, tears, shock, rushed-homework, late-night house visiting, helplessness and heart-to-heart talks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It sucked for all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;All culminating into this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Really pray that next week would be a better week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And that the week will end off nicely tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You'd do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;To make them understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Have you ever had someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Steal your heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You'd give anything, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;To make them feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And you don't know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(we'll be here for you friend, you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112316655505676222?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112316655505676222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112316655505676222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112316655505676222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112316655505676222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-week-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112048780251971950</id><published>2005-07-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:09:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/622/1600/blog12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/622/400/blog12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da birthday girl on her way to her 'surprise'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/622/1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/622/400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at the kbox place aka the cheat-your-money place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/622/1600/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/622/400/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dim sum geeers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-112048780251971950?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112048780251971950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112048780251971950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112048780251971950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112048780251971950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/07/dees-birthday.html' title='Dee&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-112039470865033761</id><published>2005-07-03T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T20:45:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheeee look who's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after typing that sentence, I've lost all urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ooops?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/622/1600/tonghua.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7318/622/400/tonghua.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet lyrics (a bit on the cheesy side heh), sad-sounding tune and an even sadder music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like that li'l message from the owner of Anake restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;-wink wink-&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a day of kboxing tomorrow!&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/8870919-112039470865033761?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/112039470865033761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=112039470865033761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/112039470865033761'/><link 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practice.&lt;br /&gt;But I need time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;The HTML coding and all gave me a headache so I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111837506544259486?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111837506544259486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111837506544259486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111837506544259486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111837506544259486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111797205905013765</id><published>2005-06-05T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:41:53.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9e8662;"&gt;Can someone explain to me how&lt;br /&gt;a headache and a swollen eye&lt;br /&gt;equate to being&lt;br /&gt;PREGNANT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one hell of a paranoid doctor lah.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I was so shocked by that question.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how Ame felt haha.&lt;br /&gt;I think we went to the same doctor my dear pizza friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topshop sale was quite fun =)&lt;br /&gt;Felt overly overwhelmed when we first stepped into the shop.&lt;br /&gt;So many brightly coloured clothes and frenzied ladies/girls/aunties rushing towards them.&lt;br /&gt;And I got the Topshop version of Birkies!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha so cheapskate eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9e8662;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9e8662;"&gt;5times cheaper than Birkies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9e8662;"&gt;But they looked nice anyways.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9e8662;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9e8662;"&gt;Mine looks something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9e8662;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birkenstock.com/shared/productimages/large/0040911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111797205905013765?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111797205905013765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111797205905013765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111797205905013765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111797205905013765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/06/er.html' title='Er.'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111771845517581041</id><published>2005-06-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:29:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I hate it when I have my period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cos my mood will swing from Pasir Ris to Boon Lay and right back to Pasir Ris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sometimes it'll take a coffee break at City Hall and then it'll start swinging to wherever it wants to go. (Period makes me say stupid stuff because all the blood goes down there and not to the brain.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's irritating how I get affected by small, little things that people do, whether it's intentional or unintentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As put by Liz, I'm tired of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wanna escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jump onto a plane and flllly away to some foreign land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I need a vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Technically, I DO have one right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I can't enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's so depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All these teachers going "Oh, you &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; afford to go overseas. Yada yada yada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thank God for Topshop/Topman's member sale tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Shall enjoy that few hours of retail therapy with Ly, Liz and possibly Dee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nobody shall and will annoy me/piss me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I just found out why I haven't been receiving emails for the past week or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cos my stupid filter was set to high mode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rolls eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sorry Sarah, could you send me that email again? wahahahaha&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/8870919-111771845517581041?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111771845517581041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111771845517581041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111771845517581041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111771845517581041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-it-when-i-have-my-period.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111744921087827334</id><published>2005-05-30T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T18:37:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm officially brain-dead after 6 hours of GP and Lit p8 today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was SO horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Only had 6 hours of sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AND we had the exams in the super hot and humid classrooms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;with the fans droning above me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and the tiny water sprinkler making psst psst noises outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday marked the 5th time that I watched Armaggedon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also the 5th time that I cried over the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But the amount of tears have decreased lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm not such a crybaby k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ok, actually I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tear so easily. Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Should I join the Hangten t-shirt design competition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haha in a desperate bid to build up my portfolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I wanna go shoooping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do you think Birkenstock's taking part in the GSS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111744921087827334?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111744921087827334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111744921087827334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111744921087827334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111744921087827334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-officially-brain-dead-after-6-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111720270980332403</id><published>2005-05-27T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:10:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Haha, the past two days were dedicated to love-the-school activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Went for the choir concert yesterday with Ame, Ash, Liz, Pigpig, Porky and Theo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was not bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Would had been better if certain MJCians observed some proper concert etiquette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It's a choir concert at Victoria Concert Hall, not a bloody Jay Chou concert at the Indoor Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anywaaays, walked a veeeeeery long walk to the jazz bar after the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Our heels were killing us lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ended up at coffee bean and was cheated off my sunrise cos a certain porky didn't want to help me buy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And THEN! Was cheated once again by the silly pigs' 'reverse psychology' and ended up at simpang bedok at 12midnight to eat yummy-licious prata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And it was the historical soccer match the night before (er, no I'm not talking about the Liverpool vs AC Milan match).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MJC BEAT VJC!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Not bad eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We, the little nimkamputs with only 2years of history actually beat defending champions VJC and other schools like NJC and RJC =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wooohoooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was damn exciting lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cheered like mad in our little corner (faaaaaaar away from the loud drums and pails), like we just got tripleAs for our Alevel results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And the MJC crowd was mad I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;For the entire 2 1/2 hours, they were cheering &lt;strong&gt;non-stop&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The most nerve wrecking part came when it boiled down to a penalty shootout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So there we were, holding our breaths and holding our hands together as we watched the players take their turns one by one. (Aman almost broke me and Porky's hands lah haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And when the last MJC player scored the deciding goal, it was pure euphoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All of us were jumping around, hugging each other as if we were the ones playing haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;This also marked another historical moment: &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; sang the school song for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And we got a full day off today, thanks to the soccer boys =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;They played really really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, was supposed to study today at starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We ended up at downtown east to play pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But those anal people wanted to check our IC and pigpig didn't bring hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fine, so we decided to play Xbox instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Another bunch of anal people wanted our IC again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fine, bishi bashi then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But one of my buttons wasn't working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So I lost quite a number of games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fine, time for bowling then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We almost died when the lady asked us for our IC &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thank god it was just for the student rates thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So that went well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But Liz ended up with an one-side-cramped butt, Ame feeling uncomfortable all over and me with a stomachache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;By then, we concluded that God really wanted us to study haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111720270980332403?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111720270980332403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111720270980332403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111720270980332403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111720270980332403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/05/haha-past-two-days-were-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111677528593007098</id><published>2005-05-22T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:24:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please, don't come looking for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when your other friends have abandoned you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when your other friends don't need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when your "busy" schedule (which &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to have in the first place) allows you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I don't want to feel used anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm sick of that feeling everytime you come looking for me when there's no one else for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And don't you dare give any stupid excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To those friends who actually do care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;don't worry, I'm feeling perfectly fine. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just read something which triggered off this small li'l emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It'll go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cos this person isn't important anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;June holidays, come quick!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111677528593007098?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111677528593007098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111677528593007098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111677528593007098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111677528593007098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/05/please-dont-come-looking-for-me-when.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111608250069833185</id><published>2005-05-14T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:57:35.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bleh, today's "family reunion" didn't materialise cos Ame couldn't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hope it'll happen soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss the seniors so much =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So it was out studying (more like catching up on homework) with Ly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Had a huge shock today cos I realised that we have to study &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;43&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; topics for History by the end of June for midyear exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And that's history only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Aaaahhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's time to studdddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;While doing our homework, we kinda planned our trip to Hongkong (March '06).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hopefully it'll be a double-date-ish trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All the shopping, food, shopping, food and shopping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now we just gotta persuade our parents yeah? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Talked about prom too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;No idea where to get my dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I really, really don't wanna end up in an exact same dress as some other girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That would be dreadful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I hope Fullerton's food is yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Right, not like anyone will care on that night itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But it's &lt;em&gt;95&lt;/em&gt;bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My mum almost flipped (cos it's 10times more than what we paid for Sec4 Grad Nite) when I told her the price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Can you pay for the deposit? Then I'll pay for the remaining 60bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum: Where are you going to get the money? Rob ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Save lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum: Dont' you have to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: I'll eat... cheaper food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mum: *after 5 seconds* Aiyah, I'll just pay for everything. You just concentrate on saving for your HK trip. Wait you grow too skinny and disappear how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Awwww. I love my mummy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Shall not ask her for my Birkies anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I shall continue to attempt to save. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111608250069833185?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111608250069833185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111608250069833185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111608250069833185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111608250069833185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/05/bleh-todays-family-reunion-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111571877151667613</id><published>2005-05-10T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:18:56.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;They always put me in such a happy mood.&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas festive is always so filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;And the songs just bring out the joy and love in me.&lt;br /&gt;Psycho Julie.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Christmas songs in &lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the songs, I'm also in a creative mood.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like making pretty, funky, sweet stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, if only Spotlight was downstairs my house.&lt;br /&gt;And if only I was good with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;So sad, I'm only good with the computer mouse but not my hands.&lt;br /&gt;And the last two sentences just sound so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Oh weeell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birkenstock.com/shared/productimages/large/0043681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh god. This is so pretty. But will I get bored of it really fast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birkenstock.com/shared/productimages/large/0343571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue one's pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://papillio.birkenstock.com/shared/productimages/large/0343441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://papillio.birkenstock.com/shared/productimages/large/0186701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More butterflies here. But it's so chunky with all 3 straps. And I have small feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birkenstock.com.sg/imgs/products/sandals/florida454051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks nice. But can't see the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;It has been 8 months and my plans to save for Birkies hasn't started yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'll save 50 bucks and then something else comes along and poor li'l&lt;br /&gt;Birkies is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for drastic measures.&lt;br /&gt;Which involves my favouritest person in the world: mummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mahahahahahahaha.&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/8870919-111571877151667613?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111571877151667613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111571877151667613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111571877151667613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111571877151667613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/05/christmas-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111556064452725309</id><published>2005-05-08T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:07:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Puking out laksa is the most disgusting thing I've ever done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I shall never, ever eat laksa again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That burning sensation that still lingers in the throat after puking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And.. argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Shall not describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Even the pigs - who laughed at poor me and Lizzie when we got food poisoning from Sakae while they didn't - got food poisoning too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;How disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Seriously, I would rather have gone for sports day than puke my stomach out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And avoid that silly escapade from Mr Pang and 10over MJCians at Compasspoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yay, the thought of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Saturday luncheon with seniors, Lyanna and Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. shopping at Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. the wonderful worship service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;long weekend&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;[I got cheated, it's next next Monday, not next Monday =( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;shall sustain me through this horrible week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111556064452725309?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111556064452725309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111556064452725309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111556064452725309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111556064452725309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/05/yucks.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111492241725602955</id><published>2005-05-01T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T12:48:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/Image010copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss K: Oooh that's an interesting pencil case&lt;br /&gt;Porky: HEHE, yeah it's a shoe&lt;br /&gt;Me: No shit, porky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/DSCF0024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic sotong look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/orientationdesign1.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="click for larger image" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/orientationdesign1copy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation shirt design. I should get royalties man. Haha. And to think I had to buy one for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/45banner.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;4/5's national day banner which won 1st place! I'm still amazed at how gorgeous it looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111492241725602955?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111492241725602955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111492241725602955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111492241725602955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111492241725602955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/05/miss-k-oooh-thats-interesting-pencil.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111469665493436288</id><published>2005-04-28T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:57:34.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Added more photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/index.html?id=2127904523"&gt;Pigpig's birthday part 1 - at Escape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/index.html?id=2127904488"&gt;Pigpig's birthday part 2 - at lizzie's place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/index.html?id=2127904054"&gt;Pigpig's birthday part 3 - shooooping!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/index.html?id=2127500700"&gt;Jac's farewell lunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111469665493436288?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111469665493436288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111469665493436288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111469665493436288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111469665493436288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/added-more-photos-pigpigs-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111468345213519483</id><published>2005-04-28T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:17:32.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok I'm bored and I don't wanna do my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm proud of the fact that I survived school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The disgusting compre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My blocked nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rushing to finish Madam's endless list of work in the library with Ash and Aman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;kancheong&lt;/em&gt; scramble to get 40 bucks to repay the very-annoyed Mr Pang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(thank you Ruffles. You saved our life heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Kissy baby" and shit-inducing ricola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;All these small little things that add that little excitement to my mundane school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm so pathetic haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Friendster-surfing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;More like photos surfing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's quite fun and well, enlightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ack. All these photos are putting me in a taking-photos mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lizzzzzie! My photo-partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The girl who is always up and ready to take photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aka the camera whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do you know that for this whoooole entire week, I've only seen her once in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cos it's either she's absent or I'm absent heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Miss you babe, let's take photos tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok, my brain has turned wonky, mushy and fried (if that's possible) with all the medication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111468345213519483?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111468345213519483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111468345213519483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111468345213519483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111468345213519483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-im-bored-and-i-dont-wanna-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111452196662688021</id><published>2005-04-26T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T21:36:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Will someone just chop off my nose and my throat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My nose simply refuses to stop leaking and my throat was so swollen yesterday that I couldn't swallow properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The result? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I ended up talking (whispering actually) in porky's annoying accent cos I couldn't move my tongue properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And that evil woman actually called me so that she could laugh at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You wait ah, Aunty Porky, you wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The medicine doesn't work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;-sniffles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;the whole packet of lozenges is gone but my throat still feels like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And I can't concentrate on my work properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Every 3 minutes, I'll be reaching out for a new piece of tissue paper and that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SUPER distracting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ok shut up Julie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Stop whining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I shall now proceed to seek solace in Madam's delightful set of homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111452196662688021?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111452196662688021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111452196662688021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111452196662688021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111452196662688021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/will-someone-just-chop-off-my-nose-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111408465881698034</id><published>2005-04-21T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:16:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You matched the following traits:&lt;br /&gt;Stylish - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about his appearance.&lt;br /&gt;Religious - Faith matters to you. It is the foundation that you build your life upon. You trust that God has a plan for you.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic - You know exactly how to melt your date's heart. Romance comes naturally to you and is an important component of any relationship you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Top Ten Traits, Ranked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stylish&lt;br /&gt;2. Religious&lt;br /&gt;3. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;4. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;5. Liberal&lt;br /&gt;6. Shy&lt;br /&gt;7. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;8. Funny&lt;br /&gt;9. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;10. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You match with men who have following traits:&lt;br /&gt;Religious - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values. You believe that a religious person can enhance your life.&lt;br /&gt;Conservative - Forget liberals, you need a conservative match. Political discussions interest you, and a conservative will offer the viewpoint you need.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic - You need someone with a traditional understanding of romance. A true romantic is a must-have in any potential date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits, Ranked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Religious&lt;br /&gt;2. Conservative&lt;br /&gt;3. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;4. Stylish&lt;br /&gt;5. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;6. Shy&lt;br /&gt;7. Practical&lt;br /&gt;8. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;9. Funny&lt;br /&gt;10. Athletic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;http://www.datingdiversions.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111408465881698034?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111408465881698034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111408465881698034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111408465881698034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111408465881698034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-dating-personality-profile-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111382592483959953</id><published>2005-04-18T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:11:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm tired of you getting all the credit that should had been shared between both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the work and hours I put into it, I'm only seen as the "assistant"&lt;br /&gt;while you are the one in charge who does &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Your loud character just drowns out small little me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why you are THE one while I'm just in the background, forgotten and unappreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On a brighter and happier note, I did relatively well for PW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Relatively well" cos according to Joel's blog, MJ got an aggregate of 94% of Bands 1 and 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So my grade's nothing special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh well, but I'm really, really glad and thankful to God for a 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pigpig's birthday surprise on Saturday was a success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We blindfolded her (so she wouldn't know where we were bringing her) from her place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and took a cab down to Escape Themepark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then, we immediately put her on the Inverter and only removed her blindfold when the safety "belt" was down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The horror!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To think that silly girl thought we were bringing her to Pulau Ubin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I simply love the go-kart rides and alpha 8, though the latter left me with a blue-black on my thigh and a backache heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After that, we went over to Lizzie's place and surprised her with a brownie covered with pretty M&amp;amp;Ms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And we took many, many silly, nonsense photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After both cameras ran out of battery, we spend 4 hours just sitting at the poolside gossiping like nobody's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If your eyes were twitching that night, we just might had been talking about yooouuuu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-winks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pigpig's celebration continued on Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The four of us (me, birthday girl, Liz and Ame) went shopping in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and we tried on many clothes and took photos in the Zara fitting rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha all that girly fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And of course, neoprints and Ame's sultry look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-sniggers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shall post photos up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear me, I think we took close to 100 photos within two days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Talk about camera whores ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA DEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And thank you Crystal for allowing us to use your house, oven and mahjong set! =D&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/8870919-111382592483959953?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111382592483959953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111382592483959953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111382592483959953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111382592483959953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-tired-of-you-getting-all-credit.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111347898771536610</id><published>2005-04-14T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:44:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Childish.&lt;br /&gt;Used.&lt;br /&gt;Silly.&lt;br /&gt;Angry.&lt;br /&gt;Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Yucky.&lt;br /&gt;For Liz and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply detest that quasi-condescending tone.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm just a kid who do not understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;We're not passing a judgement here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just INFORMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have my actions made you think that I'm capable of "passing judgements" just to make you think badly of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this has not been blown out of proportion or over, as put by porky.&lt;br /&gt;Cos it has nothing to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;It has come down to our friendship&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/8870919-111347898771536610?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111347898771536610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111347898771536610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111347898771536610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111347898771536610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-feel-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111323392288263205</id><published>2005-04-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:56:13.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Heh. Wanted to blog about the whole econs "fiasco" here&lt;br /&gt;but since my darlings have already done so (very detailed ones I must say),&lt;br /&gt;I shall just conserve my energy yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Cannot waste too much calories ya know -wags finger-&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I agree with all their feelings/thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://iliveforhim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://love-ashley.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundofmysoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Porky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But I just want to add that it's really unfair and unprofessional of her to degrade us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The seating arrangement: fair enough. Our fault for our lousy attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But is it our fault that we are slightly slow when it comes to numbers and doing math because we haven't touched any of it for the past 2 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;No, I believe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So I don't see why it's "not her fault" when it comes to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Shouldn't a teacher help the students instead of publicly embarrassing them in front of 300 over students?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Thank God good teachers like Mr Pang and Madam are still around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You know it's really sad how someone (let's just say it's a her) loves a person so much,&lt;br /&gt;that she can't see what that person is really like?&lt;br /&gt;That her friends can't bear to tell her what they know about that person.&lt;br /&gt;Cos they know that she simply won't believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense." "Biased." "Rumours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth will break her.&lt;br /&gt;But that person she's in love with is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;So should her friends tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's weird how some people can just change to become your very closest friends or drift apart in a span of say few weeks."&lt;/em&gt; - lizzie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Weird and really sad, especially if that friend of yours was a close friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And it comes to the point that she only comes and sit with you when the friend(s) she hangs out with is absent or not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh oh sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well. There's nothing to look forward to anymore. Looking forward to Pigpig's surprise birthday outing this sat. But what happens after that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111323392288263205?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111323392288263205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111323392288263205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111323392288263205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111323392288263205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111288300784546996</id><published>2005-04-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:14:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahlao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wahlao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Had food poisoning for the past 2 days thanks to Sakae Sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wahlao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Their service damn lousy lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Stupid manager kept staring at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Like we were going to steal a truckload of sushi out of the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wahlao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry lah. We were eating plates after plates of beans like nobody's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's cos we wanted to fart in your face, see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wahlao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the stupid school changed our timetable lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wahlao,wahlao, wahlao!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok. Are you getting irritated? Cos I'm getting irritated and disgusted myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To think I go through all these &lt;em&gt;wahlaos&lt;/em&gt; almost everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-shakes head-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shall go off now to pack my stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Staying over porky's place tomorrow after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111288300784546996?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111288300784546996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111288300784546996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111288300784546996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111288300784546996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/wahlao.html' title='Wahlao'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111262192774215887</id><published>2005-04-04T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T21:40:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Just got back from Chinatown with Liane, Ruffles and Benson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Accompanied Ruffles to collect the Werk magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;His poems and story are in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And in return, each of us got a magazine from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guess how much the magazine is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70 friggin bucks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My gawd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But it's so cool I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I've never seen such a magazine like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The company actually sells clothes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;They're all gorgeous in their own quirky, unique ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Saw this really nice white formal top with red and black words splashed onto the back of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;GORGEOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But it's 700 over bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And while we were there, we spoke to Ruffles' uncle aka the boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;We (Benson and I) might actually have a chance to get an internship there after A's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yipeee yipeee yipeee yipeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I even don't mind not getting paid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I just want the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hope it'll work out *prays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;If not, I guess I'll have to try my mum's advertising company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I shall leave you with Werk's website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.workwerk.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;http://www.workwerk.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111262192774215887?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111262192774215887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111262192774215887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111262192774215887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111262192774215887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-got-back-from-chinatown-with.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111237046197506213</id><published>2005-04-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:52:35.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sotong with chilli sauce, rapusa and sieewwww huuaaaaa~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ok, so the awful week is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the teachers will stop griping about the block test now that we have gotten back most of the scripts.&lt;br /&gt;And I have officially O-ed the econs paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Was hovering at a hopeful 48% (E, ie a PASS) until I got back the case study section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHLAAAAAT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a 37%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISGUSTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff that happened this week which are worth remembering (so that we can laugh at our silliness in years to come, while playing with THE same ol' deck of daidee cards):&lt;br /&gt;1. The PCCG adventure thanks to a certain individual's huge urge to watch Homerun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pigpig's unforgettable sotong face. BLOOOOOP.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Unofficial Charades Championship: The Attached vs The Bacherlorettes.&lt;br /&gt;4. *porky aka rapusa aka sieewwww huuaaaa~~~'s excited voice which was filled with triumph* Rapusa Rapusa..Let down ur hair!!&lt;br /&gt;5. The highly frightening witch-like "Lockkkk a byeeeee Ameee onnn e TLEEEE topp...", courtesy of Aunty Rapusa. Poor, poor Ame.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Beeecaaause offf yoouuuuuuu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111237046197506213?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111237046197506213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111237046197506213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111237046197506213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111237046197506213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/04/sotong-with-chilli-sauce-rapusa-and.html' title='sotong with chilli sauce, rapusa and sieewwww huuaaaaa~~~'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111210163690732784</id><published>2005-03-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:19:55.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hmmm wonder why I've been in such a blog-able mood these days.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, all my blog entries are short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The returning of scripts continued today.&lt;br /&gt;GP essay was nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Econs was worse.&lt;br /&gt;9/25 for essay.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad that I passed my MCQ and part (a) of the essay.&lt;br /&gt;Such small little things but they still manage to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;Shows how bad my econs is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout.&lt;br /&gt;So yucky.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like one of those super amateur designers attempting to look.. well,&lt;br /&gt;then again,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;em&gt;never mind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to pigpig's brilliant memory, we have resorted to charades to entertain our no-daidee days heh.&lt;br /&gt;At least Ash and Ame get to play =)&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the guessing and acting part.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious to see aunty porky's face everytime I give her a new category to act out.&lt;br /&gt;It ranges from Nanyang Optical to Harbourfront to The Garfield Show.&lt;br /&gt;Haha me and my weird topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Gotta start on econs TYS.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh. I recommend 'You Were Meant For Me' by either Jewel or Bellefire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Goodybyee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111210163690732784?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111210163690732784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111210163690732784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111210163690732784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111210163690732784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm-wonder-why-ive-been-in-such-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111201705483331823</id><published>2005-03-28T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:47:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Got back my history block test paper today.&lt;br /&gt;Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;The SEA radical and democratic/conservative and elitist question: did that cos I did an essay map for it beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;Had all the perfect examples.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pang said it was really wasted cos my organisation was wrong. If not for that... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;IR question: only wrote 1 and a half side cos I didn't study that topic properly.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I scrapped a 12 for that.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Mr Pang's biting comment which hit home.&lt;br /&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit teachers were really pissy today.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how badly we did.&lt;br /&gt;3 lectures of "bashing" in a row with Lit being the worse.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I managed to dig out the old fashion-designing model template that was given in Sec2.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lizzie can start drawing pretty pretty dresses tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our 1 year anniversary today =)&lt;br /&gt;Love you babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111201705483331823?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111201705483331823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111201705483331823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111201705483331823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111201705483331823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-back-my-history-block-test-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111182618104179338</id><published>2005-03-26T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:49:51.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff Part III</title><content type='html'>1. Mr Pang sounds really weird on Breeze.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; sing 'Love Will Lead You Back' on American Idol/Singapore Idol. For the past few seasons, whenever a contestent sing this song, she will be eliminated the following day (Mikalah Gordon, Carmen Rasmusen, Jeassea from Singapore Idol and I can't remember who's the other one). Great song though.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111182618104179338?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111182618104179338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111182618104179338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111182618104179338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111182618104179338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/random-stuff-part-iii.html' title='Random Stuff Part III'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111159442332842544</id><published>2005-03-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:17:37.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, block test is finally over. Somehow it felt like some major examination. In a way it is I guess. Went over to Pigpig's (amanda) place yesterday after the lit paper to play some daidee. Ended up staying over with Liz and Ame. 'My Melody' game is so fun! Me wanna play some more =) Went to 85 for supper. Yummeh yummeh. And silly Ame fell asleep waaaaaay before any of us! That silly goose was saying how we shouldn't sleep early and do something interesting since it's rare that we get to stay over. Look what happened. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEARH. I'm tired. And lazy to type. Busy day tomorrow. Out with Liz, her brother, Pigpig and Ame and then to celebrate Sue's birthday. Can't wait =) Sucky entry. Pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111159442332842544?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111159442332842544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111159442332842544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111159442332842544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111159442332842544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/yay-block-test-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111115063823195817</id><published>2005-03-16T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:57:18.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know how with each song, you attach a certain memory to it? Like how the fast-tempo Beauty and the Beast reminds me of studying in school late at night with Dy and Jac. And the silly bubble-tea incident with Liane's juniors. Yeah, 2 years ago but that was the first time I heard that song. =) Aah those were the days. Just dug out my old Westlife and Bardot CDs to transfer into my MP3/Discman. So nostalgic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bleh wanted to blog so much just before I signed in. Now, my mind's just a blank. Shall just go back to studying. And dig out more old CDs to listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111115063823195817?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111115063823195817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111115063823195817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111115063823195817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111115063823195817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-know-how-with-each-song-you-attach.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111072272176468150</id><published>2005-03-13T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:14:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first haircut-disaster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did a very very very silly thing yesterday. I went to cut my hair!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, it was supposed to be a trim. But apparently, the lady doesn't understand the meaning of a trim. So now my hair's short. Coupled with a too-layered fringe and wavy hair, my hairstyle's disgusting. So now my pink hairband's my best friend. But it makes me look like a sec 2 kid. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;And CP has a photoshoot tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My sense of timing rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;And my nose is dripping like a tap again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a depressing child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111072272176468150?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111072272176468150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111072272176468150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111072272176468150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111072272176468150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-haircut-disaster.html' title='My first haircut-disaster.'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111038186413342413</id><published>2005-03-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:32:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTIIEE VOTE VOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yay, CP's website got shortlisted for the best CCA website. Ok, shameless plugging here. Please vote for College Publications yeah? Thank you very much =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mjc.moe.edu.sg/cca.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.mjc.moe.edu.sg/cca.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn, stupid Crystal's going to Hongkong! *whines* Haha you lucky girl, make sure you go to all the nice nice places and buy all the cheap cheap clothes and eat all the yummy yummy things yeah? But you CANNOT put on any weight cos you have to be my fellow skinny friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can't wait for March 2006!! Then it'll be MY turn to go (shopping) mad in Hongkong. *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111038186413342413?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111038186413342413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111038186413342413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111038186413342413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111038186413342413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/votiiee-vote-vote.html' title='VOTIIEE VOTE VOTE!'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-111002301546875823</id><published>2005-03-05T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T19:43:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daidee Championship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Oh dear me. The 4 of us - aunty porky, lizzie fizzy, lim xiao ben (pigpig) and myself - are officially addicted to daidee! I think the word 'addicted' is totally an understatement. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Compulsively addicted&lt;/span&gt; should be a better phrase haha. After our block test we HAVE to stay over at someone's place and have a daidee marathon k?? (like on wed/thurs when everyone else still has tests going on) For more details on the Daidee Championship, kindly proceed to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundofmysoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;aunty porky aka my dear alliance's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yesterday marked the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; end to Chinese in my whole entire life mahahahahahaha!! I got a C5! Whoopeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-111002301546875823?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/111002301546875823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=111002301546875823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111002301546875823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/111002301546875823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/daidee-championship.html' title='The Daidee Championship'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110985711415752972</id><published>2005-03-03T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:38:34.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthdaysss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OOPSIE!! Looks like my aim to wish everybody whom I know a Happy Birthday online didn't work out huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;Deeenise: sorry I couldn't make it for your celebration babe! You know I still love you =)&lt;br /&gt;Crystal: hope you enjoyed your surprise party! Btw, did I tell you that the lesbian survey thing was all a scam?? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110985711415752972?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110985711415752972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110985711415752972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110985711415752972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110985711415752972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthdaysss.html' title='Happy Birthdaysss'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110959722826926685</id><published>2005-02-28T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:27:08.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9933CC;"&gt;1. It FINALLY rained in Punggol (yesterday and today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC3399;"&gt;2. I have a blocked nose so I can't exactly smell the fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933CC;"&gt;3. And the blocked nose is making my ears a little blocked too so pardon me if I'm hearing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC3399;"&gt;4. My blog is boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933CC;"&gt;5. But I don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC3399;"&gt;6. Cleared the 10-storey high worth of notes/readings and filed them nicely into my super-big files = whoopee, I finally have space/am motivated to do my homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933CC;"&gt;7. My daidee alliance with king/queen porky rawks! Hello asshole liz and pigpig =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC3399;"&gt;8. Lizzie and I have a very bimbotic GP presentation to do tomorrow. But it's nice ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933CC;"&gt;9. CIP-ing again this saturday! Mahahahaha which brings my total CIP hours to about... 25-30hours?? Oh dear. But that's only 1 point. Ack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC3399;"&gt;10. According to Mr Lee, today is the first day in 2005 (besides first day of school) that 04A202 had a full attendance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933CC;"&gt;11. Speaking of that. HELLO mah dears. When are we spending the CoffeeBean vouchers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC3399;"&gt;12. I need to do my tutorials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933CC;"&gt;13. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC3399;"&gt;14. What a nonsense entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9933CC;"&gt;15. And an equally nonsense blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110959722826926685?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110959722826926685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110959722826926685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110959722826926685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110959722826926685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/03/random-stuff-part-ii.html' title='Random Stuff Part II'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110921390961497675</id><published>2005-02-24T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:21:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bleeeeeh. The Punggol air's making me feel more sick. Silly me, I thought the bad air was coming from Tampines/Pasir Ris' bush fires. But when I was watching the news last night, apparently Punggol has the highest rate of bush fires. And then, they showed a mini-clip of firemen putting out the fire and at the back of it all, I saw a glimpse of my building! My ugly green, yellow and white building! Bahahahaha. So there has been bush fires occurring at the field right next to my building and I didn't even realise. So smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I miss the fresh air so much. The nice, scenty evening breeze, please come back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to watch Hide and Seek with Ash and Ame yesterday before rehearsal. It was really nice, I recommend it to all. Well apart from a few exceptions (refer to my pretty royal red and golden notebook) - "wahlao. wase my seven-fity only lorzz." Also stopped by Toys'r'us after the movie which resulted in an incident whereby Ame ran out of the shop as if Charlie the madman was chasing after her with the bloody knife. *sniggers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3-days "holiday" for us MJCians. Time to catch up with Econs and History homework. And start studying for block test. How fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;More neoprints from CIPday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/neoprint4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/neoprint3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110921390961497675?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110921390961497675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110921390961497675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110921390961497675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110921390961497675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/02/bleeeeeh.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110864173128716160</id><published>2005-02-17T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:02:11.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#AB3456;"&gt;Today was a bad bad day for me and Lizzie. Tsk tsk. I wanted to surprise dear with a bottle of Versace Blue Jeans perfume cos he ran out of it so I happily went to buy it. And then what happened? The bloody glass bottle dropped outside Mini-Toons when I took the container (which contains the bottle) out of my bag and broke. Was so annoyed with myself. 30 bucks went POOF! just like that. Got even more annoyed when I went home and discovered that it was actually the shoplady's fault cos she didn't cover the cap of the container properly. That was why the bottle came flying out of the container when I took it out of my bag. ARGH. Stupid attitude face lady. Never mind. Smart me came out with an ingenious idea to exchange for a new one and dear's gonna carry it out for me tomorrow. Mahahaha hope it works! *prays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9034AB;"&gt;Anyways. The three of us went to Spotlight after a series of unfortunate events (which involved my perfume, a neoprint machine, smelly girls and Lizzie's boyboy). Spotlight oooh spotlight. It never fails to get my money out of my wallet. The 3 of us has decided to start a notebook/letterbook each and we're gonna add fun and funky stuff into it. So exciting! (haha bimbo alert!) Got nice and pretty materials for it. Can't wait to start making it heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4D659C;"&gt;Shall leave you with the neoprints we took =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/neoprint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/neoprint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110864173128716160?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110864173128716160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110864173128716160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110864173128716160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110864173128716160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-was-bad-bad-day-for-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110854537306433020</id><published>2005-02-16T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:21:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know of someone who:&lt;br /&gt;1. is super competitive and does/says things to make him/herself feel more superior than you, even if that person isn't?&lt;br /&gt;2. thinks that he/she and his/her partner is the best couple in the whole entire world and gives him/her the rights to criticise other couples - e.g for having thick eyebrows or looking SLIGHTLY uglier than him/her?&lt;br /&gt;3. doesn't bathe in the morning without realising that he stinks?&lt;br /&gt;4. thinks he/she looks good in everything and goes around criticising innocent people/friends for what they wear/carry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I do know of several people who are like that and I don't know whether to be amused or upset with them. Right now, such people just make me feel depressed so it'll probably take me some time to get used to it and be hahahahohoho about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such people also make me miss my sec friends badly. Just wanna go back and live those happy, carefree days. But it's impossible. Everyone has moved on. Everyone has changed even though he/she says he/she hasn't. Cliques are forming within a clique if that's possible. It's no longer about 'us'. It's all about 'me' and letting people feel left out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dreary entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110854537306433020?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110854537306433020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110854537306433020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110854537306433020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110854537306433020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-you-know-of-someone-who-1.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110804831714260333</id><published>2005-02-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:11:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a horrible one. Too pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont' wanna go to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's Miss K's tutorial and she seems to have taken a liking for my name. Oh the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't done Madam's homework =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I have to go to school anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm &lt;em&gt;guai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110804831714260333?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110804831714260333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110804831714260333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110804831714260333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110804831714260333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-layout-but-horrible-one.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110787358316380923</id><published>2005-02-08T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:39:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sad =( Band has a nicer layout than Collegepubs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haunted-heart.net/retarded/cp/"&gt;College Pubs &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mjcsbonline.animest.org/"&gt;Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110787358316380923?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110787358316380923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110787358316380923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110787358316380923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110787358316380923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-sad-band-has-nicer-layout-than.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110779244952335924</id><published>2005-02-07T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:45:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>Random stuff that happened the past 7 days which I can't be bothered to type into nice proper sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. only 4 people from 04A202 turned up for school today. mr lee was pretty amused and played card tricks with us.&lt;br /&gt;2. nice reunion with half of the four-fivers. where were all those people who didn't turn up? HMMMM?&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm gonna fail my econs test and end up having a study session with mr lee. =/&lt;br /&gt;4. many failed attempts to find a nice white skirt&lt;br /&gt;5. seoul garden with liz, pigpig, porky, ame and ash. funny and embarrassing stuff happened and the poor victim was me heh.&lt;br /&gt;6. was taught how to play asshole daidee, courtesy of auntyporky aka the ultimate ASSHOLE. mahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;7. in a dilemma as to whether to attend  CNY celebration and watch cheena people prance around the stage&lt;br /&gt;8. once again, (according to miss loh), 04A202 is the talk of the staffroom. (refer to random things #1 for the reason)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110779244952335924?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110779244952335924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110779244952335924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110779244952335924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110779244952335924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/02/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110675078358079876</id><published>2005-01-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:19:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#AE338D;"&gt;Oh goodness. I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; done with the layouts for the Feb issue! I'm so not gonna touch layouts until the next issue comes along. Oh wait. There's the CCA layout competition. *bangs head* ok never mind, I shall rest for one day tomorrow by playing mahjong with my girlies. Yes, tai-tais in training here and no one and nothing (esp things that involve the letters l,a,y,o,u,t and s) shall disturb us. Ok what nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Speaking of nonsense. We played two games during class interaction yesterday and they're so full of nonsense lah haha. The first one was called "I'm so deprived.." which Mr Lee taught us. Sounds damn wrong eh. The second one involves supposedly, IQ. Goodness, it was so mind-boggling that my brain felt utterly exhausted after all the 'how many mare mares (sp?) jumped over the wall'. And to think that I had the answer already but.. oh it's a long story. Oh wells. My poor brain juices. Gone! Poof! Just like that. But it was fun =) And it's such a pity that we can't have the mini-fridge in the class. Imagine all the bribings we could do with the teachers. Mahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#415082;"&gt;Oh yes. Happy Birthday Ruffleees!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#415082;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#415082;"&gt;"You look cute when you're angry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BIG SHUDDER&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:#415082;"&gt;And! I shall make an attempt to give a birthday shoutout to everyone I know on my blog. It's damn cool lor, please. So , give me your birthday so I can fill it into my cool organiser! *rolls eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyways. I've just lost all inspiration and motivation to type. Need sleep. And a new layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d2259b;"&gt;Standing tall in this wide space&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost in Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;I see a fire burning brighter&lt;br /&gt;It's calling me to catch the flame&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Over and over in love with You&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I know that He is real&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of the mighty God&lt;br /&gt;It's not just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I know that He is real&lt;br /&gt;You're drawing me closer to your side&lt;br /&gt;It's the safest place I know where to hide&lt;br /&gt;With one glance You captured my heart&lt;br /&gt;You speak Your words and set me apart&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling into the arms of love &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/8870919-110675078358079876?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110675078358079876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110675078358079876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110675078358079876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110675078358079876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110597079375041085</id><published>2005-01-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:11:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The way I lost my heart to you that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then the world would never know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the greatest story ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everybody wants to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;every once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we all need someone to hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;just like a helpless child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you can look for a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you can love for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you can think you got everything but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;everything is nothing when you throw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;then you look in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and i have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need a new layout. But first, the layouts for the Valentine's Day issue. Big sigh.&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/8870919-110597079375041085?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110597079375041085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110597079375041085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110597079375041085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110597079375041085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-know-i-never-could-explainthe-way.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110363721007080443</id><published>2004-12-21T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T21:57:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall post my homework list here so whenever I come online and see this, I'll feel guilty and start working on it. Good plan? We'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. History project&lt;br /&gt;2. Study for the damn test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Update the blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Read &lt;em&gt;Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chapter 8 (?) MCQ, DRQ, Essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And things I wanna/have to buy&lt;/span&gt;: (er it's not a wishlist or a hint-list yeah? It's just here so I won't forget to buy them heh)&lt;br /&gt;1. File&lt;br /&gt;2. Wrapping paper to wrap the file&lt;br /&gt;3. My fave writing pen&lt;br /&gt;4. 2005 organiser&lt;br /&gt;5. 2005 calendar to hang on my wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things I have to do&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;2. Clear my huge stack of magazines&lt;br /&gt;3. Tidy up my desk, all ready for 2005's stack of school notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, this is just a remind-Julie-post so you can just ignore it. Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110363721007080443?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110363721007080443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110363721007080443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110363721007080443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110363721007080443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/12/shall-post-my-homework-list-here-so.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110354856599487283</id><published>2004-12-20T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T21:55:09.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My lit blog for anyone who's bored enough to go read it: &lt;a href="http://juliana-1984.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://juliana-1984.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110354856599487283?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110354856599487283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110354856599487283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110354856599487283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110354856599487283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-lit-blog-for-anyone-whos-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110336573663168709</id><published>2004-12-18T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T09:46:05.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai dong xi,chi dong xi,mai dong xi,chi dong xi</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Hongkong!!! HK was fab man. Do you remember that annoying advertisement in which there were a few girls running around HK with the tagline: Mai dong xi,chi dong xi,mai dong xi,chi dong xi...Yi ke dou ting bu xia lai (er something like that if my Chinese hasnt failed me)? Well, I used to think that ad was annoying (for some strange reason) but it proved to be right after this trip. My god. HK's a shopping and food paradise I tell you. Clothes, shoes, bags, jewellery, food - they're all super duper cheap! Like how I bought my denim jacket for 15 bucks. Whereas in Singapore, to get one, you'll have to add a zero behind the 15. Or how you can get a big, delicious plate of spaghetti bolognaise in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;restaurant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for only 5 bucks. Basically, I went mad there. All shopaholics and food lovers out there, I recommend HK to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I would suggest that you learn some basic Cantonese first. I didn't know any words so I had to depend on my mum the whole time. That's because alot of them don't speak english. Even if they do, they're all basic words or it's too heavily accented that you don't understand it heh.&lt;br /&gt;An example of a convo between me and a salesgirl:&lt;br /&gt;Me: *walks into the shop*&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl: *greets me in Cantonese and rattles off some stuff*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smiles and pretends to understand*&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl: *continues to rattle off in Cantonese*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er, I'm sorry but I don't understand. Do you speak english? Or..or perhaps Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time (salesgirl and I): *tries to communicate in a series of broken English, chinese and sign language*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I have to tell you all about my oh-so-smart mother. Yesterday, we were supposed to catch the plane which leaves the HK airport at 12noon and reaches Singapore at 3.55pm. But my mother misread the whole thing and thought the plane &lt;em&gt;departs&lt;/em&gt; at 3.55pm. So yeah. We missed the flight. Ended up being stranded at the airport for 5 hours and being put on stand-by on the next flight out (which is quite funny actually - well, to me). Imagine if there were no available seats left! We would have to sleep in the airport! Mahahahaha. But damn, we managed to get seats. So there goes my camping-at-the-airport adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much sums up my trip to Hongkong. I mean, you wouldn't want me to list out what I've bought right? In short, my mum had to buy a new luggage to fit my newly-bought stuff in heh. &lt;em&gt;Pai-seh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110336573663168709?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110336573663168709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110336573663168709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110336573663168709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110336573663168709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/12/mai-dong-xichi-dong-ximai-dong-xichi.html' title='Mai dong xi,chi dong xi,mai dong xi,chi dong xi'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110260854044301858</id><published>2004-12-10T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:11:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas layout! Heh it's yet another recycled layout (from my old webbie)so please ignore the Babelicious part (and the ugliness of it). Well, won't be blogging for the next week cos I'll be going to Hongkong until the 17th. Yaaay shopping time =) Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110260854044301858?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110260854044301858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110260854044301858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110260854044301858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110260854044301858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-layout-heh-its-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110183137045470065</id><published>2004-11-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:58:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mahahaha. Just got back from celebrating Dy's birthday. I just dig her presents haha. We got her a Spongebob soft toy, a pram (yes, a toy pram haha), the Zouk CD which she wanted and the Happy Ryan vouchers (thanks to Joyce's ingenious idea). Talk about a random collection of presents haha. So now Spongebob is Dy's son and he lives/sleeps in the pretty pink pram which Dy had to push/carry around. Bahahahaha. And I'm his first Godma. *beams proudly* Shall leave you with some photos. (More photos of our chalet and dy's bday can be found under my photo links)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/3636f140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/DSCF0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lovely, pink pram *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. And here's a picture of Liane which I just had to share with you all. *grins* I mean, it's Christmas and it's a season of giving and SHARING right? She's the one in red btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/d5cd45e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110183137045470065?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110183137045470065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110183137045470065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110183137045470065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110183137045470065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/12/mahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110170606992958802</id><published>2004-11-29T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T13:27:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life as a surveyor sucks. Ok, it doesn't suck badly. It's quite fun actually. The only part that sucks is when people walk past you saying that they're in a rush but then you see them &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strolling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; away. Yeah, yeah in a rush eh. And the standing around part is tiring too. Boring. But the pay's not bad. If I hit my quota of 20 surveys within 5 hours, I'll be earning $8.80 per hour =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current project is to survey all NS/reservist guys and thanks to that, everytime (even when I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; working) I see a guy in NS uniform, my heart will leap and I'll have this strong urge to go up to him and say "Excuse me sir, could you spare me 5 minutes of your time for a short survey".  This job is turning me into a psycho. Oh yes. If anyone of you has a &lt;strong&gt;brother/uncle/friend/cousin/boyfriend who's currently serving NS or are reservists&lt;/strong&gt;, PLEASE, ask them to call me so I can survey them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110170606992958802?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110170606992958802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110170606992958802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110170606992958802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110170606992958802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-as-surveyor-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110104630169607609</id><published>2004-11-21T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:11:41.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah. The Shutter wasn't scary at all. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I didn't watch 3/4 of the movie.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend that time with my eyes shut, playing Spice Girls videos in my head (don't ask) while trying to shut out the screams from the audience and the actress. Wasted my $8.50. I shall just stick to chick flicks, thrillers and war movies eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110104630169607609?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110104630169607609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110104630169607609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110104630169607609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110104630169607609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/11/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110079356813420715</id><published>2004-11-18T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:59:28.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. It's disgusting how some people just tell JC students that they do not have a life and they're just a bunch of nerds who study all the time. Yeah maybe that's true to a certain extent (us being no-lifers and muggers) but what makes them think that they know us? Like they care to find out in the first place. All they wanna talk about is their own lives. What makes it even more disgusting is when they say it in JC students' faces, they think that they themselves are the coolest piece of shit in the face of this earth. Whatever. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110079356813420715?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110079356813420715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110079356813420715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110079356813420715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110079356813420715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-110035100878628922</id><published>2004-11-13T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T21:16:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books Galore</title><content type='html'>My, oh my. I just came back from yet another book sale at expo. And now, I have to add another 3 books to the growing list of books I have yet to read, all nicely (yeah right) stacked up in my cupboard. A total of 11 books. Wow. There are the 2 shopaholic books which I have yet to finish, the LOTR series, The 5 people you meet in heaven, The DaVinci Code, Angels and Demons, Can You Keep a Secret?, Jeffrey Archer's As the Crow Flies and of course, the 3 books which I have just bought. And not forgetting, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big sigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, SILAS MARNER. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my teeth/gums/left side of my mouth still hurts. Bleh. Was absent from school on Friday thanks to that. (sorry Dee for not going for the CP meeting!!) If it still hurts on Monday, I'll have to go for a minor surgery. I'm not scared about the surgery part since I had one last time. More apprehensive about the money part. 400 frickin bucks! Such a waste of money. Can just use it to shop at Hongkong. Speaking of that. I want a job!! So I can earn $$$ and spend all of them over at Hongkong. Mahahahahaa. Major shopping spreeeee! I hope I won't be disappointed by the stuff when I get there though. Hmmm. So. any job offers out there???? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-110035100878628922?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/110035100878628922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=110035100878628922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110035100878628922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/110035100878628922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/11/books-galore.html' title='Books Galore'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8870919.post-109975325098130128</id><published>2004-11-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:02:24.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOP!</title><content type='html'>Mahahahahaha I have finally shifted to blogspot with a new layout! Heh k lah.. this layout might seem familiar to some of you cos I used to have it up on my ex-website. And since I'm super lazy to come up with a new one, I'm using this! By the way, I don't like Christina Aguilera. She's just there for the sake of being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot's being an annoying asshole cos it refuses to shift my whole layout down! Thus, the top part's cut off by the irritating blue column. Gah. Never mind. This layout's temporary anyways.. Gonna put up a Christmas one soon! =) Don't you just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOOOOOOOOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is something I posted on my old blog.. for those who didn't managed to read it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;btw. now that i'm bored and rather free (since the holiday homework are not coming in.. YET), i don't mind doing some templates for anyone who's interested.. so if u want, tag me or find me online =) oh wait. i do have to add that u'll have to put up the design on your blog itself. the most i'll do is the basic html (e.g tables/frames etc) =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8870919-109975325098130128?l=glittericious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/feeds/109975325098130128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8870919&amp;postID=109975325098130128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/109975325098130128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8870919/posts/default/109975325098130128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittericious.blogspot.com/2004/11/bloop.html' title='BLOOP!'/><author><name>PAULINE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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></feed>
