<?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-6633450</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:56:38.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x.((. why i'm me?! `.+.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-4045824793223991970</id><published>2007-08-25T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:21:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Im in for the job already. Starting work sooner than I even thought. Will be working on Monday next week. Haha. I hope everything turns out well. I mean to tell the truth I do not really like the job hopping lifestyle that I currently adopt now, but I just can't help having such low tolerance. It turns out to me that it isn't easy to stay on for long in a job. I guess I can never expect work conditions to be so perfectly carved out for me. The ups and downs in work tends to be inevitable. Likewise in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to put it in words, but I just felt somewhat bad today and I wanted to vent it out. There is this grudge in me for a particular person which I just can't understand why. As in for now, I am in some deep thoughts of why a person who used to treat you so good can turned out to be another now.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to realise that it is soon getting hard for me to trust. In fact, I am most afraid to trust now. Afraid to trust people around me. My colleagues especially and people that I just get to know. It is true that there are many hypocritical people around, out in the society. Not all are worth our trust. The world and people are just too much of an enigma for me to comprehend that I might soon turn into a recluse someday when I can't even trust my own family. Sigh. Why can't we just think simple and live happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I need to drop and forget all the unhappiness. And think of how I can make myself feel better. Like going for a movie with my friends. Indulge myself in my favourite horror movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-4045824793223991970?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/4045824793223991970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/4045824793223991970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-6287959001721034094</id><published>2007-08-17T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:44:44.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well, for the time being I guess I'll have to pinch pennies just to get by. Lol. I'll abstain myself from going out unneccesarily for these few weeks. As the best way to avoid spenting is total abstinence from hanging out. If not I'll be happily squander a whole year's savings on 3 weeks in the sun. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a quarrel with mum and I'm still feeling bad about it. I shouldn't be saying those things to her but I just can't help it. Sigh. I've been thinking alot lately which I don't used to be doing so. I kept feeling that my life has been inextricably linked with boredom and unhappiness these days which resulted me in making derogatory comments and remarks on everyone around me. Probably because Im jobless now or am I just too self-centered to accept others? Why must I make everyone around me sounds so detestable? Well, the fact is, everyone make mistakes and nobody is perfect, neither am I perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did these quizzes, you might wanna try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Chances of Being a Multimillionaire: 52%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="pink"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/willyoubeamultimillionairequiz/mm-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You have a decent shot at being a multimillionaire. Surprised?&lt;br /&gt;You're confident and a hard worker. Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Will You Be a Multimillionaire?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 16% Emo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the furthest thing from emo. Sensitivity is not something you exactly cultivate... and you can't imagine weeping over song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-6287959001721034094?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/6287959001721034094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/6287959001721034094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/08/received-call-today-and-voila-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-2935080416769534617</id><published>2007-08-15T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:21:03.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh. I guess I needed a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I shall take these few days to relax. Been working for quite some time and I really felt that it's getting bored as days goes by. I need to get away from the working life for a while and take a breathe for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so today while slacking at home. Bored and feeling the emptiness of my life, I suddenly have the ravenous appetites for chocolates, candies and ice creams. Thus I figured that I should make a trip to the supermarket. They costed me more than I thought. Lol. And these are the things that I splurged on. Apparently, it's alot. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8220eNlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XoBQBn670aw/s1600-h/DSC02667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098915747495556690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8220eNlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XoBQBn670aw/s320/DSC02667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Heap of candies and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8x20eNkI/AAAAAAAAANY/qxWqeDSyPV8/s1600-h/DSC02668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098915661596210754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8x20eNkI/AAAAAAAAANY/qxWqeDSyPV8/s320/DSC02668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8q20eNjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/q4gxRFRABOk/s1600-h/DSC02669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098915541337126450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8q20eNjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/q4gxRFRABOk/s320/DSC02669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Candies from Meiji. I like the packaging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8lG0eNiI/AAAAAAAAANI/eOgK0YDWsUU/s1600-h/DSC02670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098915442552878626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8lG0eNiI/AAAAAAAAANI/eOgK0YDWsUU/s320/DSC02670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My all time favourite strawberry fruit jelly candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8AW0eNhI/AAAAAAAAANA/G74g2_wWCZI/s1600-h/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098914811192686098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8AW0eNhI/AAAAAAAAANA/G74g2_wWCZI/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take a break, Take a Kit Kat. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL72G0eNgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZVvw9mns9N8/s1600-h/DSC02672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098914635099026946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL72G0eNgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZVvw9mns9N8/s320/DSC02672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jelly bean candy. Lol. I've got sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7vm0eNfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6l-PGUzVwrw/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098914523429877234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7vm0eNfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/6l-PGUzVwrw/s320/DSC02673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STRAWBERRY ROCKS MY WORLD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7mm0eNeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/n8fP2WB3q_0/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098914368811054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7mm0eNeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/n8fP2WB3q_0/s320/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Triple Kit Kat = Triple times breaks ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7e20eNdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q96O09FUSuM/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098914235667068370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7e20eNdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q96O09FUSuM/s320/DSC02675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7Wm0eNcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GEfV0tkQZbo/s1600-h/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098914093933147586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7Wm0eNcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GEfV0tkQZbo/s320/DSC02676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7Qm0eNbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1O2ULxhWptU/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098913990853932466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7Qm0eNbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1O2ULxhWptU/s320/DSC02677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7LG0eNaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hGWYO-2EPWk/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098913896364651938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7LG0eNaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hGWYO-2EPWk/s320/DSC02678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cabury Chocolate that I've already indulged myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7EW0eNZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2Ehfa5-PbbU/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098913780400534930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL7EW0eNZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2Ehfa5-PbbU/s320/DSC02679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate Biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL69G0eNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/seMx3fbuGjA/s1600-h/DSC02680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098913655846483330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL69G0eNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/seMx3fbuGjA/s320/DSC02680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seaweed. A Must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL63W0eNXI/AAAAAAAAALw/7gP3UBU18tE/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098913557062235506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL63W0eNXI/AAAAAAAAALw/7gP3UBU18tE/s320/DSC02681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dove Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL6wG0eNWI/AAAAAAAAALo/YU2xag64XcQ/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098913432508183906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL6wG0eNWI/AAAAAAAAALo/YU2xag64XcQ/s320/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 tubs of Ice creams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL6j20eNVI/AAAAAAAAALg/dDxQ3z4gecI/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098913222054786386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL6j20eNVI/AAAAAAAAALg/dDxQ3z4gecI/s320/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strawberry Milk. Yesh, Im head over heel in love with STRAWBERRIES!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL6dW0eNUI/AAAAAAAAALY/8rmKqhNEDyU/s1600-h/DSC02684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098913110385636674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL6dW0eNUI/AAAAAAAAALY/8rmKqhNEDyU/s320/DSC02684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, Gui Lin Gao. No preservatives. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, there are actually some more, which were already eaten by mummy, sister and me. Lol. Didn't get a chance to snapshot them all. Lol. I can practically buy every candies and chocolates in the entire shop if there is no limitation to my budget. Unfortunately there is. Lol. I've to curb my cravings for more. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-2935080416769534617?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/2935080416769534617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/2935080416769534617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-just-quitted-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RsL8220eNlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XoBQBn670aw/s72-c/DSC02667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-4854448587096162163</id><published>2007-07-21T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:52:24.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesh, the ugly girl above is me. Wanying has finally uploaded the Kbox session on my birthday. Arghh. After looking at the picture, I start to realise that my&lt;br /&gt;obesity problem is really getting out of hand. I seriously needs a liposuction on various areas on my body. And obviously, my face needed lipo the most. I figured that I needed a plastic surgery too. My features are disgusting. I know definitely there will be people out there who will be asking. Hey why can't you just have a little esteem in yourself? Im a low esteem freak, self conscious and have totally no confident at all. Unless I look like this one day. Below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089492206996043042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RqGCMm0eNSI/AAAAAAAAALI/LKpXdHQEots/s320/dawn+yang1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then maybe I'll gain some confiident in myself. Lol. The day will never come. *Sigh. She's a real beauty. My fairy girl. Gosh. Im drooling already. She's so perfect with beauty and brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-4854448587096162163?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/4854448587096162163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/4854448587096162163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesh-ugly-girl-above-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RqGCMm0eNSI/AAAAAAAAALI/LKpXdHQEots/s72-c/dawn+yang1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-1627529605327427591</id><published>2007-07-15T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:12:41.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been slogging my ass off lately. Had a tremendous change in my attitude towards my work. Used to lead a life living off my dad but now I gotta learnt to earn my own living. Sigh. Sad isn't it? Have got so many things in mind to buy which are way over my budget. Need to curb my urge a little. Lol. My life has been revolving around my small little constrained desk, office stuff and colleagues these days. Pictures below:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6e1bhl8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pJtXn-e-GDA/s1600-h/office.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087443030481409986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6e1bhl8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pJtXn-e-GDA/s320/office.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my desk with a stupid old computer, i've already requested for a LCD monitor com instead of this. Boss acknowledged my problem and told me that if i wanted a change, it would be a laptop and if i change, everyone esle has to change as well. Hence I quitted having that idea and told him that it's ok. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6YVbhl7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/nboskD6891E/s1600-h/my+com.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442918812260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6YVbhl7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/nboskD6891E/s320/my+com.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my what I see everyday. Almost half the day Im at it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087441437048543010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo5CFbhlyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/skpQseyrprU/s320/DSC02329.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is how I look everyday at work in the morning, working with an empty stomach and being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087441913789912898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo5d1bhl0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/WCXOqRcSANU/s320/DSC02330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the afternoon, famished. Awaiting for my lunch time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442287452067682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo5zlbhl2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/25FZ5mA5hSQ/s320/DSC02331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww.....I need FOOODDD!!!! Im dying.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442356171544434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo53lbhl3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/355vT-kC-TQ/s320/DSC02348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yay!! Finally My long awaited Lunch time!!! Woo!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442656819255186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6JFbhl5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/woMx_NZT3fw/s320/DSC02361.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I got to go. Hee. Happy me. Im gonna eat mixed rice again!! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442798553175970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6RVbhl6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/qYqk20x5JkM/s320/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went Eski Bar with my clique on 15 July to celebrate ting's birthday. We ordered 2 jug which costed us $117.00. I personally do not feel that its worth that money to drink. Vodka with cranberries and Chelvas with green tea. The drinks were good tho. Lol. Honestly, the gathering was pretty lame. Everywhere is filled with people. Wanted to eat at Indonesian restaurant but the place was flooded with people. Ended up eating at food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6DFbhl4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/WatEn06RIR4/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087442553740040066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6DFbhl4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/WatEn06RIR4/s320/DSC02364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-1627529605327427591?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/1627529605327427591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/1627529605327427591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/07/been-slogging-my-ass-off-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rpo6e1bhl8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pJtXn-e-GDA/s72-c/office.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-950379998156057002</id><published>2007-07-05T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:57:08.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to holland yesterday night right after work. Met up with Celyn. Had my dinner with her at coffee club. As she had just moved to Holland. Had a look at her place, and I was darn impressed with everything I saw. The design and furnitures of her house were fantastic. I mean you have got to see it for yourself to believe it. It could truely be a home sweet home for me if the house belongs to me. Which I can just dream on, I know. Lol. Well, I must say holland is just too great a place to be. It's definitely a place which could save you time thinking of where to go everyday or say during your bore, free time when you have got nothing better to do. For ah bengs and ah lians, kopitiam nearby could be their great hang out but at holland, you can easily hang out at your favourite pubs anytime you want. And the variety of pubs and eating places you could hang out is just too much. Holland is just so my favourite. Lol. You can tell how badly I wanted an apartment in Holland. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, headed down to amk hub straight after work and met up with wanying. We planned this beforehand last week. Went shopping for our clothes. And again I spent. Without even realising how poor I would have become. *sob. And indeed, Im a poor bloke now. *sigh. Well, what's new anyway. Lol. Was totally worn-out when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I want a PINK PSP so badly!!!!!! HELP anyone? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-950379998156057002?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/950379998156057002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/950379998156057002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/07/went-to-holland-yesterday-night-right.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-7819430984322730535</id><published>2007-06-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:13:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been slogging hard everyday. Hardly do I have time for blogging. However, I do not want my blog to seem like a neglected one hence I'll try to post whenever I can. Was on the phone with wanying in the afternoon and was told of the Elisabeth Arden warehouse sales at Suntec but unfortunately I knew it too late. That only lasted for a day. Darn. I hate to miss out sales. Anyway, the GSS has already caused me to squander way beyond my limit which resulted in me, being in a financial hemorrhage now. Honestly, I really hate the idea of myself squandering my hard earned money away but temptation is always my biggest enemy. Im watching money comes and go. It's like now you see it, now you don't. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've a piece of good news to announce. I've finally gotten a puppy. Lol. It may not be anything to you guys but it's definitely something to me. It's like after a day of work, I reached home in fatigue. Not anymore when I see Barney. Lol. And for your information my puppy was called Barney. It's a Shih-Tzu(Chrysanthemum Dog). Well, pictures speaks for itself. Look at how cute it is for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKX546CZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7DFjNYQMw-Y/s1600-h/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080775472908470674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKX546CZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7DFjNYQMw-Y/s320/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid shot whilst he's sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKTZ46CYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pp9inmq69Bk/s1600-h/DSC02311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080775395599059330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKTZ46CYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pp9inmq69Bk/s320/DSC02311.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think he likes the camera that much. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKO546CXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h51BDMmLo5w/s1600-h/DSC02307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080775318289647986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKO546CXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h51BDMmLo5w/s320/DSC02307.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Licking itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKJp46CWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0cOPqWE0pvs/s1600-h/DSC02301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080775228095334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKJp46CWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0cOPqWE0pvs/s320/DSC02301.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drinking. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKEJ46CVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/atYICgOHSag/s1600-h/DSC02300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080775133606054226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKEJ46CVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/atYICgOHSag/s320/DSC02300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drinking again, i noticed that he's constantly thirsty all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKJ8Z46CUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZtCdXODeabI/s1600-h/DSC02297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080775000462068034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKJ8Z46CUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZtCdXODeabI/s320/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is finally looking straight into the camera. Not so photogenic i guess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKJ2Z46CTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CbiChrt777U/s1600-h/DSC02296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080774897382852914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKJ2Z46CTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CbiChrt777U/s320/DSC02296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's restless a dog. Just like me. Sleeping and lazing around all the time. Lol. Like master like dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-7819430984322730535?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/7819430984322730535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/7819430984322730535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-slogging-hard-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RoKKX546CZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7DFjNYQMw-Y/s72-c/DSC02312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-2791997146640917803</id><published>2007-06-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:22:39.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first entry since the changed of my new layout. Been busy with some stuff lately. And hardly have the motivation to post anything up but anyway, I just gotta thanks all my girls for giving me such a wonderful birthday celebration on June 11. And well, Im now working in a college as an admin assistant which i know will be on contrary to what i've written on my previous post. Hence, I do not wish to dwell much on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To friends of mine who still thinks that im still as free like i used to be when i was jobless. I hope you know what i am doing now already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, im having a fever and an unbearable sore throat thus the updating of my blog when there is nothing much that i can do. Had seen a doctor and taken medicine. Still, not feeling much better yet. My sore throat is terrible. Swallowing of saliva, drinking and anything that has to go down my oesophagus now is like a torment to me. According to the doctor, I cannot have my all time favourite fry and oily food for the time being. I guess those were the main cause of my problem now. My fever has been on and off. I'll get well after taking the medicine, however hours later, my fever will still persist and it's like a cycle. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you too can have a look at my sickly look. Here are some pic that i had taken with some illustration for your easy understanding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904779974713314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rnvk_PptH-I/AAAAAAAAAII/j3uhm2GQqXo/s320/DSC02295.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That's my sick face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078906609630781442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RnvmpvptIAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WM_OQcE_eLw/s320/DSC02278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me in sickly state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RnvlL_ptH_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4Mfy9shD0bQ/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904999018045426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RnvlL_ptH_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4Mfy9shD0bQ/s320/DSC02271.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RnvlL_ptH_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4Mfy9shD0bQ/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is anyone out there to take away my sufferings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-2791997146640917803?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/2791997146640917803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/2791997146640917803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-first-entry-since-changed-of-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rnvk_PptH-I/AAAAAAAAAII/j3uhm2GQqXo/s72-c/DSC02295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-2332757749901657913</id><published>2007-04-27T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:24:44.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Geez. I've been pretty busy these days. Found a job. And i am glad. Both my boss and colleagues were fantastically good. I felt so darn fortunate to be working in that company. It was sorta like my dream job. I basically slack around everyday but still it was long working hours. Well, now that i started working. Lots of things changed. And i gotta get myself adapt to everything. Gosh, GST raising in July. Gotta spent time to go for some shopping before that happens which will not be too long from now. I doubt if i've got the time now since im working. Umm, i guess i'll stop till here. Gotta go catch Frankenfish on AXN right now. It's showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-2332757749901657913?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/2332757749901657913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/2332757749901657913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/04/geez.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-1303315088802606799</id><published>2007-04-12T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T03:12:21.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a few weeks of slacking at home. Didn't work for the "Minkai's job". Sigh. Shouldn't have went for the interview. Waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the series of lame things that i did at home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzNmwuzZVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rTwfIfcA42o/s1600-h/DSC01726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052138947802785106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzNmwuzZVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rTwfIfcA42o/s200/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painted my nails red initially but Esther told me that the colour sucks so I removed it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052138522601022786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzNOAuzZUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xZfd7jabZ2U/s200/DSC01760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The brat who pestered me all day all night long. She forced me to look at her while shes playing on her own. Geez&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzNIguzZTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PYexYtWgtTQ/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052138428111742258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzNIguzZTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PYexYtWgtTQ/s200/DSC01759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little pig is seeking for help. Somebody please save him from little brat's claws&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rh0tOwuzZWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/z2PdMAP_OQw/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052244088602191202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rh0tOwuzZWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/z2PdMAP_OQw/s200/DSC01758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trio. An ugly looking dying dog on the cart drawn by the tail of the ultimate super dog with the flying air pork at it's back.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzM5QuzZRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CF9P8XOWges/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052138166118737170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzM5QuzZRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CF9P8XOWges/s200/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are all the candies that I had eaten for the past few weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzMzQuzZQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uH05mbr0Q2U/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052138063039522050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzMzQuzZQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uH05mbr0Q2U/s200/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Kitty Strawberry Marshmellow. Yummy Im loving it. Nice packaging.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052137972845208818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzMuAuzZPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/25h6IlARHj8/s200/DSC01736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The more I look at it, the more it reminds me of Ms Tay. She will love this to bits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzMowuzZOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oOdWHEZbgKM/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052137882650895586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzMowuzZOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oOdWHEZbgKM/s200/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too bad I ate it all up. Ain't got nothing left. I WANT MORE. Please kindly donate to the Feed Hungry Sharnise Foundation. I'll greatly appreciate your help. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rh0vdAuzZXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_NZWaQAe2wk/s1600-h/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052246532438582642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rh0vdAuzZXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_NZWaQAe2wk/s200/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least, I did this piece of artwork few weeks ago as well. It is so artistic lor. Grotesque art piece. So Picasso. He did one for me too. Here:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rh0x_QuzZYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BSkMx8R8ZrQ/s1600-h/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052249319872357762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rh0x_QuzZYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BSkMx8R8ZrQ/s200/222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok thanks Terry. In comparison, I think my work is far more artistic than his. Well, if you like what you see. (my artwork) Email me your Pic, I'll do you one. Hee.  Price: PSP Pink!! Wahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-1303315088802606799?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/1303315088802606799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/1303315088802606799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-few-weeks-of-slacking-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RhzNmwuzZVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rTwfIfcA42o/s72-c/DSC01726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-1231322842243339162</id><published>2007-03-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T08:09:34.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY GERMAINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqWZ8g4EYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u9Xvms_JrZc/s1600-h/gerandme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047011704906977666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqWZ8g4EYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u9Xvms_JrZc/s200/gerandme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had finally officially graduated from ITE. And now a new CHAPTER of my life has begun.....I should have posted this last night. Due to the high level of fatigue, i totally drop dead on my bed the moment I reached home. Can't help it. It was a long day for me. I've been fending off invites to hang out recently tho im like having so much FREE TIME, slacking at home. If you ask me for the reason, I shall be honest and it will always be the same old reason that I'm BROKE once again. And that's why i needed a JOB badly. Went for an interview yesterday morning, a job which was introduced by one of my old classmate in secondary school. MINKAI. Ring any bell ying and ting? He told me about the job on MSN and I thought it was a pretty good deal. It's basically a secretarial job at orchard. Tho the pay wise, well, average but im contended. Learn to be contended people! Just like me. Teehee. At least that's a form of income. Or esle with that pathetic sum of allowance that Im getting from DAD, will never allow me any shopping spree. My allowance will only be enough for 3 meals a day i guess. *sigh. Sad ya? Please do donate to the SAVE SHARNISE fund. Your help will be very much appreciated. =)Oh by the way, the interview was a swift one. It was done within 15 minutes or so. And Im glad that Im employed. Hee. I'll be working from the next monday onwards. I was famished after the interview and so were minkai's girlfriend and her sister. Hence we ate at my cliche, LONG JOHN. No choice, like i said. IM broke. That's the most i could afford. After that we did a little window shopping which doesn't makes me feel any better. Then i was invited to join them for a singing session at bedok but i figured that i've to join ying and ting for GERMAINE's birthday secret mini celebration. Therefore, i turned it down. Next, i rushed home. Get myself changed and get down to COMPASS point. The three of us then shopped for an appropriate present for germaine and we headed down to Hougang Mall. Germaine was not awared that ying and me will be there as well. Cos we intended to give her a lil surprise. And indeed, she was happy to see us. Hee. It has been a long time since the 4 of us got together. And all we did was reminiscing about our old school times. Like back in the days, we were always so happy together. And here are some photos that I took of them when they were unawared. Hee.. Laugh all you want. Apprécier et au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqTVsg4EWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o7vJJjn_KyA/s1600-h/DSC01721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047008333357650274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqTVsg4EWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o7vJJjn_KyA/s200/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanying doing her hair to look pretty on CAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqTLsg4EVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wsa2pTE7O9k/s1600-h/DSC01720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047008161558958418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqTLsg4EVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wsa2pTE7O9k/s200/DSC01720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 3 of them. Each busy with their own stuff. Ting was the one standing out in this pic. LOL. I circle it out.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqTE8g4EUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y5GoC1TbBu4/s1600-h/DSC01719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047008045594841410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqTE8g4EUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y5GoC1TbBu4/s200/DSC01719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at that skinny bone, ting. If she dares say that she's fat. I'll bash her up, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqS8cg4ETI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O2OZ1odqAp4/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047007899565953330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqS8cg4ETI/AAAAAAAAAFM/O2OZ1odqAp4/s200/DSC01714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the man of YING's life. She kept bio-ing at him in the train. Sigh. Now i know why they say every individual has their very own taste. INDEED. Guess she was BLINDED by LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqSyMg4ESI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ky-4qO7PZP0/s1600-h/DSC01712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047007723472294178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqSyMg4ESI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ky-4qO7PZP0/s200/DSC01712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Finally, the chio Bu. TADA. Her smile so genuine and sweet. LOve this pic to bits..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-1231322842243339162?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/1231322842243339162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/1231322842243339162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-belated-birthday-germaine-had.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RgqWZ8g4EYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/u9Xvms_JrZc/s72-c/gerandme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-389291456240332808</id><published>2007-03-08T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:55:49.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In order to remove my debarrment. I've to be in school from 8 am to 3 pm everyday from today onwards till 16 march. Geez. Im graduating in 12 march and this kinda shit is just sick. It's like prolonging my suffering in HELL. And for your information, Hell = ITE. Well, actually ITE isn't as bad as i sound here but it's definitely HELL to me. LOL. So long as it has got anything to do with studies, consistency and hardwork, count me OUT. I only study THINGS that Im interested in. And the THINGS that i meant here varies from time to time. Like i said, i had very short attention span in everything. That is what that kills me gradually. Kills my life. I can't focus on my studies, in fact in all the things that i do, for long. I tends to grow sick of it as time passes by. Well, Im actually blogging in school now due to the punishment i get that i mentioned above. Darn. It pays to skipped school at your own leisure. So people heed my advise. Go to school. Avoid all teh trouble that Im having now. *sigh. Japanese test tomorrow. I want to do well. If theres a will theres a way ya? Im still awaiting for my DAE result. Reckon that the date of release should be on the 13 march. Pray for me ya? and wish me luck except for those who do not wish that I do good in whatever i do. Keep the curses to yourself. Thank you. I don't need them. Gonna go at exactly 3 pm which is going to be soon. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-389291456240332808?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/389291456240332808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/389291456240332808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-order-to-remove-my-debarrment.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-5247035645889420782</id><published>2007-03-07T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:23:35.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONG VENT. I NEED ANGER MANAGEMENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer Evaluation. LOL. what can i say ? Well, i gave everyone in my group full grade. All 5. I've nothing to hide. *sigh. Look, it's nearing graduation. I just want everyone to score well but i guess not everyone thinks the same way i does. And that's sad. Alright, saw Zhen Yuan's gradings on the peer evaluation form. And the part where i attend discussion and meeting. He only gave me 1 point. Ok, i admit i rarely attend meetings but please ask yourself people, just how much do you contribute during meeting? It's like whenever there are meetings, if i do not attend. At least i had the initiative to ask what has been discussed. The truth is for the first 2 times. Absolutely nothing. Nothing is discussed over the meeting? Can you believe it ? And i was like OH ALRIGHT. And i do contribute my every ideas on a piece of paper. Well, maybe it's due to my slacker attitude in class. I've to admit that people are biased. But why ? Why must people stab a knife onto a wound that is already hurt? Already my impression to the teachers is bad. And yet i get this from them. I do not understand. I am not trying to say who is right or wrong here. I am just making my stand. Please, do not say that I am not interested in the project.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think the leader herself should know jolly well of it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I tried several times to ask about the project. And what do i get ? Maybe she finds me a nusiance by asking even. So i refrain from asking cos she said she will inform me of what to do. OK NICE I LIKE THAT. And did i not do my job when i am asked to do ?&lt;strong&gt; DID I NOT&lt;/strong&gt;? Touch your conscience and ask yourself la. These kinda thing. Don't presume that i keep my mouth shut means im OKAY with everything. &lt;strong&gt;I actually sees and know things&lt;/strong&gt;. I just dun wanna say only. &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT TREAT ME LIKE AN IDIOT!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Cos i am not. I will not get so pissed if i seriously honestly didn't care or didn't even put any effort to the project. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;If i am given the chance to do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt; project. I definitely will not even ask whether i could join your group.&lt;/strong&gt; In fact, I've done solo project before. It's not a problem for me. THANKS FOR ALLOWING ME INTO YOUR GROUP ANYWAY. I AM SUPER GRATEFUL FOR THAT. Maybe i am just anti-social. OK LA SO WHAT IF I DUNNO HOW TO MIX WITH PEOPLE. Now then i realised, WHAT GOES AROUND DOESN'T COMES AROUND!! HATE ME AS YOU WISH. I DUN GIVE A FUCKING SHIT. DON'T WORRY LA, I WON'T JOIN YOUR TABLE DURING BREAK OR LUNCH TIME de. THANKS FOR BEING SO KIND TO ME ALL ALONG LEH. Now i know la, never show your true self to people. Always put on a false front but to me, i don't think theres a need lor. I rather be alone. Im better off alone anyway. CALL ME A LONER. I WON'T DIE BEING ALONE ANYWAY. WAH, I guess if i failed my exams or become road sweeper next time, you guys will be DARN HAPPY SIA. MAYBE WILL OPEN CHAMPAGNE SOMEMORE WOR. GO AHEAD AND CELEBRATE !!!!!! Special thanks to calvin for hearing me out and PYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-5247035645889420782?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/5247035645889420782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/5247035645889420782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/03/peer-evaluation.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-3284642935151174514</id><published>2007-02-22T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T02:37:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx4YARujdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7wAczJCtJwM/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034030837279919570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx4YARujdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7wAczJCtJwM/s200/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and cousin's cute lil doggy,baby. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx3PgRujcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ifDm-NlxPqc/s1600-h/DSC01265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034029591739403714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx3PgRujcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ifDm-NlxPqc/s200/DSC01265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister with cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx3GwRujbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8A1Tq72Ux7g/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034029441415548338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx3GwRujbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8A1Tq72Ux7g/s200/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin alone. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx3AgRujaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Vj4VtN8Yp6g/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034029334041365922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx3AgRujaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Vj4VtN8Yp6g/s200/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me with my crazy sister. Cringing on to me to be on the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx26ARujZI/AAAAAAAAADk/LlmiVINjXao/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034029222372216210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx26ARujZI/AAAAAAAAADk/LlmiVINjXao/s200/DSC01251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her spastic pic. Beware, she can eat u up. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034029003328884082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx2tQRujXI/AAAAAAAAADU/cjMB1Bf4IF8/s200/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me with the dog i wanted so much to bring home with me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028874479865186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx2lwRujWI/AAAAAAAAADM/g3imYP-ow30/s200/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My zhi lian solo pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx2fwRujVI/AAAAAAAAADE/ODCswuddZHE/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028771400650066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx2fwRujVI/AAAAAAAAADE/ODCswuddZHE/s200/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maternal aunt and my mum chatting away. Auntie talk. Very common. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028642551631170" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx2YQRujUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZxRuT8wSDQA/s200/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother trying to avoid my camera. me, the paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx2QgRujTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5ulXNrQ7bDI/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028509407644978" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx2QgRujTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5ulXNrQ7bDI/s200/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx14QRujSI/AAAAAAAAACs/wGbh1kLUaNw/s1600-h/DSC01229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034028092795817250" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx14QRujSI/AAAAAAAAACs/wGbh1kLUaNw/s200/DSC01229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how cute it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx1oARujRI/AAAAAAAAACk/MdJB-ODSpr0/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034027813622942994" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx1oARujRI/AAAAAAAAACk/MdJB-ODSpr0/s200/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His cute lil doggy, baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx1NQRujQI/AAAAAAAAACc/xlViJupQ81A/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034027354061442306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx1NQRujQI/AAAAAAAAACc/xlViJupQ81A/s200/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the goodies that makes me grow WIDER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skipped school again. Like always. Visited my cousin's house. Ate lotsa goodies, bet i'll grow in size. *sob. Played with his dog. The dog is sooo cute la. It's like when you stroke your hands gently on it's head, it will lick your hands one lor. It also has a toy bear. So Kawaii. Can't help but hugging him tide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-3284642935151174514?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/3284642935151174514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/3284642935151174514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-and-cousins-cute-lil-doggybaby.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/Rdx4YARujdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7wAczJCtJwM/s72-c/DSC01246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-8280971812646814889</id><published>2007-02-21T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:04:53.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched GHOST RIDER at cineleisure. The preview looks so fantastic but turned out to be just another LAME movie. The storyline is like so cock up that i don't even know what i am watching after the movie ends. I've to admit that the movie effects, the ghost rider's bike, the ghost rider(im not referring to nicholas cage, i don't like him at all) does looks great and the main villain guy looks really cute but those are just what appears to attract the viewers i guess. I'd prefer movie with good storyline over all that wonderful effects in a movie. The best is to have both elements in a movie which makes it an eminently good movie. Or say if i prefer good storyline, many would suggest i read up a book instead. Lol. I regretted wanting to watch that movie so badly tho, i should have watch the epic movie. *sigh. Saw all the posters at cine, lots of interesting movies will be showing in time to come. yay. I wanna watch NORBIT, MR BEAN's HOLIDAY and Hannibal. Ate stingray and clayfishs at serangoon garden again after that. Love stingrays. Eating what i love to eat and doing what i love to do. That is what i called LIFE. Thanks calvin for accompanying me the entire day. You're great!!! Read tingha's blog and realised more of the importance of money. She's right. Money makes the world go round and its the root of all evil. Tingha, u've got my understanding. Went to my paternal uncle's house for CNY visiting yesterday. Same for every chinese, the most common thing to do was to gamble during every CNY. Nothing special. Gambling is like a form of fostering the bond of the long time no see relatives. I guess every blog u came across will definitely has the "gambling" part in their posting except for some, maybe the more devoted christians. And yes, i gambled on monday night. Lose some money. *Sad. I've never win in any game of gamble. *sob. It's like all my ang baos were with mummy and i'm using my OWN money to gamble. After that, daddy drove us to geylang Lor 9 to eat frog porridge and BBQ stingray. *yumyum. The food tastes wonderful. Trust me, you've got to eat there some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-8280971812646814889?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/8280971812646814889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/8280971812646814889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/02/watched-ghost-rider-at-cineleisure.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-778140389578211442</id><published>2007-02-19T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:46:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdiabNCQDxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UM5SVVVgVzs/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032942375732776722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdiabNCQDxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UM5SVVVgVzs/s200/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cny day 1, didnt go out to pai nian but relatives came to my house instead. Taken some ang baos but figured not as many as kendes and wan ting after reading their blog. Especially kendes, after reading her blog i was like wow, so many lor. Cannot blame, cos we haven't really start our visiting. Anyway, all the ang baos i've got, ain't belong to me. I gave it all to my dearest mummy. So people, don't always think that i'll be rich over the cny. Cos im still the same. Lol. Neither here nor there. I'll still be the always broke girl. Lol. Money is never enough. Even for bill gate i guess. After relatives left, we went out for dinner. Mummy pick POPO up from old folks home to the restuarant. And we had our dinner together. I love chinese food. Yummy but the soup tastes a little bland. In fact, i was practically like drinking water on a bowl. The soup was insisted to be ordered by me. Cos you know, i love soups, so i cant help ordering the soup. After eating, i decided to take some photos and poor brother had to be forced to take pic with me. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-778140389578211442?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/778140389578211442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/778140389578211442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-day-1-didnt-go-out-to-pai-nian-but.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdiabNCQDxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UM5SVVVgVzs/s72-c/DSC01213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-2634270623406053036</id><published>2007-02-16T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T05:00:25.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTmvdCQDtI/AAAAAAAAABU/ievhki_KJ0U/s1600-h/DSC01187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031900386601995986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTmvdCQDtI/AAAAAAAAABU/ievhki_KJ0U/s200/DSC01187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After meal dessert. Strawberry Ice cream. My all time favourite.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTnDtCQDwI/AAAAAAAAABs/kpYlnqbxUG8/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031900734494347010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTnDtCQDwI/AAAAAAAAABs/kpYlnqbxUG8/s200/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTmpNCQDsI/AAAAAAAAABM/qtvmmh8IelI/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031900279227813570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTmpNCQDsI/AAAAAAAAABM/qtvmmh8IelI/s200/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTm9tCQDvI/AAAAAAAAABk/WlEzbf9cfQg/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031900631415131890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTm9tCQDvI/AAAAAAAAABk/WlEzbf9cfQg/s200/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTmg9CQDrI/AAAAAAAAABE/555t5q9Gm_c/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031900137493892786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTmg9CQDrI/AAAAAAAAABE/555t5q9Gm_c/s200/DSC01194.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTm4NCQDuI/AAAAAAAAABc/qVps5bwQ7CY/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031900536925851362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTm4NCQDuI/AAAAAAAAABc/qVps5bwQ7CY/s200/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tempura. Very yummy! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Illustrations below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Belated Valentines Day! I had a wonderful Valentines. After rushing down to tp to apply for the course i want, immediately i rush hm, was surprised to recieve a bear and a bouquet of roses from calvin, then out again for dinner with calvin. Marina Square was our destination. We actually planned to eat at billy bombers but ate at a Japanese restaurant instead. Cos i figured that the food at billy bombers were too heaty for me. After dinner, it was pretty late already, cinemas were closed so we went to KBox. Lol. Won a mirror playing on a machine while waiting for calvin when he was still queuing. Lol. We both sang till we drop. We had our time. Lol. The singing session actually ends at 3 am but i've got sch the next day so we went off early at 2 plus. Lol. What's the differences anway? I was too tired the next day anyway, and you know i skipped sch again. *sigh. =p Anyhow, i had really enjoyed myself and i hope u do too. Was too busy yesterday and today tidying up my own room. Cleaning here and there for the approaching Chinese New Year. Mummy kept nagging at me for still hanging out so often instead of helping her out. I couldn't go online due to the extreme messiness in my room. We had new beds and cabinet for our chinese new year this year. Before the new furniture even arrive, mummy was so eager that she already threw away all the old ones and we ended up with no beds for the day, yeah we slept on the hard cold floor. *sob. Throw me some money if you think im pitiful enough. Lol. I think compared to the fat tissue auntie at J8 Mrt there we are more chiam lor. *sob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-2634270623406053036?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/2634270623406053036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/2634270623406053036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-meal-dessert.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rPlzvfm_7As/RdTmvdCQDtI/AAAAAAAAABU/ievhki_KJ0U/s72-c/DSC01187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116940865382971797</id><published>2007-01-22T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T03:44:14.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/778/368/1600/592178/DSC00337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/778/368/320/36018/DSC00337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went orchard, not again. I've been there for like umpteen times. It never changes, always the same. Nothing special. Seriously, singapore is too small an island for leisure. Don't actually felt like going, but had promised to shop with esther darling for her new year dress. So yup, reluctantly i went, for her sake. She must really be grateful for this. Lol. Kidding. We had like browsed through all the shops in far east but found nothing interesting or even worth for buying. We ended up eating at Food Republic. Initially wanted to settle our dinner at Long John but then i wanted so badly to have soup for dinner. Something that is more healthy i guess, compared to fried oily fish or chicken. Know what? I LOVE SOUPS. Chinese soups especially. Well, i don't mind having just soup and rice for breakfast,lunch and dinner. It's totally fine with me. And so after dinner, we walk around wisma and ya, you guys must be wondering what's with that picture i uploaded there. NUDE RESTAURANT!!! Saw that? I saw it and i was like Oh NUDE!! Interesting. Lol. And Esther was like weird. So i tried hard to peek into the NUDE RESTAURANT. Saw an indian waiter there but he wasn't nude. Geez.. not interesting at all. What an attention seeker!! Anyway, i finally got my new z610i, the pink phone. Im loving it. So from now on, pictures will be uploaded for more sensational reading pleasure like i had promised. Lol. That one is only the appetizer. There are more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese new year approaching, it the time when everybody ask the same question again- "Gong Xi Fa Cai uncle auntie, where is my HONG BAO?"  Why so realistic? Lol. And chinese new year could only mean a thing. That is OBESITY. Every chinese new year, i gain extra pound without even realising it. *Sigh. EXTREME gobbling of food for the adults kids and us, the teenagers. Opps, i'll soon no longer be the teenager. Turning 20. *Sob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116940865382971797?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116940865382971797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116940865382971797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-orchard-not-again.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116863854910827533</id><published>2007-01-13T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T05:49:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Insomnia the wicked witch deprived the comfort I sought to seek within the folds of my sheets. No matter how it seems I can never bury myself too deep with the man made comforts of the illusion I seek. How can I cure insomnia? Tell me somebody. Gonna do some new year shopping. Money comes and money goes. I wish money could be infinite. I've began to develop a liking for balladic songs. Who would believe? Lol. Skipped school. Reckon the days till graduation to be 2 months. Dread of going to school. So does everyone i guess. Sleepy eyes, dozing off. Finally, time to turn in. Sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116863854910827533?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116863854910827533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116863854910827533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/01/insomnia-wicked-witch-deprived-comfort.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116829771654082089</id><published>2007-01-09T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:08:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday already, time flies. 3 weeks of holidays just fly by. Didn't really have enough of my holidays, never enough anyway. Lol. Been slacking around for the past 3 weeks. And yep, alot of things had happened during that short 3 weeks of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On new year's eve i was supposed to join my die-hard buddies at jaren's place for a stay over party. They planned it with interesting gift exchanging games and stuff. I like the idea of it. However, there are 2 factors that contributed to my absence. I think i should really explain myself, cos i know that my buddies are getting really sick of me being the regular ABSENTEEs. In case they get me wrong. Look, firstly, i was really keen to go for the gathering, don't believe? Ask my friends around me, the best thing is to ask ESTHER TAY KAI HUI. She knows me best, and inside out. Lol. I've been telling her how keen i was to go to for that but the only thing that was hindering me was my MUM. Yes sir, she's the one. She had never ever allowed me to stay over at any places, neither guys nor girls. I must be home, no matter what. Otherwise, consequences unknown and i've to bear it all. Don't ever underestimate my mum, she can do almost anything. Anything you can never imagine. So yep, due to that 1st factor, i could actually jolly well forget about the gathering and yesh, the second thing was i totally forgot about it. =(  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So please forgive me for my absence, ting, ying and ger or maybe jaren. =p I didn't mean to miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole of my christmas at home, was grounded by mummy for nothing. Wanted to hang out with my friends so badly but wasn't allowed to do so just because mummy thinks that i'll definitely break the curfew. *sob. I sounds like a mummy's little girl. =( In fact, i think maybe i am. I'm living off them anyway. Although, we had some kind of celebration at home but all i can say is, it SUCKS. And it SUCKS BIG TIME. People from my church came over and sang christmas carol. Brother's group of friends came to stay over as well. His room instantly became a LAN shop, with 4 computers operating and some even brought over their own CPU. It was truely a magnificent scene. If i wasn't carrying a nokia 6101,the one with antenna. *sigh. i would definitely snapshot the "LAN shop" for your viewing pleasure.  I was pretty anti-social that time so ya. That's my christmas. Slient night, a really slient and boring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, i think that's about it. Well i actually had alot more to go but i guess there will never be enough space for the whole of 3 weeks event ya, shall be stopping here but before i do that, i would just like to announce a piece of good news, which is ...... HA im getting the new sony erisson z610i pink colour. MY all time fav. PINK!! And yup, getting that phone means photos will be posted in future for more sensational reading pleasure. LOL. ROFL. I think im crazy, just ignore me then. LOl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116829771654082089?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116829771654082089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116829771654082089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2007/01/tuesday-already-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116482819587856697</id><published>2006-11-30T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T03:23:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thSweet.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;was busy with the marketing proposal lately, i mean uh well, tho i was only given the task of doing up the introduction and conclusion of the product. Lols. 2 pages in total. It's actually the planning of the product the tedious part. Our leader conducted like 2 meetings and i was like not there for even one. Sad isn't it? lols. I slacked too much but i do contribute my every ideas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;good news from So-and-so that my handphone was finally repaired. Yesh!! Should be able to get it back soon. Now that im using my spare phone, my friend's number is like all in a mess. I seriously need my phone back. If not whenever i recieve a sms, i'll be like Erm.. who is this huh? Then reply &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who R U&lt;/span&gt;? If i continued to do this, my sms will go up lor. Den friends will also mistaken me for deleting their numbers away. Kind of hurt to feel that k. Freinds who are reading this, please understand k? Love you girls lots. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had sore throat a few days ago, in which i tried to ignore it and still carry on eating fried and oily food. I mean i simply can't help it, they are all my favourites. And my mummy is the main culprit to this whole sore throat thingy la, she kept ordering pizzas, KFCs and McDonald delivery these few days. The irresistable temptation is there lor. And worst still la, my stupid brother deliberately show me how he ate like he never had those food for his entire life. So i've decided to try to cure it the hard way, my way. lols. Now i realised that trying to cure sore throat my way is never the way. Lols. I practically loses my voice. *sob. I was waken up by the usual morning call from my friend and i was like try to talk but nothing came out from my mouth lor. This is when i started to get real panic, i went to consult mummy and she advised me to drink water with a little salt in it. Hence i did. Can then at least makes some sound, better than being totally mute but unclear. Heard from friends that drinking ice water will soothe the throat, however on a second thought, i remembered that i was having bad cough as well thus ice water is definitely out for me. I then told daddy about it and he bought me the strepsils cough syrup. I drank it and felt so much better but i can still barely talk now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Was late for AOA lesson, can't greet teacher thus tried to write but teacher was in the midst of teaching so she gets a little impatient, she kept asking me what i want to tell her, and finally before i even finish writing what i wanted to express to her. She already got everything. *sigh. Im not only slow in absorbing but also writing. Sad. What to do? I might be good in something esle maybe. I'll try to discover it on my own. Rajes showed us some slides today, and i think these quotes really makes sense lor. If you're useless, you will never exist. Everything existed for a reason. Nothing existed for no reason. So i guess i probably existed for a reason but just what was it? Lols.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Had actually promised to attend the gathering for Alex before he go for his ns in 1st Dec at Sakae sushi but i figured i can't talk so no point joining them and then communicate like a mute using hand signs or whatsoever. I'll be like more of a hassle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116482819587856697?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116482819587856697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116482819587856697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-busy-with-marketing-proposal_30.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116374413135451215</id><published>2006-11-17T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:15:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got to school late, miss my first hour lesson though i know well enough that my human resource attendance is already very bad. Almost getting my debarment for this subject. It's alright to me anyway cos im gonna get exempted for the subject soon after i hand in my IAP project. Was down on my luck again nowadays. The weather seems to be good after i had alighted from the bus but it suddenly rain while i was walking to the gate. Stupid lor. And i was a little drenched lah. Lucky i run lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116374413135451215?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116374413135451215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116374413135451215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-to-school-late-miss-my-first-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116366800533586299</id><published>2006-11-16T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:44:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went cineleisure &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Emax&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to play lan game with my friend on tuesday night. We booked a room which has a plasma TV with Xbox for us to either play xbox game or watch movies plus 2 pc for some lan game action. House of Wax was the movie that i picked as i've not seen that one. Was not what i expected it to be.I expected it to be a real gore and bloody one, turned out not so. Not scary at all. Our room was called the Paladin. It was actually Dungeon initially, but something was very wrong with the speakers thus we requested for a room change. Had fun playing shattered galaxy and maple. Wanted to play more online games but time and tide waits for no man, time is limited. *Sigh. The place closes at 2 am during weekdays and guess what time we left the place? we left at arnd 1 plus. However i didn't head home straight from there afterthat. We carry on loitering around the quiet and seems deserted street of orchard. Well, like i said, it was a tuesday night when people still needs to study and work the next day therefore ya, you should know. And my friend suggested that we go orchard tower to see some real beauty and i thought hey why not? Hence we went. The 'Girls' there were wow, one word to describe Gorgeous! from far away lah. What were you guys thinking? If you try to look closer i doubt so lor. Realised that i tends to used some singlish e.g: 'leh, lor, lah' here and there. Shall refrain myself from doing that. My english is deteriorating eversince i graduate from my secondary school. Can't help it either. i barely speaks english now. Wanted to, but friends are all chinese speaking. Unless i happen to know an Ang Mo lah then maybe can brush up on my english but unfortunately my school no Ang Mo so i'll just do nothing about it and continue to speak and write bad english lor. Well, i believed that this is very common for all singaporeans. Saw murphy, iskandar, fabian and samatha yesterday when i was about to leave the school. And the initial language that i started speaking to samatha was well, guess.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt; of course. And i heard murphy like saying that im like one of those china girl who always speaks chinese. Oi come on lor, i do speak english one hor, it's just that im so used to speaking chinese nowadays mah. Oops..see again i used singlish, please pardon me for that. As long as you're a singaporean i believed that you should be able to understand one la, hor. And yup, I've got this email of some transvestite pictures. They look so totally like a female lor. Can't believe it. Except for one lah. You guys see for yourself lor. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/Taiwan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAIWAN transvestite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/Koream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOREAN transvestite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/sg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE transvestite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/china.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINA transvestite LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116366800533586299?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116366800533586299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116366800533586299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-cineleisure-emax-to-play-lan-game.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116297513956682893</id><published>2006-11-08T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:38:59.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read this mail. And i thought it's kinda true somehow. What do you guys think? Guess that's the reason why i can't make it in my studies all along. Then those who can make it must be genius. Lols. Just trying hard to decieve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not the fault of the student if he/she fails, because the year ONLY has 365 days. Typical academic year for a student: 1. Sundays-52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest. Days left 313. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Summer holidays-50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study. Days left 263. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. 8 hours daily sleep-130 days GONE. Days left 141. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days. Days left 126. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. 2 hours daily for food &amp; other delicacies (chewing properly &amp;amp; swallowing)-means 30days. Days left 96. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal)-means 15 days. Days left 81. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Exam days-per year at least 35 days. Days left 46.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival holidays)-40 days. Days left 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. For sickness-at least 3 days. Days left 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Movies and functions-at least 2 days. 1 day left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. That 1 day is your birthday. How can you study on that day ?!?!?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Balance = 0. How can a student pass ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116297513956682893?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116297513956682893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116297513956682893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/11/read-this-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116289142686069583</id><published>2006-11-07T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:36:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th0d84b1a7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; with esther, ting ying, ling, sharon, alex and lok wei on last saturday for ying's belated birthday celebration. We ate at thai express, follow by deserts ice cream at swensen after that. We actually wanted to hang out at the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;St James Power Station&lt;/span&gt; but sadly one of the boys was not allowed in. Cos they had certain dress code that we need to follow. Tho we missed it but there will be another chance after 2 weeks for lok wei's belated birthday celebration. Ying and the rest were very keen to go in and check out the pubs in there. Looks totally cool on the outside. They were saying that sylvester sings in there. That's no attraction for me tho. For further illustration, you guys can view gerlyn's or ying's blog. They had all the pictures there for your viewing satisfaction. And it's true that pictures speaks louder than words. Oops, supposed to be action speaks louder than words. Well, it's all the same. I bought a pair of heels at charles and keith. Am broke once again. Having this mastercard attachment in school, initially i was super duper eager to participate in it but after some second thoughts, i had decided to drop out of the program and thus i won't get the extra income at the same time. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY WORKING THO, SHOUKE AND THE STUPID XIAO GUI TING HA!!!&lt;/span&gt; Tell me your STRESSFUL working experience after that. And don't forget to give me a treat on your pay day !! Lol. Im once again shopping deprived. *Sigh. Watched The Convenant at Vivo as well after ying and the rest had gone back home. A movie which had all the hunks and babes in it but bad storyline. Sick ending. Was deciding on whether to watch DOA. what are the critics anyway? Did this test. Try it guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dementia Test&lt;br /&gt;Below are four ( 4 ) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately . OK? Let's find out just how clever you really are.... Ready? GO!!! (scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;First Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Try not to screw up next time. Now answer the second question, but don't take as much time as you took for the first question, OK ?&lt;br /&gt;Second Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I f you overtake the last person, then you are...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Answer: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Third Question:&lt;br /&gt;V ery tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only . Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000 . Now add 30 . Add another 1000 . Now add 20 . Now add another 1000 Now add 10 . What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you get 5000 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The correct answer is actually 4100&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe it, check it with a calculator! Today is definitely not your day, is it? Maybe you'll get the last question right........Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini,&lt;br /&gt;4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you Answer Nunu?&lt;br /&gt;NO! Of course it isn't. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her name is Mary&lt;/span&gt;. Read the question again! Okay, now the bonus round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and! the purchase is done. Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of sunglasses, how does HE indicate what he wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask... It's really very simple.... Like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116289142686069583?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116289142686069583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116289142686069583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-vivo-with-esther-ting-ying-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-116245298722404798</id><published>2006-11-02T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:45:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been like 2 months already that i last updated my blog. People around me had been saying and telling me that my blog is soon gonna turn 'rotten' if i ever delay any further. What to do? Im restricted from going to my own blog using my home pc. So tho you could see me online pretty often or not so, im always gaming. Im only allowed to play online games at home. Weird ya? I've got no say. Mum's the QUEEN. She always are. And yup i am sick soon after my holidays end, which means likewise for my attachment that i had during my holidays. I caught that stupid chicken pox from my stupid little sister. It's damn contagious if you guys haven't got it yet. She got it somewhere from her classmate. Darn. And im now a scar face. Don't call me that tho. I'm already all depressed for that. Well, life's too short to be unhappy. I should stay optimistic always. At least i know i won't get it again. Yay!! im immuned to it forever. I'm actually quite relieve to see that my chicken pox are getting better and better as day passes by. It's already been 2 weeks plus now, so yup, i had recovered. And am not gonna spread around anymore. So shake my hand when you see me ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-116245298722404798?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116245298722404798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/116245298722404798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-like-2-months-already-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115831132069110538</id><published>2006-09-15T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:08:40.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew...finally exams all over. Relaxing at home now. Enjoying the breeze from my window and happily blogging away. Went gym with my mummy and didi just now, didn't do much excercise actually. Was so tired, hence not in the mood of doing anything esle but sleeping. Was dozing off while cycling and running on the machine. You wouldn't understand. Cos i slept at 6 am plus in the morning, the night before. Was watching BLEACH(A japan anime) all night long. Like i always said, the night is still young. So here comes my dull complexion and worst still Acne skin. I know best that for ladies, beauty sleep is very important. all right. end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115831132069110538?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115831132069110538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115831132069110538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/09/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115798729176820001</id><published>2006-09-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:08:11.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took my tourism paper today. To tell the truth, i didn't actually study at all. I was over-complacent i guess. Well, u might have heard from the others that in ITE, we dun have to study at all but i tell you what. It's not so true tho. Unless you're really brillant or say if you really are, you wouldn't end up in ITE. So where am i in? Am i grouped in the stupid or normal category? Im confused. Okay, i should be clear of the answer, im stupid,and that's why im in ITE. Confusion solved. However, there is still one thing that i do not understand. That is. How come some people never needs to study but can somehow manage to get into poly or even some junior colleges? How do they do it? Is there anyone like them (those that i mentioned aboved)who happens to be reading my posting? Give me some advise, will ya? Or was it because i wasn't sincere enough while praying to god to bless me in my examinations? All right, drop it. I was late for my paper all because of that stupid bus number 156. It always takes hell longer than any other bus to arrive. And adding on to that, the paper was like so darn hard. Guess it was a punishment for my over-complacency. Looking forward to the 13 of sep. My holidays. My job attachment starts on the 25 of sep. Pathetic pay. Im still thinking about it. Suppose that i get a job which has a higher pay i'll definitely go for it without much hestitation. Like what ting says, no job no income. Oh, i saw ting at J8. Didn't know that she was working there until she called me. She saddened me by telling me that i had red circles under my eyes. You must be thinking, why RED?!! Yup, supposed to be dark circles, however i was told to be having RED circles like i was beaten up by somebody. According to that ting. Well, i know im detestable but not to that extent okay. *sob. what to do? im always that outstanding and special in some ways which i do not want to be. Totally broke again. Lastly, i had to thank KELLY for her souvenir that she had got for me from some state in china. Speaking of which, was talking to esther on the phone,and she told me that she had something for me that she bought from malaysia as well. Cool. i couldn't make her say what it was. She wants it to be a surprise thingy. lols. Can't waited to see you esther.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115798729176820001?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115798729176820001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115798729176820001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/09/took-my-tourism-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115623619757440322</id><published>2006-08-22T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:52:24.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thParis4ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thGorgeous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/ththfwhjkl_th.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/ththparis.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/ththparish2.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;To be continued frm the previous posting,yup went swimming with my dearest esther on sat afternoon after some maple action at AMK. And i was like totally worn-out after that. Probably becos i haven't been swimming for a long long time. Went eatin dim sum with mummy at Hougang mall's xiao xun feng on sunday.I ate to my hearts content and ended up with a bloated tummy. And she was like kept trying to feed us with more and more food until we called for a stop. The dim sums were yummy tho.Saw ying at chamelon and she noticed the changed in my hair colour. She wanted the same colour too. =) Went gym ytd. Trying very hard to slim down. My goal was to be as thin as Cydni Wong but i guess i started working out too vigourously all of a sudden that i felt really bad after that. Beginning to feel that im like really gonna suffer from anorexia sooner or later. Nothing substantial to blog about actually. Spenting much of my precious free time reading some useless comics in my bedroom. Was slowly getting back my insomnia. Geez, dark cirles crisis!!! Must think of ways to really sleep in the night. Paris Hilton, my queen is coming up with debut album. She can sing really well. Guess shes all rounded except for being thrifty. Shes my fashion queen!! Did this quiz. And this is what it says about me:you're most at home in the Bedroom &lt;br /&gt;Your "me" time is sacred. And who can blame you? With all the different directions we're pulled in each day, we could all use a little time by ourselves to refuel the old battery. That's why the bedroom is a great haven for you. Surrounded by the things that comfort you most — whether down pillows, soft blankets, or your favorite knickknacks. The boudoir is a place you can take time to relax, think, and just be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's where you can tuck yourself into your favorite chair and write in your journal or climb into bed, pull the covers up, and take an undisturbed catnap. Even as kids, our bedrooms were places that were definitively ours, and that's never changed. A heavenly mixture of coziness and solitude, you'll find no better sanctuary than your very own bedroom. Very true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115623619757440322?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115623619757440322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115623619757440322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-be-continued-frm-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115588386701437438</id><published>2006-08-18T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:27:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cpzJe7rxvUY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cpzJe7rxvUY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally one fine day, was early to school for lesson. Went for a expected-to-be window shopping ytd with Edna and Kelly but ended up getting myself a belt from 77th street. There goes my money. I'm like really really broke now. And i knew i shouldn't had went for that supposed-to-be kelly and edna's shopping spree. I can't help cos i'm like shopping deprived nowdays. Having plenty of free time after school to waste, was just trying to pass time. Anyhow, i gave my particulars to a shop at fareast ytd when i saw that they were looking for staff. It's at the basement, i approached the salesgirl there. As i was writing my particulars down on the paper, i saw other names as well. I reckoned that it should be more than 5 names. And i was like the 6th. Well, i guess no hopes for me then. Tingha read my blog aloud in class some days back and she commented that i tends to be a lil long winded. Right. I am. I like whining alot. I mean where esle can i do that. Here of course. By the way, mrs lee talked to me during lesson time. Good news and bad news. The good news is that i'll be working soon by late august, maybe by the end of august for her. However, the bad news is that i'll have to start studying by now. My exams will be on this 11 and 13 of september. After that, i'll be a free man. lol. i mean i'll then be enjoying my holidays. Cool. Can't wait for august and september to end. In fact,i simply hope that this year ends soon. Next year march would be the day i'll be the most happiest person on earth. The day i graduate. Im still constantly looking for a suitable job. Sigh. Had being thinking of going gym tomorrow with esther, will decide with her later when she calls. I seriously needs workout. If not it would most probably be swimming. What would it be better than swimming on a saturday afternoon after lunch tho i know that it's like the 7th month now. But that was the cheaper thing to do in singapore. And is the only thing i can afford to do right now i guess. Pray for me people that i don't get drown into the water. I've got dreams to persue. Haha. I shall stop crapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115588386701437438?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115588386701437438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115588386701437438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/08/generally-one-fine-day-was-early-to.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115562630955381223</id><published>2006-08-15T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:16:45.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thc7e5c308.png" /&gt; Looking forward to ying, ting and ger's sch holiday. Ting told me that they will have 2 months of holiday and she will be looking for a job in that period of time. And i was like same here, i've got holidays too on October but only for a month. Sigh. Actually, to be exact it's less than a month, suppose to be 3 weeks only. how can i get a job in that short period of time. Now you know why ITE students are always poor. You can say that they are POORER compared to many of the same age. It's because of their stupid duration of holidays. People get exactly one month of holidays and we get like WhAT!! 3 weeks? I mean can't they simply make it to a month? Anyhow, they will try to give attachment job to the students. Not so bad afterall. However, pay wise, it can be really pathetic. I know everything, hey don't forget i worked for my teacher. I typed data for her, hence i know the data as well. I was lucky enough to work for her, compared to the rest, however i'll only get work when holidays are approaching when she had to sent out letters to companies for school attachment. And that means i had to study for my upcoming september exams earlier before the rest, if not i won't be able to study last minute as i've to work. Darn. Nowadays, im gaga for comics. You will see me hanging out at the AMK centre comic shop ( if you know where) on every friday or maybe even any other day for some maple action. They have this comics renting services and you can always use the pc at a very reasonable price. Cool. isn't it? You will see me esther there if u happen to drop by if you're lucky. Lols. Or maybe say unlucky. It's not like you will get anything from me. Lols. And the good news is that im back on maple story. Yay. I need a guild badly tho im only a newbie. Haha. I'm still looking for a job, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115562630955381223?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115562630955381223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115562630955381223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/08/looking-forward-to-ying-ting-and-gers.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115397469900725384</id><published>2006-07-27T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:31:39.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just because i haven't been blogging during my holidays, Tingha was saying that i would be wasting the blogger space for having a seems to be neglected blog. I'll only blog when i can get access to the pc at home, however, it is not likely to happen. That means i can only blog in school if i really want to. I've been slacking during the holidays as i couldn't find a job. Been jobless had never been worst. What to do...Teacher didn't ask me back to work. Had done something yesterday which left me in doubt today. I didn't really know what i did was right or wrong but i guess it is something that i should never have started engaging in, in the first place. As the saying goes, what done is done, so let bygone be bygones. I think i like .... if not i would had resist or reject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115397469900725384?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115397469900725384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115397469900725384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-because-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115388712163282943</id><published>2006-07-26T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:52:31.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/368/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/368/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ezann Lee at the Ministry of Sound (MOS) toliet. This was taken by Esther's mobile on last week wednesday. It was ladies night, and it's like the last week of my sch holiday for me thus i figured that i should go clubbing for at least one night out. Besides, my mum had already extended my curfew to 2am based on the improvement of my behaviour and conduct at home. Lols. As a matter of fact, i've been trying to get people to go clubbing with me just because i simply had the urge to club. And do not mistaken, im not a frequent clubber. Due to the fact that all my friends are like those more to the spenting quality time together at some restaurants sorts. There are many many more factors that really forbid them to club like going home late, money thingy and stuff. Actually, i could fairly well understand their reasons. So ya, i do sounds pathetic. However, i managed to persuade esther to accompany me on the day. And yes, it was pretty boring i could say cos it's like free entrance but no free drinkss.... Therefore, we only drank like one glass of vodka with coke which is definitely like so not enough for me. We were like trying to go MOMO instead but because im like a famous direction retard so uh... Esther had known me best for that, no matter how many times i've been to the place. I could just never remember the way to go. SO you can see, im like always blindly following my fellow friends wherever they go. Last week of holiday on sat, i went to Cocoa Latte which my cousin invites me to. Cool. Yesh. Welcome me back. Back to school from my short 3 weeks holiday. HOLIDAYS!!! It's never enough. I could never get enough of holidays. Never!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115388712163282943?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115388712163282943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115388712163282943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-and-ezann-lee-at-ministry-of-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115078120955861763</id><published>2006-06-20T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:26:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recieved belated birthday presents from edna. A little pink teddy bear, and it instantly reminds me of dear colin and kero. They hadn't update much recently. Maybe colin is just too busy to blog. And by the way, he likes pink. L0ls. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;boy sees boy, boy likes boy, boy have sex with boy, boy loves boy. &lt;--- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Took this from their blog. Interesting isn't it? I kinda like them actually. Do not mistaken me, i just find them cool. But hey i guess i find colin cute and i really don't mind being his girlfriend if he is willing to. L0ls. Just where can i find him?! Anyone?! Oh. Kelly and tingha gave me birthday presents as well. Love them. =) Well, i'm currently attached to school to work for Mrs Lee, helping her out on some data entry work and get paid. Pretty cool huh? This is just the job that im looking for all along, flexible time, short hours. Pay wise, still acceptable. I mean i simply cannot believe she would ever want me to work for her, based on my slacker behaviour in school, esp during her lesson. Looking forward to go for crazy shopping again but i've just got to wait i guess. Money just doesn't grow. Who's gonna be my money tree?! i'm once again broke. Penniless. I think i can now go sell tissue at J8 for some income. At least people would thought that im dying or something for my dead pale complexion and buy from me. Haha. Wealth is just the key to everything. I need to shop for lots of stuff which i already had a list in mind. Just 3 days ago, harveer called me. Asked me out for dinner and movie and i was like hey sure, and so we went Plaza Singapura and we ate at pastamania. And of course, it's her treat. Thanks dude. Love you as much too. However, we missed the movie because it was way too late. I've got curfew remember? Hate it tho but i've got to live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115078120955861763?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115078120955861763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115078120955861763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/06/recieved-belated-birthday-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-115025820178608363</id><published>2006-06-14T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:10:01.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday's over. Had recieved birthday wishes from friends but my parents didn't celebrate for me. Anyhow, im already all used to it. They hates me almost as much as they adores their son. My brother gets everything he wants. And i don't. Sad isn't it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-115025820178608363?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115025820178608363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/115025820178608363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-birthdays-over.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-114965272929295135</id><published>2006-06-07T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:08:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog seems neglected for quite some time. Yup. i was banned from going online at home. Hence, you wouldn't see me online on any other day except wednesday in the morning when i'm having lessons in the com lab. Sounds pathetic eh?! What to do. I was the one at fault. Okay, i went clubbing for like the...couldn't really recall how many times i went but the thing is that i broke my curfew for like the third time and that's it. My mum said that she had enough of me. I mean isn't this the age to go out there and see what the world is like? Besides, all i do in the morning was going to school to study. Following daily routine like this just makes me sick to the stomach. I need night life. Furthermore, i only go clubbing on wednesday once in a week, that's the least i ask for. Just one day. Or perharps, friday night. No school the next day. I simply cannot understand what's on her mind. She blamed me for not tagging along with her to her singing karoake competition at the community centre and everything. Oh please, i just wanna have a life of my own tho i know the fact that i'm still living off my parents. The sad thing was that my mum confiscated my cellphone which was yes a Camera slide phone. I couldn't help but getting myself another lousy Sony Erisson phone for replacement. It's like how do you expect me to live without contacting my friends?! I mean i can't simply lead a like after school then go straight home life. I'm not a geek or something. i was actually looking forward for her in returning me my cellphone but for already so many days. I finally learn to give up that wishful thinking of mine. Now, i just wish money would fall from the sky. It don't have to be much just that certain amount,enough for me to get a new cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things had happened so far, during the days when im like rotting at home not been able to get access to the internet etc. There are things that i regretted doing,but i know it best that theres no turning back. How i wish i had someone who is always there to support me whenever i need them. To entertain me, at least someone who is there to make me feel that my life is worth living for. The one that i treasure the most went to thailand. How sad. All right, i shouldn't have mention about that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss wan teng, wanying and germaine. Didn't see them for like ages. Speaking of which, it reminds me of my birthday. Geez, i'll soon be older. Like 19 years old. Way past 18. And what do i want?! I simply want to make BIG money, Hell lots of money to support myself, allowing me to live in luxury. Lols. You guys must be thinking "you're right,FAT HOPE kai hoon, stop DREAMING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i had finally come to my sense. I make my own wish list which are all possible to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here:&lt;br /&gt;Any design of GUESS watches shown below. I just needs one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/G75989L.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/guesswatch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/86021L-NC-TH.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/lalalaa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not a pink knit jacket would be fine. I couldn't find the pink one hence showing the blue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/kappa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the fragance that i saw on Cleo. I wanted it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/polo_fragr2_rhot_img_0511.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-114965272929295135?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114965272929295135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114965272929295135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-blog-seems-neglected-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-114662841422917405</id><published>2006-05-03T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:53:34.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. Im back. Back in school for my higher nitec 2nd year. Can't wait to graduate from the course. And it would be like next year march. Gosh, about 10 more months to go. I simply hate it in school. The best thing to do in school is to go online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-114662841422917405?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114662841422917405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114662841422917405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-114318322417706196</id><published>2006-03-24T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:53:44.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th4decb7e8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to succeed we must first believe that we can. I got the quote from somewhere which i forgot. Oh yes, i may have seem to be having a neglected blog now due to time constraint and the fact that i can't use the computer at home now. Well, me and my mum were having somekind of dispute just recently. And we barely talk at home. In fact we don't even talk. Perharps it's just me, my fault. I do not know how to relate with people for no reason. Guess it's time i go for some socializing&lt;br /&gt;skill class. And just 2 weeks ago, i was working at YOSHINOYA. For the sake of working. Tho people might thought that maybe i'm broke or something. And yes they are partly right. I NEED MONEY!!!! I NEED FOOD!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss physical intimacy. Minds out of gutter, right now. I miss having friends you can sit right up next to. Friends whose shoulders you can kind of lean on.But the true delight of it all is how absolutely free I feel.I have friends here who I have made and want dearly to keep, but there's this overwhelming sense of 'Their Own Lives' and I can't help but feel a little isolated sometimes. My exams start next week. I have a lot to prove that I have prepared, but somehow just don't have the last bit of will or urgency to make it work. I know when the world buzzes in my exam-favour, and this is not one of those times. I'm just going to pray that nothing really bad happens and that this term ends as quickly and smoothly as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-114318322417706196?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114318322417706196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114318322417706196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-order-to-succeed-we-must-first.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-114110375576493483</id><published>2006-02-28T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:12:56.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. im finally done with the bzc project. i took minutes to edit. l0ls. sigh, im bored. and im hungry. Went for dragon boat yesterday and it sucks. I was practically all alone. And yep you can call me a loner which i never was in secondary school and the first year in Ite. Back in the days, i was always with big groups of friends and i mean BIG groups. Even in nitec, i'll always have this best friend that i'll always stick to and we are even called the sisters. But now, i can just never get used to the new lifestyle of being a officially LONER! And of course, it definitely doesn't feel good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i side track alil, well so back to the dragon boat, i know im never those kind whos active in sports you see. Except badminton. Reason- i do not like the sun, in fact i hate the SUN. Sigh. I couldn't get myself a partner and my poor teacher had to join in with me as my partner. My gratitudes to her. Shes cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;2. lizards&lt;br /&gt;3. lagging tablet&lt;br /&gt;4. rashes&lt;br /&gt;5. teachers who speak too fast&lt;br /&gt;6. friends, when they are pmsing&lt;br /&gt;7. speaking in front of many, many, many, many, many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN RANDOM SONGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. BELIEVE ME - fort minor&lt;br /&gt;2. KENJI - fort minor&lt;br /&gt;3. ICHIRIN NO HANA - er, dont know?&lt;br /&gt;4. TEARS&lt;br /&gt;5. BECAUSE OF YOU - kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;6. SPIN - lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;7. LET YOU KNOW - hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS I LIKE THE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bowling&lt;br /&gt;2. blogging nonsense&lt;br /&gt;3. doing math (yes, i know that sounds crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;4. singing in the bathroom when everybody's downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;5. doing random stuff with photoshop&lt;br /&gt;6. doing blog layouts&lt;br /&gt;7. bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY BEDROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bags&lt;br /&gt;2. bed&lt;br /&gt;3. aircon&lt;br /&gt;4. lights&lt;br /&gt;5. chairs??&lt;br /&gt;6. books&lt;br /&gt;7. sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i like clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;2. i cant spare.&lt;br /&gt;3. i cannot stand lagging tablets&lt;br /&gt;4. i eat weird stuff, like bittergourd. and i drink bittergourd soup.&lt;br /&gt;5. i kope connection from the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;6. im hungry now&lt;br /&gt;7. i cant stand the feeling of being &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. eat&lt;br /&gt;2. bowl&lt;br /&gt;3. read&lt;br /&gt;4. see&lt;br /&gt;5. walk&lt;br /&gt;6. hear&lt;br /&gt;7. touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS I SAY THE MOST ONLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hey&lt;br /&gt;2. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;3. kk&lt;br /&gt;4. sure&lt;br /&gt;5. bye!&lt;br /&gt;6. eh&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Ben Affleck&lt;br /&gt;2. Josh Hartnett&lt;br /&gt;3. Edison Chen&lt;br /&gt;4. Benjamin McKenzie&lt;br /&gt;5. lala.&lt;br /&gt;6. erm, Adriano Huang? (Campus SuperStar) younger than me!! oops.&lt;br /&gt;7. WHO?? OH. BEN STILLER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN QUALITIES I WANT IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bui hao lian&lt;br /&gt;2. crappy&lt;br /&gt;3. lame&lt;br /&gt;4. sporty&lt;br /&gt;5. sporting&lt;br /&gt;6. not the pai type&lt;br /&gt;7. sensitive(and that's IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;so ya, all above - NONSENSE! wahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE I WANT TO DO THIS SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-114110375576493483?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114110375576493483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114110375576493483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-114016714582899392</id><published>2006-02-17T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:05:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to school today, thinking that i should have ponned, i should have given this whole adm activity thingy a miss, i should have... i won't say i regretted thinking like that. but the activity planned was still good. though it could have started earlier. like, 8 o clock in the morning without any lessons carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you say nothing at all. Everything is going wrong. nothing's going right.im confused/feeling weird/feeling stupid/feeling crazy/feeling irritated (&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;mixed emotions&lt;/span&gt;, you got the idea.) about certain things. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Certain things that shouldnt be &lt;strong&gt;jotted down&lt;/strong&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;. so i shall leave myself to confuse over my confusing thoughts somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i finally watch I Not Stupid Too with somebody on valentines day. The movie was great and i was touched. i almost cried. I mean i simply felt that now that im in ITE, it's like i'm in the exact situation of students in Normal Technical streams. People view us as those who cannot study and might even despise us. And that was in my own opinion, tho i mentioned us, it only meant me okay. Fortunately i do think that my parents still cares for me, at least i sees them everyday compared to those with parents frequently overseas. And i'm only contented to know that no matter what happened, they will always be there for me.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever. I am not too happy right now.  It was as if all that i had said earlier were all crap. i don't feel like talking about it now. maybe there will come a time when i can just say everything. but im rather sad now. too sad to say too much. Done my EVM project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-114016714582899392?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114016714582899392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/114016714582899392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-went-to-school-today-thinking-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-113946246386494384</id><published>2006-02-09T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:40:27.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee....went to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;china black&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ebi&lt;/span&gt;. Cool. The first visit to club. And there were like this 2 girls that we met there. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They were totally cool and funky. I can't believe they were actually from the same secondary school as me before. The only differences was just that they were from the normal technical stream whereas me in the express stream. Well, don't get me wrong i'm not trying to boost anything here. Anna kept telling me that i look somehow familiar to her but i was like who was she, not until she told us that shes from Bowen Sec. So the thing is their class were just directly opposite my class. All right, i think i'm being kinda long winded here. Hence one thing to conclude was that Singapore is a damn small island. And i know that's a fact. Boy, i drank like nobody's business yesterday, and if not for ebi who stopped me from drinking i think i would have just drop dead on the street but i only drank like 3 cups.&lt;/span&gt; Don't ask me why i kept drinking cos i'm like whenever i start drinking, i can hardly stop. And that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay we have also decided to go MoMo the next time round together. The 4 of us. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-113946246386494384?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113946246386494384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113946246386494384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/02/wee.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-113936892636568304</id><published>2006-02-08T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:37:07.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/368/1600/nnnnnnninininini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/368/320/nnnnnnninininini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**k. Don't blame me for being vulgar cos i just can't take it no more. Life just doesn't seems to go my way to me now. I mean that don't really matter actually cos i know we can never expect everything &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to be so nice and SO MY WAY in life&lt;/span&gt;. The Ups and Downs in life could said to be neccessary, if you don't experience the Ups and down, you don't experience life, but now it's like i don't know. I mean i simply felt so OUT. Out in a way that like i don't fit in the crowd, the group. Friends that i have, we do meet up and stuff, and yeah, i must admit i had a great time hanging out with them. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;However, it is like the only classmate that i hang around with all the time, i just felt like we are 2 totally different person trying to do things together. I mean i know you can't possibly change a person but at least don't be force to do things by a person that you don't really want to do. Well, no name mentioned. Try your best to figure out. I know absolutely well that no one or in fact nobody in this world is perfect, like me but i just wanna say that this particular person is pissing me off by kept using all the F words on me. All right, tell me, who would ever want a friend to keep commanding you around. I need the basic respect k tho i may seem childish to you like the fact that i like pink pink thingy but that do not mean that you're mature enough to order me around. Do you think you talk sense all the time?!! Has anyone ever tell you that you have got a fucking darn attitude face. Hey, admit it, i am older than you. Do you know friends needs to compromise one another as well. Like it or not. I've been compromising and there is always a limit to it. Now i had enough. Try fucking all your other friends. F**l them upside down. I won't die being alone. I mean if this person ask in a polite manner maybe the effect might be different but seems like she has got an attitude problem here. To be honest, i am real sick of her. Although i know i am in no right to critisize anyone.&lt;/span&gt; Cos i am also said to be pang sehing people. Like leaving people without informing which i've got a reason for being such. People said that i'm like blur and stuff but do you think i want to be BLUR? I don't like it either k. Will you be happy if i call you a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SOTONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-113936892636568304?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113936892636568304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113936892636568304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/02/fk.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-113833847157605621</id><published>2006-01-27T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:07:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was shocked to see Tingha cried yesterday. Tried all my best to console her and was relieved to see her laughing away again. It's due to some reason related to the previous job that i had, introduced by vik, which i only worked for 2 days. Oh by the way, i forgot to thx vik for the job. It's all about that idiotic manager Christopher, i mean although he did not do anything to me but according to vik and tingha's statement, i think he is simply CHILDISH and ignorant. Initially, i thought he wasn't that bad actually cos in case people who don't know, i wasn't sacked. I leave on the second day of work without informing anyone. And Christopher was kind enough to sms me and tried to retain me by giving me second chance to work on the next day but the reason i gave was that i don't think i was up for the promoter job which was an excuse. I know it myself. I mean maybe there might have been some time i hasn't work thus was'nt quite used to serving customers. To tell the truth i was actually lazy. well, again bygones. All i can say is vik, take it easy girl, maybe we just weren't up for the job, we are too quiet which our ex-colleague considered as stuck up. Look on the bright side, better jobs are ahead of us. On another hand, i seriously hope thingha continue working, cos that will mean income for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Lunar new year in two days time. Great. Just thinking. In no time, i'll see Ang BaoS. Wee. Best of all, no SCHOOL which is only for 2 days. Geez. Hope new eyar last for months. Arghh....i need a JOB. Geryln can i join u at CPF Board?!! L0ls. just kidding.  Job!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-113833847157605621?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113833847157605621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113833847157605621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/01/was-shocked-to-see-tingha-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-113652982270499095</id><published>2006-01-06T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:40:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup it's been a long time since the last time i posted. Can't believe year 2005 just passed by like that. And here comes 2006. I mean can't believe i had simply spent the whole of year 2005 just like that when i'm 18. My light years !! Gone !! An 18 years old can do so much more things than just studying in ITE but i'm still the same old me. Bygones. Tho nothing much has changed for me but i must admit that i really had fun with my gang on our new year count down. My primary and secondary mates just rocks my world. Had at first thought of hanging out at MOS for our count down but darn, the place was fully packed. That idiotic friend of mine told me he could bring us in without having to queue up and well, we were there but can't get him thru the phone cos too many people were using their phones at the same time. Poor reception and stuff. Consequently we decided to change location for our count down at the esplanade. Although we didn't manage to get into MOS but we saw the beautiful fireworks.  A spectacular display. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-113652982270499095?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113652982270499095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113652982270499095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2006/01/yup-its-been-long-time-since-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-113510382274284326</id><published>2005-12-21T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T02:37:02.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH FREAK !!! my god, i thought it was holiday for a week and hell no it's not!! I  just get to find it out after reading vik's posting today. Geez and i had been absent for like 2 days already. God what am i gonna do?! I mean nobody even call me or sms me about anything. I can explain actually. Cos it's like last friday i reckoned that i heard from an indian teacher at the auditorium that we should be happy that after the friday it's a week of holiday for us to christmas&lt;/span&gt; and now what?!! And i always thought that vikki would always sms me in the morning about meeting up or stuff but ok she didn't. Well, i'm not trying to say that i'm relying on anyone or pushing the blame to anyone, i knew that the fault is mine but just what can i do? I mean this is not the first time that i had been absent from school. Ms Lee has already warned me that my attendance had been dropping and that i might be barred from exam. God i don't want that to happen. *Cross fingers. Does anyone sells MC or anything to prove that i did not absent from school on purpose?! Oh please i need a MC!!!  I guess i can just pray for nothing to happen. Last resort would be to face the music for being BLUR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-113510382274284326?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113510382274284326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113510382274284326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-freak-my-god-i-thought-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-113391369467651139</id><published>2005-12-07T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:50:37.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been pretty much hesitant these days. Deciding on whether to study and work at the same time or simply just work without studying. Cos my 'A' levels and some other 'O' levels retakers friends are out now hunting for jobs while awaiting patiently for their results. And it's kinda tempting to follow them in the search for jobs. Cos it's like you'll get to spend and enjoy hell lot more if you work and vice versa. But i guess i need to do some thinking before making such hasty decisions. Well, there are factors to consider and therefore the hesitant. And i figured if i don't make it in my 'O' levels this time round then i might be making the worst decision in my life. Cos i would be holding nothing but the highest education of an Office Skill nitec cert. And think about it, i might be pretty much contented with my current job pay now cos well, the living standard for a teenager who basically only supports herself could be more than enough for her while she's still partially dependent on her parents but hey what about the future? When everyone out there in the society graduate with diplomas and degrees which includes your friends. And when you came to realise that your pay isn't statisfying enough for you and you need a new environment, new job but you have only got a cert. Geez. Horrendous. However, on the other hand, to proceed from ITE to poly is a longer route for me. The 3 years does make a differences. Just thinking, if i work i would be able to make enough money to afford private diploma courses. God, what am i suppose to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a test and here are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/dog"&gt;What Breed of Dog Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Claire, you're a Poodle!&lt;br /&gt;No bones about it, you're a go-ahead-and-spoil-me Poodle. Intelligent and discerning, why should you settle for anything but the best? No good reason comes to mind. You appreciate the finer things in life, from the trendiest clothes to the best restaurants. Maintaining your health and appearance is a must  --  you owe it to yourself to look and feel tip-top. The result? An impeccable fashion sense, perfect grooming, and the latest must-have "toys" and accessories. Unfortunately, that can be a little intimidating to people who don't know you. They might think you're a bit cold or distant. But your close friends know better. Your nearest and dearest can see beyond the glitz and glamour to the smart, considerate person within. Woof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/dog"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-113391369467651139?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113391369467651139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113391369467651139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-pretty-much-hesitant-these.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-113290146029543371</id><published>2005-11-25T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:51:00.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched The Excorcism of Emily Rose yesterday with harveer at cineleisure. The movie was great,  and the food were yummy delicious. =)  We took our dinner at Pastamania before the movie began and went for a short window shoppin. Traipsing around orchard. Yup at Pastamania, i ate spicy chicken pasta while the always vegetarian harveer had her..uh..well, could not recalled but i think it has got something to do with mushrooms. Shes always on vegetarian and i don't know why. I used to think only buddism, monk or nun are vegetarians but shes a punjabi. Well, it' something on religion purpose. That's how she explains to me. Anyhow, she told me that it's only for a short period of time, but it's been like for almost 2 months. People, you might think it has got nothing to do with me but think about it. I'm hanging out with her and we need to eat. And yeah, we can't eat anywhere, anyhow, simply because everything she consume must be meat-free. Totally a herbivore while i on the other hand, can't live without meat.  So there comes the compromising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-113290146029543371?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113290146029543371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/113290146029543371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/11/watched-excorcism-of-emily-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112958162801997761</id><published>2005-10-17T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:40:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thseriousproblems.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think I'm falling sick, this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awful man&lt;/span&gt; on the bus was sneezing and blowing his gruesome nose. I switched carriages when I saw&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; mucus trailing about&lt;/span&gt;! It may have been too late though. Geez..&lt;br /&gt;Instead of feeling lost, I think I am beginning to see the answers, but they are long and difficult. Why do I want so complicatedly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112958162801997761?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112958162801997761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112958162801997761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-im-falling-sick-this-awful-man.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112913612139521804</id><published>2005-10-12T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T01:28:12.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/824348.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ends at 12. Had already planned to meet up with esther earlier on. And so i was waiting for her after school at J8. Can you believed that i waited for 1 and a half hour?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am, blogging about such meaningless things and there you are, reading on to what i have to say. Have got some problems arising recently. Personal problems to be specific. i'm sure they would be resolved sooner or later.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Anyhow, i just feel that i need to get out of this childish side of me and GROW UP. In other words, more matured. Maybe it has got nothing to do with my character but simply my looks?!! Or simply both?!! All right, I remembered back in the days, in social studies, we need sources to infer and prove something. Now source A: Vick needs me to do her a favor by buying a pack of cigarette cos obviously she hasn't reached 18. Gosh, is that something illegal that i do? Well, nevermind. Bygones. And so, you know i was never a smoker and never am i encouraging anyone to smoke here. However for the fun of purchasing it at 18. I decided to do her the favor. Before i even buy it, vick told me that the auntie might be checking on my IC and i asked her why. Guess what, she told me i doesn't look like an 18. Fine. Trying to prove her wrong, i firmly told her that the aunite will not. And so i went to the auntie saying "eh...aunite can give me the ....". Couldn't really recalled what i bought actually. But i reckon it's marlboro or something. Hey don't get me wrong i'm not advertising it here. And she was like in a shock state, she couldn't believe that i'm 18 and began preaching me like nobody's business. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Auntie: " xiao mei, why smoke?! don't smoke lah. There are so many things you can do and stuff."&lt;/span&gt; and i was like ya ya. But i still insisted on buying it. Hence she demanded to check on my IC. Oh freak!! I lose. So i showed her and she was like so not going to believe it either. And a customer auntie was there, she chipped into the conversation as well. Trying to talk the auntie out of selling the cigrattes to me. Hey look, i am just trying to buy something, why the BIG FUSS?! And i think it would be something of a commotion if i stay there a little longer. And so i was going to leave and another auntie appeared out of nowhere and said "i don't think we can sell cigrattes to students wearing uniform leh." Passerbys were already looking. And vick and me were like. Hey we better get out of here fast. Run !! Fine, fine. Source A was a real life experience and therefore an absolutely reliable source and it definitely proves something, which is the fact that i look childish. Darn. But you gotta admit that nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyhow, i can't wait for the examinations to be OVER ! Already, i can see ALL THE FUN awaiting, just in front of me! it's just there! Now all i have to do is to get over this gigantic hurdle. Then it's time to return to the normal lifestyle i once led. oh, how i miss those days. Gotta go back to pay my not-so-regular visits to MR. Chemistry textbook!! Bedroom beckons - it is time for my beauty sleep. L0ls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112913612139521804?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112913612139521804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112913612139521804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/10/school-ends-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112913191544710405</id><published>2005-10-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T01:25:43.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thmoodswing.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partyworld !!! yeah. Went there with vick today. And it was her idea cos she sort of had the discount voucher thingy plus we always had a short day in sch on everyday wed. And so i thought why not?! Well, had a great time. Initially vick was worried that i might not sing you see, so she kept reminding me to really sing after we got there. But she never really knew. Haha. I ended up choosing more than 3 pages of songs and even sang along every songs that she had chosen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112913191544710405?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112913191544710405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112913191544710405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/10/partyworld-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112879483675350534</id><published>2005-10-02T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:04:46.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/i66231437_4828.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is insidious how dependent I've grown on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esther&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've always being with her&lt;/span&gt;. As long as you see me out somewhere, you will see her. That's for sure. Well, we went out shopping the whole of yesterday, supposed to be today to celebrate her 19th birthday but she needs to celebrate it with her family. And so we went hougang mall early in the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;morning, early enough to withdraw some money from bank, cos er..i had forgotten my pin number. Bad memory i guess. My brain's getting rusty. I shall miserably try to deal with it. Went to look for ying as we knew she will be working, gave her a surprise. L0ls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed straight to orchard-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seoul Garden&lt;/span&gt; afterwards, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fifteen minutes later I was traipsing about $48++ poorer with a horrendously bloated stomach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;which i can't help kept feeling that food was gonna overflow from my mouth. I basically felt like puking before i finally gave up on eating and agreed to leave with esther actually. Boy, everytime i think of leaving, i also think of the $$$ i paid and am completely put off. It's not that I'm terribly cheap, (okay, maybe I am terribly cheap), but there are so many better ways to spend $48++. I could buy a heap of cherries and spit the seeds out my window at ugly passers-by. Or go to a dingy nail bar for a mani/pedi and risk cuticle disease. But as i had promised Esther, i'll kept my promises. Well, once in a blue moon you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112879483675350534?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112879483675350534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112879483675350534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-is-insidious-how-dependent-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112683641667335141</id><published>2005-09-15T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:12:33.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th787922.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's the bomb - the big dungbomb no one wants to accuse anyone of owning or dropping.&lt;br /&gt;Life to me now is all about school. Due to the fact that i basically spent half of my day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few RGS girls at the bus stop and to tell the truth, i was getting very much envious of them. My brother pointed to me that ACS(i) seems to be inhabited by a different breed of human - our ushers looked a little disjointed, they blinked too much in the sunlight. I personally think it applies to all upper-rung schools, whose children have been reading unnatural amounts and have spent too much time hunched over a desk. I mean, just look at me. I don't know how the hours just slip by like that. I am spending time exactly like I did O-levels: a lot of filler channel-surfing and eating activity with brief periods of compensatory intellectual stimulus (which often amounts to nothing more than reading a random book!) It is hard for me to manage time when I don't wake up early enough. There's something slightly off (be kind..) the normal templates, even though it's been years since I spent an unnatural amount of time with my studies.) I am only hoping the vague undercurrent of horror at how I waste time will spur me on to a semblance of diligence. I am suffused with well-being. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always actively attracting the wrong kind of attention. The trouble really begins when you start counting your friends, doesn't it? It's chronic and terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere at home is resultantly tense. My mother yells at me from time to time to instruct me to do this and that. She can never stop complaining on how lazy i am. And i really hate being accused of suffering from the deadly sin of sloth. You know when you feel really exchausted, you basically do not feel like doing anything at all but if you're forced to do so. Then i bet you probably do it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exhausted all the energies I possess for formal typing with endless correspondence for my OA project. I have exhausted all my juicy and adorable anecdotes with perky emails to important people, I have exhausted my self-destructive desire to put a piece of my heart out on the Internet, having found more direct means of getting it broken. It is difficult enough without the worries which weigh inordinately, because I am obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall drag my unreasonably tired self to eat dinner I don't really want now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112683641667335141?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112683641667335141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112683641667335141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/09/schools-bomb-big-dungbomb-no-one-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112509169703295062</id><published>2005-08-25T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T05:35:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thav-2483.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been weeks since i last blogged. Well, the reason why i don't blog consecutively would be either i'm too busy or that i simply ran out of substantial stuff to blog on. I'm currently on my school term break . Not going to worry about hauling myself out of bed the next morning. L0ls. It is sad that the most interesting things don't get taught (as in, are actively and consciously excluded) when they are not in syllabus, for fear of confusing the kids. I always thought it was because the teachers had no time, but now it looks like they are just really really afraid of the kind of student who writes 'with a hammer' for questions that begin with 'Suggest ways to break the bond...' I miss the primary school teachers who would just digress forever and swallow up two-hour periods with their life stories the way &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mdm Rajes&lt;/span&gt; do in her lessons. How does one do that? I probably wouldn't have survived if I hadn't found so many things I loved to hate about the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Class chalet&lt;/span&gt; on&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; was just great, yeah. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I drank a little and they said i was drunk with my entire face reddishly red in which i still refused to admit that what i drank was vodlka but soda instead, which contains &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5%&lt;/span&gt; of alcohol &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Felt like an elephant around the girls again, woohoo. It's my bones, nothing I can do. Right. But seriously, I just had to be put into the class where everyone else is the approximate size of a cigarette. It is okay. I can see beyond such things! Really! (Avoiding the breakfast table very nervously right now.) I just feel somehow that if ever I am thin I will hate it. It's always unsettled me the way fat seniors in secondary school go off somewhere and come back looking like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;famine victims&lt;/span&gt;, but with a spanking new tan and heaps of dangly earrings and a high sheen to their voices. So odd - are they different people? The thin people waiting to get out. Only I don't really have one, I think, so the exercise would be pointless and thus keep me unnecessarily away from Pizzas. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sk took some snapshots of the gathering, sad to say that i wasn't anywhere to be seen. As it'd be like whenever she tries springing her camera on me, if i noticed, i'd definitely dart for sure. So there's absolutely no chance for her to snapshot me in any way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112509169703295062?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112509169703295062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112509169703295062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-weeks-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112378507126671086</id><published>2005-08-12T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:26:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thfeelinghyper.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:deeppink;"&gt;[bits and pieces]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CA paper&lt;/span&gt; today and phew, i passed. Well, i didn't just passed, i actually got 40+ over 50. Ms Lee told the class that there was 1 failure before all of us got the paper and i was like, gosh she must be refering to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me. Cos seems like i was the only one who slacks in class which i bet nobody esle does better. Haha. The fact that i sleep throughout lessons. Besides i hardly goes to school early, a perpetual late comer.Sleeping my life away. Haha. Don't ask me why i sleep in class everyday. I am not tired.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is just that i can never listen to the teacher attentively. I am simply too hyper. But on a second thought, the credit doesn't all goes to me actually, i musn't forget to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank Jessica&lt;/span&gt; !! Yeah, she's the one. I did consult her when i encounter problems in my accounting. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks lots girl!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's like an expert in accounting. Sure to be a subtle accountant in future. Speaking of Jessica, read SK's blog. She was saying that friends come and go. Yeah. True. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nowadays, i still mix around with SK and company but not as much as i used to be. They are great. And please don't think that i hate you or something or even forgets you if i don't go with you guys. Cos sometimes, that's just the way i am. The bottom line is that i'll definitely not forget any one of you. All of you are cool to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:deeppink;"&gt;Went toa payoh with vikki to buy handphones. Cos she had losted her cellphone. Sigh, it's a long story. She actually had a phone model that she wants in mind but she ended up empty handed home. L0ls. I bet she's now having a hard time deciding on the phone she wants. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112378507126671086?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112378507126671086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112378507126671086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/08/bits-and-pieces-got-back-my-ca-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112309277250098117</id><published>2005-08-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:22:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/eb_1_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I want a driving licence !!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And that was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a counterfeit driving licence, i found that on googles. That shows that we can easily get hold of a driving licence in the UK. How i wish i can get one in Sg too but i don't think it's possible unless you can be sure not to met up with any accidents at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not even a minor one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tho i'm officially 18 which means i can officially learn driving, but just how am i gonna take up driving lessons when i am retaking my o levels and stud&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ying in ITE at the same time?! Having hectic Schedules, nah, a big no no. All right , forget about that, i wouldn't be able to drive even if i've got myself a licence simply because i do not have a car. So what's the point of getting a licence so soon?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/themaid_100x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there will be quite some horror movies showing soon in the time to come. Probably because of the seventh month for the chinese. In case for people who do not know, the seventh month means the ghost month. They are namely &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LAND OF THE DEAD and THE MAID&lt;/span&gt;. I was hoping that there will be more to come. So that we could have more choices over the movies that we want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Find this pretty meaningful ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in having no regrets, a second thought might be handy but not lingering too long over a decision. Experience it yourself, let your heart rules at time instead of your brain. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In retributions, what goes around, comes around. Therefore, treat others the way you wanna be treated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody is an island, friend is an asset that will never deplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112309277250098117?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112309277250098117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112309277250098117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-driving-licence-and-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112301493797511563</id><published>2005-08-02T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:14:34.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th5ced5e99.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[back after a long long break frm blogging]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm giving myself a break. A brief one, because if anyone deserves some downtime, it's me. I've been trying to get away from everything, or perhaps from 'them' all for some time now. I decided to take a few days off, it's quite different than when most of us do the same. My friends and family aren't used to going more than a few hours without either seeing me or talking with me, so my absence raises all kinds of red flags. What can i say, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am in the mood to disappear from the world now&lt;/span&gt;, however, i won't want to chat with them about it. It's time for me to take matters into my own hands and let them all know only one thing. That i'll go where i want to, when i want to. Example: the toliet. I don't know why but i simply had this weak bladder which i drink alot and goes to the loo alot. It's called personal freedom, and i insist upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i didn't actually feel like blogging for the past few weeks. Well, not just blogging tho, in fact i do not feel like doing anything at all. Don't ask me why, cos i don't even know why. Probably the lazy bug in me i guess. Shuoke asked me how come i didn't post recently cos i've stop posting after the last entry on Mr TT Durai and that awful picture of him looks like one in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;obituary&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. True isn't it. She did told me that she is sick of looking at that and well, to be honest, me too. So i decided for a change, which is to post a new entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much stuff i'd buy if i had the funds. But i'm just lying around in bed and stress about how much i can't afford. I figured that i'd have to make a list of things that i can't live without, and rank them in terms of priority. Considering where i wanted my savings to be at this point in summer. I'd try to pick up a few extra bucks by working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey and don't ask me why i didn't put my sentences into place. It's all jumble up. I just type whatever i feel like typing. Read between the lines and figured out on your own. I'm feeling kinda sick right now. Forcing myself to type with an empty vessel. Hey speaking of empty vessels, don't empty vessels makes the most noise?! Well, i guess typing words makes the most of the noises right now in the room. I ain't talking while i type which means i've proven that idiom wrong. Is that suppose to call an idiom anyway? Heh. I don't even give a damn. People who reads this entry, correct me if i'm wrong on my tagboard. To tell the truth, i am not very good at english, as a matter of fact, i only managed to get a D7 in my O level examination for that subject. And don't think i would be good in chinese if i am poor in english. Cos i don't speak well for either languages. l0ls. What am i trying to say?! Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112301493797511563?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112301493797511563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112301493797511563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-after-long-long-break-frm.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112136104499334780</id><published>2005-07-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T01:11:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/tt_durai.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mr TT Durai, Honorary Secretary of National Kidney Foundation]&lt;br /&gt;["Your every call saves lives", finally, the moment of truth is out.]&lt;br /&gt;Recognize that face??!! Haha. Sure you do. The key person of the NKF scandal. I've check out the channel news asia's forum and these are what the angry donors had stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i would say NKF are not the ones offering prizes. the prizes are actually from SPONSORS. however i do feel it would have been better if they don't give out prizes but use the money for the patients so we all don't have to donate so many times a year??? (the increasing no. of charity shows is gettin out of hand) i hope mr durai will recover from this episode and be more transparent about the usage of funds for NKF. singaporeans should also be reminded of something - dun keep donating and donating without a purpose in mind can. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huang na&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; die also donate,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liu hong mei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; die also donate..every lil thing happen also donate money. sighs. i believe everyone will start donating again after this fiasco ends. (: its for a good cause anyway.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; From my own personal opinion, what she says here sound so true to me. Don't you guys think so?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say that I am glad that I have stopped donating to NKF. The amount of money they get is ridiculous and I think some of our money can be spread to other organisation as well, they need it as much as NKF. Plus who can remember the issue about the way NKF offers prizes for donations? And it is not like a vacuum cleaner or coffee maker, they are offering cars as prizes and of course they can afford it. NKF is like Community Chest, which somehow can get the donation money rolling in but we often wonder how much of our money donated trickles fast enough down to the organisations under them. Whatever the case, I still suggest that people in Singapore donates generously because it is a good thing. Best if we can donate directly to specific organisations. And it will be good if the smaller organisations gets some exposure in the media so that the public has a choice and not be duped by performance breaking a bead of sweat to hope to "touch" our hearts for some money. Sad to say, nowadays everything is down to MONEY. I can applaud him for the fact that he did make the donation drive very successful but after all these hype, I shall no longer wish to support an organisation that forgot about the public's money, the real people that needs the money, and how much a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st class airfare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could contirbute to more life saving equipments, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a gold plated tap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that may contribute to lessen a patient's pains .. etc. I think saying that having &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a gold plated tap in the CEO's toilet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;an "extravagant" is dumb ... perhaps a gold plated tap will reduce kidney failures or any potential diseases????? Oh ... and I don't watch NKF donation drives on TV anymore and nothing can move me in the future because of the way the organisation has abused our trust. Too bad. NKF = Never Keep Funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another angry donor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we shld stop donating to NKF.. and start donating to another charity organisations. even out our donation. NKF no longer bears any credibility in the people. The public are really sincerely wanted to help the needy, yet we are sorta being treated like a fool. Just imagine if 'Take &amp; Take Durai' did not sue SPH.. we will continue being a fool for the next 30 40 years... Thanks 'Take &amp;amp; Take Durai' for making the decision to sue SPH. and Thanks SPH for returning the truth to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still out in the open whether his actions are legally right. Unless there are in-depth investigations into the finances as well as the business dealings of the organisation, the whole truth may never be known. However, it is obvious that the guy operated on the very fringe of what is legally right, eg the airfares. It is more than obvious that he is MORALLY WRONG. Again, unless a full blown transparent investigation by appropriate authorities is held, we may never know the truth as to whether any illegal deeds were performed. Is such an investigation likely? Maybe but also highly unlikely since skeletons may come tumbling out for people on the board, and these are people of high standing and great influence. However, it is too passive and typical Singaporean mentality to say we should let the matter rest. On the contrary, we should let this be a lesson to us and be more aware of such issues instead of relying on the government and wrongly placing our trust in them for such matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the other hand.. there are donors who still die die support NKF as well. Here are what they have to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what Durai did was not "really" wrong. It was just the we Singaporeans thoughts are too moral. We believe that the donations we made should be made for charity use, however, money was spent on luxury of the board members. This causes us to feel aggravted over this issue. However is the fault now with them or the high moral expectations that we had all along. We just get angry over this matter and just exaggerated the whole matter when our expectations and assumption was shattered. Me myself now no more support NKF comittee board but i will still support the patients. We must not let this crisis affects the needies. I think we went too far. Just because things do not flow the way we like just go out and making a scene and rejecting the NKF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said he is not "really" right. i think he shouldnt do what he had done but think again what he had done is it against the law? Is it right legally for him to do what he had did? YES. What was wrong was his actions was out of our expectations and so we get so aggravated. Did we over went as a civillised country. Though actions not morally upright but remember NOTHING IS FAIR IN THIS WORLD. We work with it but not change it. We try to request for change and not demand. Furthermore done is done why keep going over this matter. Just let matter rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think she sounded more like MRS TT DURAI. Who knows?!! Maybe yes, maybe no. But the possibility is still there. Anyhow, honestly speaking, since Mr TT Durai had already announced to resign, donors of NKF should just be cool. Things will get sorted out eventually. In fact, WRONG or RIGHT. No one has the right to say. Don't forget there is law in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112136104499334780?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112136104499334780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112136104499334780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/07/mr-tt-durai-honorary-secretary-of.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-112067829068113402</id><published>2005-07-07T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T03:48:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/SUNSET1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lala..Back on track]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before you start reading this, scroll down to the last of my jukebox. And simply click on the play button after that.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o fans and lovers of the movie Initial D, i've got one of the Initial D's soundtrack on my jukebox, it's the song called Piao Yi by Jay Zhou. So do play it on my jukebox and enjoy the music while you read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and that was Initial D which everyone is talking about now. The cool thing for the teens. Well, i supposed, i am one myself too. L0ls. Tho i don't get to enjoy youth day in that stupid ITE college like any other youth do. *Sigh. And i must emphasize on the COLLEGE!! It is no longer the end. L0ls. This is what the teachers in ITE kept talking about. But honestly, i don't think the change of name makes any difference at all. It is still the last resort for many. Take me for example, i do not have a choice! *frown. *Sigh. Anyhow, i mentioned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Initial D the movie, yeah, i watched it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today with my newly made classmates. And they are namely: Shou Ke (weird name isn't it?! I even thought that shes not local at first, Heh), Shi Ting , Jessica and last but not least the gracefully grace. Haha. They sure are a bunch of totally cool people to hang around with. All right. Let's talk about Shou Ke, i related her name with locker in order to get her name right all the time(actually that was what shi ting told me) and as for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;shi ting, worst, i called her shitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And that was sure an easy way to remember someone's name. Rofl. The first thing that comes into your mind when you had diarrhea. And i was like calling "Hey SHITTING and LOCKER(in chinese) everytime i sees them. HAha. Cool enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best friend, i supposed you know who you are. The 3 of you. Hint: ying, ting &amp;amp; ger. i apologise for not blogging since i started school. Let me explain, well, it's like i reaches home late every now and then and when i got home, i was like totally worn-out. Although i do come online but i am not in the mood to post you see. Furthermore, i do not have anything substantial to write about either. So i hope you guys understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-112067829068113402?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112067829068113402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/112067829068113402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/07/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111998657172007683</id><published>2005-06-29T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:49:55.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/initialD.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Woot, good news!!]&lt;br /&gt;People, just for your information. I've updated my jukebox. They are techno mostly. Cos it best describe how i'm feeling right now. Tho lonely but duper high!! L0ls. Haha. Geez...I cannot believe that i'm in adminstration course. All right. You guys have no idea what i'm saying here. It's a long story, here it goes. I actually wanted the Business IT course in Higher Nitec at Clementi without even thinking of the probelm that i'll face. Like the super long distance that i'll be travelling everyday to school and stuff. And guess what, i'm in. But after the first 3 days of going to school, i realised that i had made a worst decision of my life. Cos well, you can never understand how tiring it would be, travelling for, like an hour and half to school. Sitting. Boy, My butt hell hurts. And by the time, i arrived at school. I am not in the mood to study but rather i'd prefer walking more. I initially requested for a transfer to bishan but people told me that if i switch to adminstration course i'd get a higher chance of transfering to Bishan campus. And so i heed their advise and yup i am successfully in administration course but still. It's at clementi. And thank god, today, i was informed that they have a vacancy in bishan for me. Wow. That was like a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111998657172007683?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111998657172007683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111998657172007683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/06/woot-good-news-people-just-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111855967348665533</id><published>2005-06-11T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:40:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th625729387462446919.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wee!! It's my 18th birthday]&lt;br /&gt;vola!! The day has come and i'm officially 18 today!! I am so duper happy. I've made a wish and i hope it comes true. teehee. But i can't tell you guys as yet cos if i tell, it wouldn't come true. *wink. Hmph..and yeah i've got that ROXY sling bag that i wanted so badly. Well, i had my eye on a couple of design initially when i first went for the search at citylink but i ended up choosing one that i figured was my final choice. And guess what?!! It doesn't has the colour that i want(obviously pink and white in combination, my fav. colour). And i thought urghh...hence i asked the salesgirl which outlet has got that colour and she told me PS. And i went, but i realised that i've got even more choices there. I kept asking esther which or which is better and she simply ignores me. *frown. She told me that even if she gave me her point of view, i'll still ended up choosing the one of my own choice. So what's the point?!! Haha. Indeed, that was pretty true tho. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, esther told me that we will get to know our results in june 14. Woot. I can't wait for that. l0ls. And yeah my school is gonna commence in june 20. yay!! 1 more pathetic week to go. Ah, I'm 18 now...lalalala..Gonna get myself vodlka.&lt;br /&gt;cheers. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111855967348665533?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111855967348665533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111855967348665533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/06/wee-its-my-18th-birthday-vola-day-has.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111802160588242729</id><published>2005-06-06T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:44:59.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thaddicted.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Teehee, my long awaited birthday!!]&lt;br /&gt;As you can see the title for yourself, my birthday is obviously approaching. L0ls. Words can't even describe how thrill i am now. Just thinking, in no time i'll be 18 and that means i'm old enough to drink and drive, not simultaneously tho. Haha. Well, i've got to get myself a car license as soon as possible in order to do that. Hmm..there will definitely be loads of stuff that i'm legal to do by then. Yay!! Read ting, ger and ying's blog and found out that they went shopping. Splurging like nobody's business. Anyhow, i also accidentally found out that they had got me a pink shirt for my birthday present. OoPS!! It's my favourite colour PINK!! They sure know me better. And according to ting, we are gonna wear that together when we hang out someday. Cool. l0ls. But i was actually hoping that they get me a better stuff like this&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/parishiltonperfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, in case you guys didn't see the words clear on the box. It's Paris Hilton's perfume. l0ls. That was just part of my wishful thinking i guess. Haha. As a matter of fact, i'm always dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;And so, i am soon gonna get back to school in late june, hence i figured that i'll need a change in my school bag for the new school term. One has much more to rant and rave about when school is a pesky nuisance. New classes, new faces and perhaps a new me. When school starts, trust me, there will definitely be plenty of stuff that i'll keep whining about. Hmph..i gotta get myself done soon, cos later on, my mum is gonna drive my sis, esther and i to cityhall. I need a ROXY sling bag!! And i need it bad. Gonna get it today, no matter what. My mum says she would get me tho. Hey i'm jobless and that means i'm poor!! Sometimes i wish money would just fall from the sky. Well, gonna get our long awaited Xbox at the Funan IT mall today as well. Teehee. Am so looking forward for everything. Xoxo. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/roxay4.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111802160588242729?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111802160588242729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111802160588242729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/06/teehee-my-long-awaited-birthday-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111797296985697069</id><published>2005-06-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:18:23.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/ttl_sec_7270.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handphone model that i desire so much, ladies and gentlemen presenting to you Nokia 7270. It's cool isn't it?!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/img_sml_7270_bold.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111797296985697069?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111797296985697069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111797296985697069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/06/handphone-model-that-i-desire-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111771872005784465</id><published>2005-06-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:31:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thbigdreams.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dead bored at home, day 3]&lt;br /&gt;I'm in frightfully foul mood today cos well, i actually got myself a job which i spend the whole of last friday looking for it. But after the interview, training and stuff, i was informed that i need to get myself injected by a doctor and get myself a certificate to cerfify that, in order to start work. Gosh, and guess what, i've got to pay all that by myself. I'm barely 18 and it's really hard to get a job cos i've got to return to school in late june. I am unemployed and therefore slacking. Although the fact that i detest work. Isolation is a terrible feeling to wake up to every single morning when it's grey light half filtering through the cracks in the curtains and the house is deathly silent and you moan that oh dear lord not another day to plough through, please not another day. I feel so strangely cut off from everybody, like an amputated appendage, somehow aware of the surroundings but not able to break through the bubble. I am just trying to work and earn enough just for a cell phone, that's all. Not asking too much. Cos it's like an agreement that i had with my mum that if i spent my own money on a phone, she can never confiscate it no matter how much i used on it. Cos it's my own money!!! It's my june holiday now you see??!! And can you believe an 18 years old without a cell phone, it's like my social life has come to a complete halt. There're things i want to do. Places i want to go, just that i'll have to go find people to go with me. Cos no one really seems to enjoy asking me out without a phone. My friends are receding. And only one word could describe how i feel every single day now, that is pure boredom!! Ah, sianzation. It's strange that the span of 3 weeks feels like 3 decades. Now, all i can do is to study for my upcoming O levels examination. Not again =( I'm already sick and tired of that, but what I've to do is try to get the mathematics formula into my thick skull. Well, i've forgotten how to write. My pen slashes the paper, inkless. Slash and score, but nothing comes out, only frustration. Sometimes, it dribbles, only to suddenly hemorrhage. Then, there is ink, getting everywhere but the answer. Urgh urgh....Trying to convince self to tidy room and wardrobe since i'm so super duper free but i ended up doing nothing. Just slacking, watching tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111771872005784465?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111771872005784465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111771872005784465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/06/dead-bored-at-home-day-3-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111687126873168949</id><published>2005-05-23T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:21:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th497475.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dead bored at home, day 2]&lt;br /&gt;well, as usual, i've got nothing esle better to do today. And here i am, blogging. Had read some of my friend's blog and found this kinda interesting quiz and yeah i did the quiz. And you know what, this kinda reminds me of the Brad Pitt movie, hmm..what was the name of the movie?!! Well, pardon me if i'm wrong cos i dun kinda remember it but i think it should be like "7 sins"? Anyway, it's something related to the word SIN. Heh. Guess i'd most probably be killed by my sin of GREED. Don't you see, it's way over 50%. Which means i've 60% of GREED in me to be exact. HAha. However, i'm contented to know that my chance of going to hell was only 26%, heh and also, not forgetting to mention that i'll die love and feared by many. L0ls. Was it something like the death of Lee Kim Wee, our former president? Oh my god, seriously i mean no offense by this. With all respect, i think he died in glory. &lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, was chatting with harveer on msn, and she told me this shocking news that Jun Liang, one of my secondary school classmate had had his own shop, i mean not his own shop, it's like a partnership. He and his friend's. To be honest, i never thought that he could have had a shop to himself cos back in the days, he never used to be anybody in school. And previously i had received this mail from him stating this:Hi all! &lt;br /&gt;MeowMoo Production's launch in Singapore will commence on the 28th of May (This saturaday!) at the Singapore Street Festival! We are holding various performances and bringing in models to start the MeowMoo craze at Orchard Road! Get ready for this phenomenon that is going to rock your nation! See you there! &lt;br /&gt;Your friend &lt;br /&gt;Max&lt;br /&gt;And i thought, er..maybe another advertising thingy that another person did for the company they work in or something. Cos it's like this kinda stuff do happen now and then. And i didn't really bother about it. Was even gonna delete it away without even looking at it but on a second thought, was gonna help forwarding it and spread the message to others since he was my ex-classmate. Well, i visited the website there and check out what he has made after that. Hey you guys can check it out too. The link &lt;a href="http://www.meowmoo.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Do support it. =) And i wish him luck in his business.&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="200" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFD391"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCE93"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC995"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC498"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBF9A"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB99C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB49E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFAFA1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFAAA3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 26%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5A5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die love and feared by many. And you'll be buried in a tomb.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111687126873168949?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111687126873168949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111687126873168949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/05/dead-bored-at-home-day-2-well-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111650680821493403</id><published>2005-05-19T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:23:11.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th16jntg.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dead bored at home, day 1]&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been like a week of school holiday, almost a week. Cos i'll still gotta attend school for my EFW paper tomorrow. Oh by the way, EFW is like my english paper. Anyway, was reading this newspaper, well just for your information, it's the TODAY newpaper but hey it wasn't today's newspaper. L0ls. Is that a lil confusing?! Well, doesn't matter. That wasn't important anyway. The thing is, this particular article caught my attention. And the heading was &lt;b&gt;Student apologises to A*Star 'unreservedly'&lt;/b&gt;. And you guys must be wondering, what the hack was that all about?! &lt;br /&gt;Here, it was about a PhD student who was threatened with a defamation suit by the Agency for Science, Technology and Research (A*Star) for a remark he posted on his blog on them. &lt;b&gt;And it's like hey a blog is supposed to be something personal. And it was just a remark and he got suited. And that was ridiculous.&lt;/b&gt; I can't imagine, a blog is like a personal space where you speak your mind, where you type whatever you want. It's like a diary of your's. It's not a website created for others to view except your friends. The student even got to state an apology saying that he recognise and accept that a number of statement that he made on his online journal, in particular to the posting of "certain date" were defamatory of certain person.&lt;br /&gt;But what's the need?!! Well, i totally thinks that he don't have to apologise for anything. However, if he did mention the certain person's name on his blog then well, he might be in he wrong then. Well, guess what, for this, he shut down his blog and posted an apology saying that &lt;b&gt;unfortunately in recent days, the price of maintaining the content which used to be accessible at this URL has become too high for the author to afford.&lt;/b&gt; Hmm..there's actually a solution for him, he should have just simply make his blog a password accessible one. Which means users will have to enter a password in order to view his blog contents and that would only allow friends of his who he tells the password to. Simple right?! How foolish of him. OOps, will i be suited for that?!! Well, i don't think so. Cos i can set a password for my blog anytime but whats the point. I'm not a selfish brat. Everyone and anyone can view my blog. Now learning about the threats of legal actions that can be make against you. &lt;b&gt;An advise from me: simply becareful of what you type but don't restrict yourself from typing what you want.&lt;/b&gt; Hey am i confusing you guys again??!!Anyway, you guys are definitely welcome at all time. So do feel free to drop by. And don't forget to wish me luck for my exam tomorrow. God bless. vola. ciao. Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111650680821493403?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111650680821493403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111650680821493403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/05/dead-bored-at-home-day-1-well-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111517169121204637</id><published>2005-05-11T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:56:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th1148815.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sux by each passing day. I cant believe i can stay alive in this place. Even if i am able to stay alive throughout. I'll only be at the bottom of the society, a useless person??!! An ITE student. Afterall, i'm just an ITE grad. Well, better than having no certs at all. Life sux. You can't do anything about that but at least u can tell the world about it. I'm having a pretty fcuked up life again. I always do. Friendship problems are always part of my life. Affecting me one way or another but this time its a bit better in the sense, i've some people around me to talk. Like for now i've got this special pal of mine who shares everything with me. Tomorrow, a day of school again. *sigh. This is what www.kabalarian.com says about me: Your first name of Claire has given you a responsible, expressive, inspirational, and friendly personality. Expression comes naturally to you and you are rarely at a loss for words; in fact, you have to put forth effort at times to curb an over-active tongue. Self-confidence has made it easy for you to meet people and you are well-liked for your spontaneous, happy ways. You sincerely like people and do not often experience loneliness; your work and home-life are likely filled with association. And that's pretty true. But i've got my surname as well and this is what it says: Your first name of Koh has given you a rather quiet, reserved, serious, studious nature. You have sensitivity and appreciation for the finer and deeper things of life, the beauties of nature, music, art, and literature. The people who mean the most to you are those who can offer you intellectual companionship. It is only when you are among those who understand your deeper nature that you can really be yourself. The experience of having your remarks taken lightly or belittled, particularly during the early years of your life, has caused you to keep your thoughts and feelings to yourself. You do not express yourself spontaneously when conversing with others; hence other people may often regard you as being aloof, and even unfriendly. And gosh, that is totally so not true. What do you guys think?!! Any comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111517169121204637?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111517169121204637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111517169121204637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-sux-by-each-passing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111489693030468561</id><published>2005-05-01T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:52:22.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/jessemccartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jesse McCartney rocks!!]&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys have any idea who Jesse McCartney was? Oh my gosh..he is So &lt;strong&gt;cool &lt;/strong&gt;!! I mean wow, who could actually believe that he could sing so well. I mean boys who have the looks don't normally sing well. And that's from my own personal opinion. L0ls. He totally rocks my world. *wink. By the way, i had 2 of his songs in my jukebox right at the bottom left hand side, in case you guys still can't see it, it is just below the roxy thingy. Heh. Highly recommended, Shes no you-1 of my most favourite song in his album and yup, beautiful soul. Pretty sure that you guys must had heard it somewhere already, i mean on the radio or something. Heh. Boy, He's like so talented, he has got the looks, the voice and everything which makes him irresistable. And i &lt;strong&gt;love him&lt;/strong&gt;, love his music, in fact i love &lt;strong&gt;everything about him&lt;/strong&gt;. But too bad so sad, &lt;strong&gt;he only visited taiwan recently, which is said to be the only asia country he would drop by.&lt;/strong&gt; *sob. But why?! Doesn't he know that he had fans in Singapore too? I mean Singapore is definitely a safe place to be in. Theres no terrorist, chicken flu, tsunami or any stuff like that. And i can assure you, he can be sure to be back in New York in one piece. Well, hope he does change his mind one day for the sake of his fans here. Although, i do felt disappointed, i mean i can't possibly fly to New York or stuff and believe me even if i could, i won't possibly find him. Besides, hes a super star. Geez...i sounded as if i was so despo to see him. What for?!! L0ls. Will i get a billion dollars if i see him?!! Nah, don't think so. So get a life. I should just get that stupid idea off my head then. Haha. Anyway, just for your information of Jesse McCartney, here, a little fact about him ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: April 9, 1987 &lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Westchester, NY&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Blonde&lt;br /&gt;Pets: A white and brown rat named Mocha&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: Baseball (likes pitching and is supposedly a great base stealer), playing Saxophone&lt;br /&gt;TV Shows: All My Children as Adam Chandler Jr&lt;br /&gt;Hey he is born in the year 1987, same as me. Which means, we are of the same age. *yay. Totally cool. Rock on Jesse..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111489693030468561?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111489693030468561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111489693030468561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/05/jesse-mccartney-rocks-do-you-guys-have.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111489499171603902</id><published>2005-04-28T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T05:03:11.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thth868361.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[guiness record breaker, ME !!]&lt;br /&gt;Geez...woke up at 7am in the morning and realised that i've got only 15 minutes to get myself done. I was totally in a rush. I mean well, i usually bath in the morning before i go sch. And to wash my hair i'd need like, say at least 10 minutes and then the drying up, in order for me to tied them all up in a pony tail. See, i'm racing againist time. Alright, so i figured if i wash my hair, i would definitely be late for sch. So i simply do a simple wash up, change into uniform and with my sling bag and black sch shoes, out the house i go. Fast isn't it. And guess what? I broke my own time record. I thought it would be impossible but i did it. Within 15 minutes, i'm all done and out of the house. Amazing huh? Now i guess nothing is impossible cos "i m possible". Haha. Do you guys get what i mean here? Well, i separated the word impossible. And it sounds like i am possible. Got it? Well, although i wasn't late for sch, but one thing happened on my way to sch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111489499171603902?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111489499171603902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111489499171603902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/04/guiness-record-breaker-me-geez.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111396097112311422</id><published>2005-04-27T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:56:48.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/th825467.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You deserve it!!!]&lt;br /&gt;Attended school alone as my buddy Esther was sick. I was informed first thing in the morning about that when i haven't even wake up. And i was like what the hell?!! I'll be all alone for the day. And i don't really like that. Wasn't sure of what had happened to her tho but was damn sure that if i don't rush, i'll definitely be late. Haha. And so i was like rushing like nobody's business and phew...i made it in time for school. *yay. Well, this was actually the second time that i had to attend school alone without esther by my side. The day went pretty well for me except...well, remember that person that i had mentioned earlier on in my post on saturday, april 16 2005? Hell yeah, it's him! He really piss me off today and i really really cannot tolerate him anymore. He is so fcuk up. And guess what?! i shouted at him during lesson. Hah. I had finally let it all out!! And he deserve it!!! All right this was how it begins. It was the first lesson and i was adjusting my chair but i just couldn't make it lower no matter how hard i tried to sit on it and so i seek help from sharil. And there goes that person saying "hey kai hoon don't act as if you're very light lah". Hey did i?! I mean even if i am. SO what?! Nobody asks him for his comment. He can keep his comment to himself. And shut his darn mouth. Frankly speaking, i do not give a damn to that, i simply look away. The best i could do. But he just couldn't give up on pissing me off further. Then he came near me and said this to me softly " go and die, go and die lah kai hoon". Oh cmon, can't he just get a life? Seriously, that was childish. But seems like he ain't quite satisfied without getting me on my nerves. And he goes "Hey, hey, wei, wei, wei.." at me. As if he was trying to ask me something and naturally my reaction was to answer him by saying huh? And when i said that, he turn around and speak to his other friend. The first time was ok cos i just couldn't be bother. But then he kept doing this. Again and again. And that's it, i shouted right at him "Stop your nonsense lah, fcuker!!!!". Well, you guys can never imagine the look he had on his face. The whole class hears it. L0ls. I don't normally shout like a barbarian for nothing you see. He made me. I'm educated and that was embrassing to me as well. But i think YOU derserve that scolding to get you out of your fcuk up childishness. Like it or not. I do not care. Like i said, i'll never try to make any friendly conversation with you. Hell no. You will only get hell from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Theres a limit to one's tolerance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111396097112311422?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111396097112311422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111396097112311422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-deserve-it-attended-school-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111381834174486600</id><published>2005-04-18T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:34:15.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thththdontlookback.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hey wake up!!]&lt;br /&gt;You guys must be wondering why the subject "Hey wake up". L0ls. Well, i was on the bus back home. As usual, i slept. I was actually sitting with this i think CHIJ girl for like 3-4 bus stops before she alight. And came this boy, which i don't know from which secondary school or maybe even JC who sat right beside me. At first, it was all right. ^-^ But not long after, he falls asleep too. And that was also okay. But guess what? Just right before 4-5 bus stops that i'll need to alight. That boy's head nearly lean on my shoulder. And i was like squeezing myself nearer and nearer to the glass. *Roll eyes. Honestly, i won't mind if he was really so so so tired and didn't know about that. But the thing is, when i stood up, he automatically shifted his body aside with his eyes close for me to pass through. Geez..Don't you see? He knew it. If i had knew that before hand, trust me. I am gonna push him away hard or maybe even wake him up no matter what. Anyway, i hope he really sleeps well after i had alighted. Cos he can have 2 seats all by himself. With his head on another seat. Haha. I am so lame.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've got to know about my BSA Ca marks today. And hmph, didn't really do that well. Got myself a 44 over 50. Should have gotten a full marks instead. HAha. Well, Esther did better than me by 1 mark. I should have know that, cos she is always so attentive in class compared to me. Cos during lesson, i'll never listen instead i sleep throughtout the whole lesson. Initially, got scolded several times but as time goes by, even my teachers got used to me, for sleeping. Haha. What a slacker. It's like now a slacker forever a slacker. lols. Getting to be lame again. Very soon, my other results would be out. Am getting so eager to know. Wish me luck. *Wink.&lt;br /&gt;And yup, almost forgot to mention, that LKK asked me and esther to talk when we were gonna have our PE lesson. And i was like huh?! Is he gonna scold us or what? But turned out, he told us that he saw us rushing into the school just in time before the bell rings in the morning and he was happy about it. L0ls. He even knew the bus we took in the morning. Wow. How smart. HAha. Does he has a binoculars? He can see. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111381834174486600?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111381834174486600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111381834174486600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey-wake-up-you-guys-must-be-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111353372689751742</id><published>2005-04-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T09:18:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thththa492e16a.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i can't take this anymore]&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I thought this week would be better but i'm wrong. Well, had been hesitating whether i should have publish this particular post for some days. Cos it's like people could read this and will be not so happy about it. But i figured that this is my blog, i'll type whatever i wanna type here. Why should i care about your feelings when people like you don't care about other's feelings at all. And i mean that particular people. You know who you are better. I do not want to mention names. But i simply can't take this anymore you see. He is pissing me off.  In fact, many people. I really can't stand the look he had on his face. I wanna make this crystal clear to you and everybody that me and esther are not lesbians. And we never were. So stop telling teachers what we did and so on. Am so sick of this. I should really lodge a complain. What exciting stuff would you want to know about me? I don't do drugs, i don't smoke. I ain't no saint, but i try to live by the rules i set for my life. I don't do crazy shit. So if you want, go make up stories all you want. Whatever. Seriously, that's all you can say. You need to have more imagination. Think up of interesting stories to show that i am a les.... like how i kiss esther, my best friend on the bus and stuff. People. The keyword is imagination and creativity. All the government's call to think out of the box have been wasted on you. In my case, &lt;strong&gt;i can think of a million and one ways to tell you fuck off.&lt;/strong&gt; But i won't. And don't think that it is because i don't dare. I do. But i don't want to make things hard for you and frankly, i don't bother. It's a bit like the texas song, "you can say what you want but i won't change my mind. i feel the same about you." you can say whatever you want. I won't return the favour. But in my case, &lt;strong&gt;i won't pretend to make friendly conversation with you&lt;/strong&gt;, because i am more &lt;strong&gt;evolved&lt;/strong&gt; than that. My genes have taught me not to waste precious ATP with people that aren't nice to you. Like you. Listen, i'm putting up with all your shit for that 2 more weeks that we had left to go. I don't wanna get myself no enemy so don't make yourself one to me. Get a life please, shouting across the classroom and whatsoever i don't care, just don't disturb me unnecessary. I'm not a person to be mess with. Not like bryan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Theres a limit to a person's patient and mind your own business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111353372689751742?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111353372689751742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111353372689751742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cant-take-this-anymore-know-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111330406015311382</id><published>2005-04-15T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T03:31:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/14/3774101/11459782612835l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken on last week's sunday with ger while we were waiting outside crystal jade. It was a late birthday celebration for ger as she was having her exams on her birthday. Ying, ting ger and me had so much fun together, for once. Cos we have not been seeing each other for like a long long time. *sob. How sad. &lt;br /&gt;We went shopping and stuff. And i was like had my eye on many many things. If i had the money, trust me, i'll definitely start splurging and spenting like nobody's business. Haha. Unfortunately, due to financial constraint i can't. *Sigh. But face it i can't always get what i want and i always wonder why money don't just fall from the sky. Realise that money is really really important everywhere you go. How i wish i could strike a lottery or something. Well, i know that it is impossible cos i dun buy lottery due to 2 factors which are number 1, i'm underage and secondly, i'm a christian, i can't buy lottery. Anyway, was reading my horoscope for the day and geez...this is what it says "Money and material things are on your mind, and you may feel cranky if you can't get what you want right now. You don't like to be stingy, but you're trying to watch how much money you throw out the window. Be creative about finding ways to spend time without spending cash." Oh my god, that is so true. But just how can i spend time without spending money? Is that possible in any ways? Gosh, gotta think hard!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111330406015311382?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111330406015311382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111330406015311382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-pic-was-taken-on-last-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111231930953241084</id><published>2005-04-01T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T08:29:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thbrokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Down on luck?!!!]&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this week has really been bad. And i mean real bad!! Well, i don't say that for nothing, cos bad luck has befall on me recently. All right. First of all, it was yesterday, things just happened after sch when Esther and me were waiting for our bus at the bus-stop. As usual, we were having a conversation which of course i was the one talking all along. Haha. And all of sudden, a mad fella came out from nowhere &amp; told me this "Miss, i'll give you 2 bucks if you say you like me." (Translated from chinese) Damn. *Roll eyes. The mad fella was a he and he spoke that in chinese. And there i was, totally in shock. *Mouth opened. Esther was the one who pulled me up and walk away. Away from that pyscho. He doesn't look like any normal person anyway, so i don't really give a damn but i did freak out. *Eyes wide opened. And next was what happened today, geez, was late again for sch. Not to mention, getting a lecture frm my teacher, that LKK (mr tan) again. As usual, he asked Esther &amp; me the same old question again like "Why are the 2 of you always late together?" , "Does the 2 of you live in the same house?", "Who is waiting for who?" and so on. Isn't that stupid? He kept saying that the 2 of us can never do all things together in life. Like getting married and giving birth. Oh cmon, that is so dumb. Obviously, we were taking the same bus to sch everyday. So it wasn't our fault, blame it on the bus driver. Blame it on the traffic. I dunch care. As a matter of fact, i do not like to be late either but as the saying goes, it is better to be late than never and i believe in that. I had already tried my best not to be late but time and again i failed. And so we had our punishment frm that LKK today which was to clean up the Com Lab at the end of his lesson. To tell the truth, that was nothing to me. Haha. See, isn't this week disastrous!! Hoping for the better next week. Hope that none of such things will ever happen to me ever again!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, will be hanging out with ying &amp; esther after sch at hougang mall today. Ying is on the look for jobs currently as she is having her 2 months poly holiday. And so wish us luck, maybe i would want to work part-time as well, if i could find one that can coordinate with my sch time. *Wink. And that would be so great. Cos that would mean that i could spent more. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111231930953241084?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111231930953241084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111231930953241084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/04/down-on-luck-gosh-this-week-has-really.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111206100824037870</id><published>2005-03-28T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:58:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thbleed.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Accident prone?!! Me?!!]&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk...All right, pardon me for being rude but i just can't help it!! Let me explain...For the past few days, since the first day of my sch reopen till today i've been getting myself hurt unintentionally every now and then. I mean who on earth would want him/herself to get hurt. And by hurt, i mean some minor injuries like getting myself cut, scratch and so on. Okay here's the story, on the first day of sch reopen, everything was perfectly fine during sch but not after sch, cos i tripped and fell the moment i alight from the bus. Well, i'm not going into details for that. Cos i dun usually like to dwell on bad things that happened to me. *Sigh. but phew, was lucky enough to just get slight scratches on both my leg. Then the next day, i was gonna cross the road by J-walking and i got myself a cut on my wrist by the metal fence which you'll often get to see in the middle of the road. Well, don't ask me how i got my wrist cut by that. Cos i, myself had exactly no idea as well. Lucky i didn't bleed to death. Or i'll never forgive &amp; forget that fence. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111206100824037870?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111206100824037870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111206100824037870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/03/accident-prone-me-fcuk.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111147990008008233</id><published>2005-03-22T15:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:25:00.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thskinnydipping.bmp"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm trapped in this life]&lt;br /&gt;Another day at home, saw this anti-drugs commercial on the t.v and thought that it was kinda interesting. Lolx. All about the life of an Ah Beng, personally, i felt that that was the best commercial that i've ever seen on the t.v. =P. Haha. Come to think of it, i was on the phone some days ago with kendes, &amp; she told me that she knew this guy on the anti-drugs commercial named Andy. Haha. They are one of a kind i guess. Anyway, what is so good about drugs? Do you take drugs? My answer would be: Everyone does, including me. I take in a total of thirty-nine ice cubes everyday. Lols. And that was lame, isn't it? Haha. I crap alot. And what do you do during your free time like now? Answer:Doing whatever you think I'm doing such as nothing. L0ls. Looks like i'm addicted on crapping.&lt;br /&gt;[Continuous-Split-Personality Conversation]&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to this conversation. Thank me for joining myself. I'm welcomed. Am I talking to myself? Not really, because of noise pollution. Oh. In fact, I'm typing to myself! That's cool! Indeed. So, what am I going to ask myself next? &lt;strong&gt;How much time do I spend on revising? More than one second, and less than one second, and one millisecond.&lt;/strong&gt; Interesting! Thank me! Haha. I'm going haywire.&lt;br /&gt;How many people sneeze in a second around the world? I'm not sure, but I guess its more than one and less than the whole world's population. Wow! Another fact added to my knowledge from my knowledge! Tell me more. Well, sure, people do sneeze, let I give me an example. *SNEEZE* Interesting! People like me and myself are contributing to sneezing-per-second campaign. Indeed. May I know from myself who started it? Me, myself, and I! HAha. I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thank me for having this short and interesting conversation with me. I'm greatly welcomed. I know that. Me too. Ending here? Yes. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;All right, back to the normal me. I ain't talking to myself anymore, typing to myself tho. Haha. Anyway, esther was online a few hours ago and she told me that Xiu Jing smsed her to ask her &amp; me out tomorrow. Apparently, it was definitely an OK frm me since i'm always free but.. just guess where we will be going? Orchard!! Not again! ANywhere esle? Nope. So that will be my programme for tml. Weiwei will be tagging along as well if i'm not wrong. Tho esther didn't really tell me abt that. Hey did i ever mentioned that i had my hp confiscated by my mum?! Yeah, i hope she will give it back to me soon. Real soon before i go mad. Shall end here, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111147990008008233?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111147990008008233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111147990008008233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-trapped-in-this-life-another-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111138592106323159</id><published>2005-03-21T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T14:18:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thgirlsrockit.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[holiday...]&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of my sch holiday. Yet another day stuck at home, on the net. There is really absolutely nothing for me to do except to study which only fools will, during their once in a blue moon sch holiday. And i'm perpetually feeling bore...I mean yeah, hanging out with friends would be great but...where esle in singapore could we go?It's like a small restricted island with limited space for fun and leisure. Plus there are lots of things that i can't do..like..hanging out late after 12 midnight, drink and so on. And on top of that, money is another problem. I mean i'm not those kinda filthy rich fellas due to the fact that i do experience money problem nowadays. You do not see money overflowing in my bag and i do not have a chauffeur. Urgghh..yes, i'm lazy &amp; i dun grow phat &amp; i'm not happy abt it. Sigh, life is such a misery. Well, i hope this is just temporary for the time being. Cos the life that i'm leading now is like so square. Nothing interesting really happens. Each and everyday, i'm just plainly following the same old routine. Sometimes, i really wish that a sudden power cut or even a slight earthquake would happen. =p. Can somebody just get me out of this life that i'm living..?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111138592106323159?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111138592106323159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111138592106323159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/03/holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111073039563624673</id><published>2005-03-14T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T08:51:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/pinklip.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[To see is to believe..]&lt;br /&gt;Had just check out my mailbox &amp; had received this mail frm my cousin. Gosh, i can't believe how mankind could be so damn cruel. That was really inhumane. You guys should check it out &amp; see for yourself. Well, what can i say?! Hmph..stop buying/suppporting fur made stuff. Those animals are not meant to be torture that way. They deserved to live their own life like we do [in d forest i mean]. *sob. I kinda burst into tears the moment i saw tears in that little thing's[fox or smth, eh, wasn't too sure tho] eyes. Now i know why they say money is the root of all evil. And that is what i call EVIL. Those china fellows are a bunch of morons..They should be shot in the head and be skin alive just like what they did to those poor little things. They do not deserved the name, human being cos they are a total disgrace to us the human beings. They are the cold blooded animal. *pui~ And i so totally despise them. This is the    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hk.geocities.com/blood1213/fur.html "&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111073039563624673?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111073039563624673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111073039563624673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-see-is-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111050947306047909</id><published>2005-03-12T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T08:57:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/knnbccb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[doing my own stuff. ]&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in the world of ideas today. Thought of coming up with a list of my very own favourite top 10 idol of the idol. Well, i practically got nothing much better to do, so here's what i've done. And they are ranking from the 1st: Edison Chen, followed by Daniel Wu, Josh Hartnett, Benjamin Mackenzie, Colin Farrell, Ollie Georgion [juz for your information,Freek is frm d blazing squad], Ashton Kutcher, Tom Welling, Brad Pitt &amp; lastly Orlando Bloom. *peace sign. Yay. Hey so what do you guys think of it? Though, most of them are in the process of aging..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/thTheO.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[t.v shows.]&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what the horoscope says were somehow true.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking philosophically lately and reading some pretty smart books, and suddenly i don't have a lot of time for reality TV. Been getting less &amp; less tv shows nowadays. Recently, we have the desperate housewife which has become quite a big thing on channel 5, i've catch the first few episodes but slowly began to lose interest on it. Speaking of that, i kinda miss The O.C which features Benjamin Mckenzie. *wink. Hoping for the return of The O.C soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111050947306047909?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111050947306047909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111050947306047909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/03/doing-my-own-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111033411104099530</id><published>2005-03-09T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:10:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/iROCKnROLL22/1086898.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what a good morning !]&lt;br /&gt;I was on bus 70 this morning and it was damn packed. Hence Esther &amp;amp; i had to stand throught out the whole ride. Kinda sickening when this kinda thing happened first thing in the morning. But that wasn't so bad after all, compared to me being push by 2 person in a day. Geez..was pushed by an auntie who was extremely eager to squeeze in, like she would be able to get the first prize squeezing thru the crowd, there wasn't any seats available you see. *Roll eyes. And next,was my dear friend esther. *Sigh. I was standing somewhere near the stairs when the bus suddenly came to stop and esther fell directly on me. Luckily i was holding on to that thin pole with strength, if not i would have fell down the stairs and that would be SO pathetic ending up somewhere in the hospital with that stupid ITE uniform.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i've got, well, i ain't too sure abt whether it should be a good news or bad news...It's like one of my classmate was pregnant, and she was trying to lent some money for an abortion. Although that wasn't suppose to be my problem but she had came to me and i'm now in a dilemma you see. To be honest, lending her some money wasn't much of a problem to me tho but lending her the money to kill a life??!! Am i doing the right thing?!! I doubt. At her age, i think she would be better off taking care of herself rather then a baby. But...abortion..I'm kinda against such things cos i truely thinks that the baby deserved a right to live. And the baby is innocent. So what am i supppose to do? I mean besides helping her financially what esle and in what ways can i help her?! Any suggestions?! I'm confused. Life is never a smooth road and i couldn't agreed more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111033411104099530?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111033411104099530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111033411104099530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-good-morning-i-was-on-bus-70-this.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-111030035314234209</id><published>2005-03-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T01:10:17.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/live2shop.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Long vent ...]&lt;br /&gt;Late for sch again. *Sigh. First thing in sch was got scolded by that naggy old fellow Mr Tan. Geez..he was specially waiting for us [esther &amp; me of course] somewhere near the office which we will definitely get to see him when we enter the sch. Well, getting that little scolding frm him wasn't much of a big deal anyway, cos it's like his scolding has already became a part &amp; parcel of our life. Haha. However, i was totally pissed off when he assumed that i am the one causing esther's late coming which as a matter of fact was so not true. *roll eyes. Hence i fight strongly for my rights. Haha, i was simply correcting him, getting him to tell me the reason why i was always the one who is influencing esther [the always good girl]. Apart frm that, went to KFC at J8 for lunch after sch with weiwei, sui jing, samatha and of course my twins buddy who is forever sticking around with me whenever i go, esther. Haha. Well, actually i went reluctantly, cos i was full and didn't really feel like eating anything. But weiwei kept insisting on eating something before we actually study together for our CAs. And while we were discussing on where to go, i somehow offended her, and she was like walked away angrily. To apologise,i therefore agreed to eat at KFC which she has been talking abt eating there some days ago when we were at ITE machperson. *Sigh. Anyway, it's her birthday tml, and of course esther &amp; me had a present for her. It was brownies from mrsfield. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i've been trying hard to save up recently to shop for some new clothes. But looks like it hasn't been too successful. It's like i always have the tendency to spent money eslewhere except clothes. *frown. And i've been asking a little too much from my dad. Should refrain frm asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i've fogotten abt my 'O' levels result..Hey i haven't. I'll study. Or i'm simply a good-for-nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-111030035314234209?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111030035314234209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/111030035314234209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/03/long-vent.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-110964111101909218</id><published>2005-03-01T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:11:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/gltterlip.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[What am i ? a failure?]&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i've flung my exams again. I thought having a new layout for new year would mean a new beginning for me but... it's the same old thing happening again. I'm really a great disappointment. My buddies had been giving me their continuous support and encouragement during my 'O' level examination period and i've once again disappoint them. Especially wanying, she has been caring and encouraging me during my darkest moment and even tho lots of people and friends of mine had lost faith in me, telling me that even if i retake my o levels i won't study and so on due to my hack care attitude and behaviour however, Wanying had never give up on me. And shes the only person who believes in me. Thanks a million ying. I've know her eversince i was in primary sch. And i can say that shes really my soul mate. She's really a friend for a life-time. Well, she did sms and ask abt my results but i'm too ashame to tell her... I mean i don't want her to feel sad for me anymore. I know that it's my own future that i'm dealing with right now. Cos my future lies in my own hand and that if i don't have the will to study, nobody can help me either. This is already my second attempt and now i'm having a hard time deciding on whether to retake my o levels anot. I mean what can i do without an O level cert?! Basically nothing... I know i've great ambition but ... it's just that my laziness has been killing me. Alright, let me explain, mentally i wanted to study but physically i'm not. You get me?! It's like whenever i sit down quietly to study.. i tends to get tired and starts to get sleepy and eventually i'll just knock off. Hey i don't want that either. *frown. I'm in a dilemma. If i dun retake again, and if ever i regret when i get even older than now. Then... *roll eyes. Well, but if i retake again. I've to really put in real effort to study. My dad is like, if i wants to retake and i've the confident to do it, by all means, go ahead. But....alright, how abt this? i'll give myself this retake as my last and only chance. I swear i'll never retake, never again for the rest of my life if i flung again. Seems like i'm the only one who can help myself now in my current stituation. May god bless me in my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-110964111101909218?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/110964111101909218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/110964111101909218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-am-i-failure-sigh-ive-flung-my.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-110528329827259360</id><published>2005-01-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:58:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[ Geez.. What am i suppose to do? ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my gosh!! Something must be done. I've got 2 ways out. One is to sincerely apologise to my mum that i'm truely sorry and that i've already learnt my mistake and the second way out is to rent a hse and stay out on my own, living off myself. But the question is, will my mum accept my apology? And will i be able to earn enough to rent a hse on my own? Geez.. On a second careful thought, i think the best solution to my problem will simply be apologising to my mum but it's not as easy as what you guys might think cos if that's so, i wouldn't have end up here at my friend's place. Well, guess what my mum says were right..I'm still young, like a kid. There are still many things that i can't do just on my own. I'm sad but what am i suppose to do now? Dear lord are you there? Could you listen to me and save me frm above? I'm a sinner i must admit but please don't punish me in sucha harsh way. I know talking back to my mum isn't right, but sometimes things just got out of hand and without realising you would already be in deep regrets. So this would be a lesson to me and to everybody, think before you act guys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-110528329827259360?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/110528329827259360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/110528329827259360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2005/01/geez.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-110363838324235816</id><published>2004-12-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:31:58.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Good news and bad news!]&lt;br /&gt;I'm at kendes's friend, huilin's house now. Today was much better off than any other day when i was at home rotting but the bad news is, after spenting half of my day at Toa Payoh and orchard with kendes and huili, theres still ain't any sign of job for us. *Sigh. Kinda disappointed actually but well, what can i say, look on the bright side, i'm probably just fated to stay home and relaxe type. Being able to enjoy like a Tai Tai everyday at home is not that bad after all. Haha. Pardon me. I'm just trying to console myself. *blink. Oh yeah, almost forgot, i tripped and fall on some wire thingy on the floor today while i was walking towards the Poh Heng jewellery shop with Kendes and Huilin. *Roll eyes. Boy, that was embarassing!! And the worst thing is that, after i fall, then i spot Bernard there doing some kinda survey job. Damn. Didn't even know if he saw me falling. Gosh, i hope he didn't notice me. *Cross finger. Sigh, but the thing is everytime i go orchard i never fail to see him there. So people, just for your information, Bernard the baddy is currently working at orchard. *somebody pass me a loud hailer. Haha. Hey but know what? the good news is that i've know a new friend today, YAy!! Hip Hip Hurray!! And she is none other then Huilin. Yup, i did mentioned her name earlier on, she's one of kendes's friend. *Peace sign. =p. Shes totally cool!! And that's why i'm at her house now. Although shes under probation, well, we had fun at her house. Playing UNO watching VCD and so on. And know what she even told me and kendes that we could stay overnight in her house for days.. Well, if i ever run away frm home...Her house would be my hiding place i guess. Hehe. Better than the hole SAddam hides in. Haha. Hmm..shan't write any further. Shall end here i guess. =p VoLA!! ciao.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-110363838324235816?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/110363838324235816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/110363838324235816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-news-and-bad-news-im-at-kendess.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-110198371283878407</id><published>2004-12-02T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:58:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;[By popular demand i'm BACK &lt;strong&gt;once&lt;/strong&gt; again!! Haha.]&lt;br /&gt;Have pretty much been occupied with lotsa stuff recently. Can't really haf my own time to sit in front of my pc to blog, i mean yes i do go online now and then but it's just for a while or so. A moment you see me online on your msn list and a few moments lata i'm gone. I mean i've to study for my exams pals, don't blame me for not replying or even log off the moment you just tried to talk to me. Well, had just came up with a christian name and had decided to stick to it till the day i'm six feet under. Haha. Sounds funny isn't it?. But no kidding i do mean it. So friends and buddies who are currently reading this right now, it's tyme you guys and girls call me CLAIRE for a change, well, i know it's pretty hard for you guys to adapt calling me claire but what can i say..try your best lah girls..Sooner or later, it will be fixed..I mean my name will be fixed as claire. Be it shannelle or kai hoon, i'm still the same old me you see. NOthing esle will change except my name. So rest assured friends and buddies. Anyway my Claire sounds exactly like clay but the pronuciation a little different in the end. Get it ? hehe. Sigh, finally all i've been waiting for all these while, my school holiday!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-110198371283878407?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/110198371283878407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/110198371283878407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/12/by-popular-demand-im-back-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109843749502463410</id><published>2004-10-22T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T19:48:51.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[warning: long vent]&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, I haven't blogged for...SO long. I'm quite sorry about this - you see, I thought, if I don't go near my computer, I wont be tempted to go online and waste my revision/study time, but hey did I ?! Haha. so I've been working hard lately (not really tho). I haven't really done anything, haven't.... just checked my email and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've updated on here. Don't worry, I'm still here. I'm really getting tired of looking at this layout, even though it took me ages to finish, but I'm not feeling the layout any more. I'm starting to like more simple layouts. I've always wanted to make my site that way, but I always end up designing too fancy.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going pretty well for me, life has its ups and downs, and I'm always experience those ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;More and more horror movies are out now but well well, how can i possibly watch any?! I mean it's always the same old reason, exams approaching. *Roll eyes . Hey but speaking of movie, that reminds me of resident evil which I mentioned, wanted to watch with esther earlier on. And yes we did catch that movie. It was really awesome like da preview.&lt;br /&gt;Like any other school days, esther and me were as usual late again!! damn!! well, what's the big deal anyway?! We were just have to do our detention. And yes i'm still in school now doing my detention in the self-access room. Haha. Pretty much enjoying myself but at the same time freezing to death. Gosh, chillingggg......it's freezzingg cold here..so gotta get outta here fast before my body harden like a block of ice. Haha. ciao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109843749502463410?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109843749502463410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109843749502463410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/10/warning-long-vent-ah-yes-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109671494589290383</id><published>2004-10-02T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T06:04:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uh..have been online listening to Simple Plan's-Welcome to my life. It's an awesome song and i'm loving it. I've even look up for the lyrics of the song. Simply right click to see the lyric.&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/6633450-109671494589290383?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109671494589290383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109671494589290383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/10/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109663457024623915</id><published>2004-10-01T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T06:04:30.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Start your revision liao or not?". It's the time of the year when this is the hottest question again and my usual answer is always a big "NO". But no worries, i think i'll get my cheesecake anyway.Haha. Maybe i'm getting too complacent. Used to aim for a just pass before. This time different i'm aiming for the sky cos theres too much at stake liao, to get high marks, others must get low marks. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Feel very weak and exhausted, completely no energy to do anything and still haven't even start my revision. Just taking my own sweet time.Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;It's another boring day at school today, was hoping for kendes to turn up but as usual she didn't. Disappointed. Smsed her to come to school, but she told me that she already quited. So i kept smsing her, persuading her to come back to school. And her answer was "I tink first lo". Well, i guess that's the most I can do. If she really choose to quit, although i would definitely feel sad for her but theres really nothing more i could do. Since i couldn't convince her. =(&lt;br /&gt;Argghh...it's Esther's birthday tomorrow but i still have not thought of anything to give her. Hmm..What could she like?! I mean i really had no idea. So instead of giving her a present, i suggested on treating her to a movie. She agreed. And since she do not have any particular movie that she wanna watch in mind. Again i suggested that we might as well watch the Resident Evil Apocalypse(I figured she likes horror film). Hehe. Hey isn't that what i wanna watch badly? It took me some time to convince her on watching that movie tho. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;So during recess, i started on a conversation with Esther and Joanna. Started speaking on how much i miss Kendes and so on and asked joanna whether she felt the same way but GUESS WHAT ?! Immediately her facial expression changed. She wasn't too happy about that however i went on..Hehe. Like i said i'm blunt and talkative and i can't help it either. So i said hey why can't you just forgive and forget joanna?! And that's it she just walk away. Guys don't you think she's a little too petty?! Don't you see, it's my mouth and i'll say whatever that pleases myself and only myself, well, to be honest i don't really give a damn to her. You might say i'm self-centred. Hey like it or not that's me!! I ain't gonna change for anyone's seek except for the better, it would be hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;Got home a little late as i got to do my dc after school. Esther and me went to McDonald for our all time favourite Mcflurry. I mean the ice-cream uncle is everywhere in sight and i can't resist anymore(If you don't believe, go to J8 someday now and you will realise how hard you could resist the temptation of ice-cream). But i still prefer Mcflurry and so do Esther. Hehe. And that's not the end, cos esther told me that she saw the sean picture on fabian's friendster account and i wonder...So we checked it out in the school computer lab after the Mcflurry and Lolx,Rofl...it was really him in the pic..Gosh, now i know why they say looks can be decieving, know what, he looks like those very quiet kinda guy to me which the picture proves him wrong. Both of us were laughing like mad the moment we saw that pic appear. Haha. &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/6633450-109663457024623915?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109663457024623915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109663457024623915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/10/start-your-revision-liao-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109621109106417804</id><published>2004-09-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T06:04:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Did i mention that i'll be going out with them to study today?! yeah, we did meet up at hougang green today. It was pretty amazing how I manage to wake up that early in the morning, cuz i didn't slept early the other night plus most of the time i'm always late. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Starting frm the morning, after i had everything done and was ready to go, smsed ting and guess what, her reply was she had just woke up and that the other 2 girls did the same as well, therefore they had decided to change the time to 11am. I then gave her a call at arnd 10 plus and she told me that her dad will be fetching her there. And i was like "go with me lah, don't leave me alone leh". In the end she agreed. Hehe. i was quite persuasive i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Ting told me lotsa things that happened in her school which i had to admit, some were pretty hilarious. Especially the fellow that she mentioned, picked his nose every now and then in school in a very obvious kinda manner. Imagine she told me in macdonald and i was laughing like hell. Can't help it!! People there surely thought i'm insane. Haha. How i wish those kinda funny things happen in my school rather then those discipline case sort. Sigh! After germaine and wanying had arrived. We took our brunch together. Then we start our revision. thought i would be home quite early but end up reach home at 8 pm plus but thats ok. Once in a blue moon. Hmm..basically that's all abt it today i guess.&lt;br /&gt;shall end off. ciao!! &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/6633450-109621109106417804?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109621109106417804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109621109106417804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/did-i-mention-that-ill-be-going-out.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109605666717420025</id><published>2004-09-24T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T05:55:47.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resident Evil Apocalypse&lt;/strong&gt;!! Oh boy- you have no clue how badly I want to see that movie!! The previews are looking pretty aweesoomeee if I might say so myself. Sigh, but due to the examinations approaching. Friends are all busy studying.&lt;br /&gt;This year, everything is just so poles apart for me. I have so many more things to look forward to than just the Internet. Sigh-but I guess that would be my burden since I've been spending a lot of time on the phone talking till 2am plus with erhem..Mmmhmm. Oh yes, and let's not forgot about the evil moth that has been attacking me in my room for the past hour. That f..... is keeping me up as well. I'm a little too paranoid that it's going to slam into my face while I'm sleeping. Lolx-It has happened before! I'm just hoping when I do decide to finally go to sleep that he doesn't find his way into my mouth. &lt;strong&gt;I'm NOT hungry&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Weird. What have i done?! I don't think i deserve to be labelled cocky!! Not only do I want to smack you across the face countless times with a trout for saying that, but for your ghetto ebonics as well. Seriously... who talks like that these days? "if u ever ignore me dennnnnn shiizzzzzzzzzz immma hunt yooh down!" ROFL. Sorry, I don't speak retard-o!!&lt;br /&gt;It's bizarre how every now, and then I'll reflect about an old friend. And within that week, or day they end up calling me out of the blue. So I talked to harveer the other night. I haven't talked to her in ages. We've been really good friends ever since we were in Secondary School. I miss that girl. We decided that we needed to hangout soon again, like old times, and catch up on each other's lives. It's sad to think that harveer, germaine, ying and ting were my only true good friends in Secondary School...everybody else was as fake as those smile on Ellie's face.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, i've made a promise to myself to really put in effort to study hard. To be honest, i haven't been flipping a book in so long. I've also decided to give up my beloved online time for two whole months. Well not entirely... I'll still be online every now, and then just to post blog. I've done it before so this will be pretty effortless i guess. But I'm not sure if I can give up the chatting on phone time since I dial that stupid number randomly after school when I'm bored stiff. Wish me luck guys!!&lt;br /&gt;So Saturdays plans kind of fell through the roof. I was planning on watching resident evil with them but was persuaded by them to study for my 'O' levels. They all said the same thing to me: "after exams then we do whatever we want to do, right now our main concern should be our studies, don't repeat the same mistake u did last year." well, frankly speaking i've heard just enough. &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/6633450-109605666717420025?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109605666717420025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109605666717420025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/resident-evil-apocalypse-oh-boy-you.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109596515072216631</id><published>2004-09-24T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T03:39:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tralalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i went to sch again this morning. Thought that he and his bunch of friends had already given up but i'm wrong. Early in the morning, they were already there. Really had no idea what &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; want frm me. Kinda feel that everywhere me and esther were, they were always arnd. Sigh, can't they &lt;strong&gt;just get a life&lt;/strong&gt;?! Today, the unleash yourself program planner came to our class. Announced that instead of those few selected members, the rest of the class had to participate in the next event which is the dragon&lt;/span&gt; boat racing on next wednesday. Upon hearing that, i was like GREAT!! finally, i won't be missing &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lessons &lt;strong&gt;Nemore&lt;/strong&gt;. But for esther, it was the other way round, she was quite unhappy about it cuz if we go as a class&lt;/span&gt;, we will stick as a class so she won't be able to see the mushroom head which shes longing to see Nemore i guess.Not sure tho. Well, actually that mushroom head that i'm talking about was a boy &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;at the camp.He had those kind of weirdy hairstyle which makes him looks kinda funny!!hehex. Esther and me had been&lt;/span&gt; giggling and laughing at his hair during the days at camp. The funniest part was, he didn't even realise that at all.Lolx. But that sorta brighten up our days during the camp. And now Esther can't wait to see him again.Rofl. Watched 15 the ah beng movie with my bro again at home,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; sooo.. funny.Lolx but i guess ah beng life&lt;/span&gt; ain't that good either. And they will become like this most probably due to the family problems that they&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; faced at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just checked out my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;birth stone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Moonstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Symbolizes pensiveness and intelligence; believed to bring its wearer good luck or &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pearl &lt;/span&gt;Symbolizes beauty, faithfulness, humility, innocence, integrity, modesty, purity, refinement, wisdom, and wealth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I believe in angels, the kind that heaven sends. I'm surrounded by angels, but I call them my best friends."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109596515072216631?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109596515072216631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109596515072216631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/tralalalalalala.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109576499109226393</id><published>2004-09-21T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T02:16:01.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;, you just dunno how much you suck kae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And you piss me off big time&lt;br /&gt;k, Shall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; call these &lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt; 'toot'..&lt;br /&gt;cos its their initials..&lt;br /&gt;Though there're many more ppl&lt;br /&gt;but i shall just stick to these one.&lt;br /&gt;Initials given.Clear enuff?? go figure.&lt;br /&gt;ok.here i go. Can you guys&lt;br /&gt;just stop sucking up to people like -----??&lt;br /&gt;Oh manz..i just dunno wad to say. &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, i feel like bursting out Cos &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i have lots to say..&lt;br /&gt;Fick. toot just suck suck suck. I dun even care if you know im talking bout you&lt;br /&gt;Spare a thot for others&lt;br /&gt;The way you treat others&lt;/span&gt; is just so &lt;b&gt;sucky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Put yourselves in others' shoes&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to be treated the same way?&lt;br /&gt;I ren very long already&lt;br /&gt;reminding myself time and again not to blog bout toot&lt;br /&gt;but i dun see the need to keep mum NEmore&lt;br /&gt;you may say im blinded by my feelings??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four words - I DO NOT CARE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you dun spare a thot for others&lt;br /&gt;i dun see why i should care bout how u feel either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;whether you would be sad or hurt or anything&lt;br /&gt;cos i simply &lt;b&gt;dun&lt;/b&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;i know what you are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Although i dun really like joanno, but shes after all a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So by all rights, should be treated like a human being as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She might be acting strangely or whatever, probably due to the circumstances shes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody really knows how she feels deep inside until they, themselves are the victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alright, so what's wrong with just being with her and being her friend?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Does that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; mean i'm insane, crazy or even weird like her?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Everybody needs a friend. I just can't tolerate the way u guys are treating her NEmore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, whatever u think i am.I don't give a damn!!If u think i am then so be it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;u should see the way she talk to me in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;it's like so..so..piss-ful&lt;br /&gt;If she don't believe then why even bother to ask?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ARGH!She suck so much!!! stoopid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh manz..i wish she never existed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone has the right to be on earth&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;OK. Never Miiiindd&lt;/span&gt;...she don't deserve to be bother!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109576499109226393?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109576499109226393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109576499109226393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/people-you-just-dunno-how-much-you.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109558851873822710</id><published>2004-09-19T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T23:22:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh..todaex..Spent my day online again, cuz couldn't wake up early in the morning to church.Felt quite guilty for not attending church for a pretty long time.Finally it's the last day of my holiday, and tomorrow i would be back in sch..Had just chat with ying, ger and ting..And we have decided to come up with a clan called the miragirls..There will be 5 members in our clan..and they will be ying, ger, ting, esther and me...The question is, why are we called the miragirl5 ..by the way, the 5 at the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;end of our miragirl5 stands for an S..supposed to be miragirls..well, the reason is simple..doesn't miragirls sounds like miracle?! yeah, that's right.. i deeply believe that all of us can create some miracles some day. I mean i tink so&lt;/span&gt; only. Not sure tho. Lolx. The 4 of us had already agreed to this but still lack of germaine..Too bad, cuz germaine had to study for her upcoming home econ test..So shall tell her about it some time later..Anyway, we will be meeting up at hougang green next wk.. to study together..heheX..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109558851873822710?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109558851873822710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109558851873822710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109553827641845645</id><published>2004-09-18T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T17:43:01.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today arh...chat with that fellow again lor..Actually wanted to play basketball with my sister de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;budden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;weather too hot le so cancelled..hmm..just reformat my com, cuz my pc kinda like got virus..keep having pop-up ads..Starting school soon..Sian half..but look on the bright side, sometimes it isn't so bad to go to sch either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109553827641845645?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109553827641845645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109553827641845645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-arh.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109553925683917023</id><published>2004-09-17T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T16:30:51.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kendes called me in the middle of the night at arnd 3 am plus yesterday..telling me that she has insomnia..So i accompanied her thru the night talking on the phone.She had actually asked me out to orchard with her today and that she would bring me to ms, just have a look..cuz shes working there as a cashier at one of the club..but i didn't go with her of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109553925683917023?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109553925683917023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109553925683917023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/kendes-called-me-in-middle-of-night-at.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109530895252244815</id><published>2004-09-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T04:31:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh...&lt;/strong&gt;Another day of sianzation. Later on, that joanna will be coming over to my house with esther to do project. PROJECT!!! not again!!.. Well, our sch holiday will very soon be over.. say another 3 days to go.. Gosh time flies!! In no time, i would be back in sch again. Back to those sickening school days daily routine.. Well, i &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guess this is what we called life !! Hmm.. speaking of that .. does teenagers in other countries suffer&lt;/span&gt; like us? i mean by stress, projects, academic results and so on..Umm..As a matter of fact, teens in the states and Uk had to study as much as &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we do..So why do i complain?! I mean if they don't..But yoo see it's a totally different thingy here.. There, they would haf parties every now and then,which could kinda help them de-stress. And by the age of 16 they could drive..which in singapore we need to be 18 in order to learn driving..this is so unfair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Protest&gt;..hehe..But on a second thought, if we could drive at the age of 16.. it wouldn't be good either..cuz lotsa accidents would have happened..Now i learned, everything that has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;advantage has an disadvantage as well...uh..countries where teens wanna study but can't would be those undeveloping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; countries..e.g: africa, china, indonesia blah blah blah..Eeww... i would never want to be a resident in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;any of those undeveloping countries that i've mentioned..See it's double side effect..When theres an advantage ..an disadvantage appears..like teens who don't haf to study haf no stress, pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and so on..which we do..but they are illiterate and they can't do lotsa things..I hate to study&lt;/span&gt; but i guess i'm fortunate enough to have an education..So i shall complain no more..after analysing the situation that i'm in..well, felt much better... realise that i will not be studying forever..cuz everything that has a beginning has an end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109530895252244815?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109530895252244815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109530895252244815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109553810533588588</id><published>2004-09-16T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T04:30:54.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; heartland mall with esther on thursday after joanna left my house..took pictures again, at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the cinderella machine which my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sister recommend..Piang, guess what?! we wasted $8 just because we don't know how to operate the machine&lt;/span&gt;..It's all in profound japanese and i don't even understand a single word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, neither does esther. End up the machine start taking picture of us when we were still trying to figure out whats written there..We had no choice but to pay another $8..this time round we asked the jie jie [money&lt;/span&gt; changer] to help us a little..Picture taken when we were aware but still, not satisfied..Sigh, just my luck.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109553810533588588?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109553810533588588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109553810533588588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/went-to-heartland-mall-with-esther-on.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109524197764689654</id><published>2004-09-15T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T12:40:55.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Geez..had actually planned to go out today, but end up spending the day at home online..starting to rot liao. Anyway, i'm tide on cash..So shall take it that it's another day which i don't spent but save.. Well, yumin chat with me online..asking me out..but i dun feel like going out so postponed it to other days..Just found out that she even had to wear uniform to sch..Cuz i used to think poly students don't have to wear uniforms. *Sigh..pity her..but shes in nursing course so should be alright ba..Nursing dress probably looks good on her i guess..Miss her pretty much..and all the other rest of my buddies in secondary sch..So sad to find out that they are all busy occupied with their current sch work and projects..So hard to even meet up somewhere to have a drink or so..Argghh..Looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;November 12&lt;/strong&gt; which the movie seed of chucky will be showing..Can't wait to watch that movie. Geez..what am i thinking.. it's only september now..still got a long way to go..arggh...&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/6633450-109524197764689654?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109524197764689654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109524197764689654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/geez.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633450.post-109509994323953379</id><published>2004-09-14T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T02:45:13.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yAy!! &lt;/strong&gt;it's a week of sch holiday for me!! Finally, i've got time to update my blog!! Hmm...actually nothing&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; much &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;happy about, cuz got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; projects to&lt;/span&gt; do =(*&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sigh.. Geez, i thought i could stay home and relaxe for the&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; entire day but i was wrong&lt;/span&gt; ...Cuz that joanna called again!!&lt;/span&gt;Keep mentioning about PROJECTS PROJECTS PROJECTS!!! it's making me mad sia!! Whenever she call, it would &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;definitely be none other then PROJECTS!! Shes &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;really annoying!! Just&lt;/span&gt; wanna let her know that i'm not the only member &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;in our group&lt;/span&gt;!! And why me?! What about the rest of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the group members?! but that don't matter, cuz guess what?!&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; i ain't&lt;/span&gt; gonna care. Anyway, shes the group leader which i'm not !! So even if theres any problem i am not to be blame but her!! Well, nothing really matters&lt;/span&gt; to me now except enjoying myself during the holidays...If not i'm gonna regret !!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, chat&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; with esther on the phone in the afternoon before that pest(joanna) called me. We were talking about tomorrow's activity.. Which was about watching movie tomorrow, together with ah lian (kendes).. But we&lt;/span&gt; weren't too sure about that cuz kendes still wasn't confirm with that..So we will just gonna wait for her reply tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6633450-109509994323953379?l=glittering-star.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109509994323953379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6633450/posts/default/109509994323953379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glittering-star.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay-its-week-of-sch-holiday-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>`pieces 0f mie__</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09562319152832979316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v695/glitter8/cutecutedeginna.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
