<?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-1872398729915364273</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:44:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debonair-Rina.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8851259275444810342</id><published>2008-03-13T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:13:50.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://amour_rina.livejournal.com"&gt;MOVED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8851259275444810342?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8851259275444810342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8851259275444810342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8851259275444810342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8851259275444810342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/03/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8057534374522115655</id><published>2008-03-12T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T02:56:03.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BizTradg called to make me go to work just to stand in and i only agreed if i could work with Maine. The Connoisseur Divan until 12am where we closed the place and waited for Mom. Went to KSL to get our supper and headed back to my place. She's beside me on the mobile while i'm type type typing away. I'm so happy, Da came down to visit me, bought me finger food dinner, had a few drinks and left. I love my boyfriend;lover;bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8057534374522115655?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8057534374522115655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8057534374522115655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8057534374522115655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8057534374522115655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/03/biztradg-called-to-make-me-go-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-5818781498796059915</id><published>2008-03-11T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:01:33.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Chin yesterday at the traffic light with our umbrella and tamagotchi stucked with us, we walked down street thirteen to get some bubbletea loving. Back to her place with this crazy laptop weighing down my shoulders, i felt as though it was going to break me any moment. It's not the lappy, it's just Rina and herself. Anyway, she cooked me 'har mee' maggie mee for me. To commemorate this special day, i shall dedicate the 10th of March 2008 as a Gdine-cooked-for-Rina day. I will put this down on my calendar and on this very special day of every year, Gdine will cook me har mee maggie mee filled with her TLC. AWWW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i woke up this early morning(eleven) with one eye partially opened to peek at my noisy fluff. It was extremely starving beyond starvation, extremely depressed, poo all over her one-and-only ground, ill with a skeleton sign diagonally above to the right of her head and she was sobbing so badly. Fed her halfway and i fell back asleep. 11:34am i was awaken by the missed call from Eunice and i saw a funny image of my pet that i've seen too many a times to actually be sad about it. It had a little bobbing egg shell with wings sprouting at the side. Texted chin and my lover to announce its death and to give her a minute of silence. Anyway, i reset my new baby twice and it's a boy still so i didn't bother trying again. I named him Floff. If only floff had seen fluff he would totally have gone gaga over her then it'll be a spring romance, not summer. Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R9YSDaRGfNI/AAAAAAAACQk/vo982g_fHoo/s1600-h/3b370349f26276c50b02926cd8fd0a69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176344671508921554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R9YSDaRGfNI/AAAAAAAACQk/vo982g_fHoo/s400/3b370349f26276c50b02926cd8fd0a69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-5818781498796059915?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5818781498796059915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=5818781498796059915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5818781498796059915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5818781498796059915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/03/met-chin-yesterday-at-traffic-light.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R9YSDaRGfNI/AAAAAAAACQk/vo982g_fHoo/s72-c/3b370349f26276c50b02926cd8fd0a69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4985120522191946018</id><published>2008-03-10T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:38:46.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Monday to Thursday was an extremely boring and boyfriend-free weekday, except for Monday where i met my sugarpie for half an hour or so. Friday was yipeedeedoodah, hung out with Chin at town, played with toys at toys'r'us(She scolded me for poking a fake baby doll in the eye but they said, "Press Me!" just that i didn't press accordingly.) when somebody cute spanked my butt while i was on the line with Clyde. I got my eye on this really cute Tamagotchi, a pinkish purple colour, which Sugarpie got for me. I named my tamagotchi, fluff, she's my new pet which i tend to day till night besides a little time for Baby. Sugarpie, Chin and I headed to Cineleisure for dinner then back to my place. Played 'the game of life' which she bought at Toys, munching on frosties and slurping on all our individuals 'pengs'. Sugarpie stayed over for the weekends as usual, except that i didn't go over on this recent saturday. 4 hours since i last saw him and i'm missing him like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're supposed to go to the zoo this coming Saturday with his company and i'm not really excited because i know it will be a hot day without air-conditioning. I hope my hat and umbrella would save me and my mood because if i feel irritated, the person who has to suffer would be my lover. So, wish him some luck. Nighty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4985120522191946018?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4985120522191946018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4985120522191946018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4985120522191946018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4985120522191946018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-monday-to-thursday-was-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7016282042624423483</id><published>2008-03-03T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:40:41.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Job Vacancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trade Finance Product Manager&lt;br /&gt;2. SFS Account Manager&lt;br /&gt;3. Cash Trade Sales Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Questions, Please Ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7016282042624423483?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7016282042624423483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=7016282042624423483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7016282042624423483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7016282042624423483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/03/job-vacancy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4292250584163010579</id><published>2008-02-29T06:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:06:54.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I awoke at four in the evening yesterday, had some fried rice made with love and something extra to be eaten strictly instructed by Da. Slept in for movie marathons. Da came over to my place at eleven p.m with supper. Watched abit of 'the nanny diaries' with him and MomBaby&amp;amp;I sent him home after. I've just finished watching 'the bucket list' and i think it's really good with a rated 9.5/10. Everybody's afraid of dying alone. I'm going to shower right now then wake Mo up. We're going to IKEA friends sale preview, Ikea would be opened at 8am(two hours earlier than usual) so we can get a headstart to the spree. Yup, that's what the invitation card actually said, word for word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps: Eunice is an idiot. She sent a text message saying, "Hey guys, i know that this is very unexpected, but i will be leaving singapore permanently on the 30th this month for studies. Just to let you guys know. Cya." Spot something already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4292250584163010579?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4292250584163010579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4292250584163010579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4292250584163010579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4292250584163010579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-awoke-at-four-in-evening-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-1024177870090974955</id><published>2008-02-28T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:21:44.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday was absolutely funtanistic. Some fun with my Lasalle proj loves, shot me with a few lovely pieces. I hope Daion would send me the pictures soon! (o: Maybe i'd put up some unfat photographs. I loved my makeup &amp;amp; hair(although the process pretty much suck because of the pulling), i felt like some starry rina. So, if anybody needs their hair or face to be done, i've got some holes(a.k.a 'lobang') that you can drop in to. Just tell me and i'll put you through to the right person. Prices vary, maybe might be cheaper if you are nicer to me. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday was morning rush hour. Da &amp;amp; I left my place at 7am, breakfast at KSL and down to Bugis to collect some report that has my entire future planning placed in it. Cabbed down to Suntec for breakfast at Subway because i was craving for it. Think he's going to give up his bacon boob meat for my cold cut trio &amp;amp; M&amp;amp;M Cookies(He hates it). We were like two extremely dead zombies, in the train to PasirRis mrt(for my bubbletea) then cabbed back down to Da's. Showered and slept like a log until 7pm odd when he decided it was time to get up for dinner. D'sMom was so cute., she said 'baby.' I thought she had called for Baby(My pooch who wasn't there at that point of time) and i didn't care until Da nudged me and said, 'eh! thats for you. mom's calling you baby.' 'Oh oh...' And she handed me a bowl of grapes. Talk about grapes for pooch love. So sweet. I lost the round of chinese chess again! Da sent me home. Now, he's asleep. I ought to be too. Nighty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-1024177870090974955?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1024177870090974955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=1024177870090974955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1024177870090974955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1024177870090974955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesday-was-absolutely-funtanistic.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8146907363585530410</id><published>2008-02-25T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T02:07:22.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a post to compliment my boyfriend. Ripped of Eun's February 24th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stroke her back - its comforting (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Actually talk to her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Share secrets with her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Give her your jacket. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss her gently (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you remembering this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Suprise her with flowers (Check! Ive got sunflower)&lt;br /&gt;7. A sweet gift is better than empty promises. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh with her. (Check! Laughs like me too)&lt;br /&gt;9. Invite her somewhere. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Hangout with her and your friends together. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP READING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Smile with her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Take pictures with her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap. (Why do i have to sit on his lap when there's space elsewhere?)&lt;br /&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;15. When her friends say i love her more than you, deny it. Fight back and hug her tight so she can't get to her friends, it makes her feel loved. (His reply: She's mine mwahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Always hug her and say I love you whenever you see her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;18. Hug her from behind around the waist. (Check! Always when i'm cooking)&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell her she's beautiful. (Check! Even though i know how horrid i look esp during PMS days)&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing you need to do to show her you actually do mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open doors for her, let her walk on the inside of pathways away from cars - it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman. (Super Super Super Check!)&lt;br /&gt;22. Tell her she's your everything - only if you mean it. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her- if she denies something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT- so just hug her&lt;br /&gt;24. Make her feel loved. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MIGHT DENY IT BUT WE ACTUALLY LIKE AND KINDA WANT YOU TO TICKLE US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Don't lie to HER. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;27. DON'T cheat on her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;28. Take her ANYWHERE she wants (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;29. Text messege or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at work {or school}, and how much you MISS her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;30. Be there for her when ever she needs you, &amp;amp; even when she doesn't need you, just be there so she'll know that she can ALWAYS count on you. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER BECAUSE, IT'S IMPORTANT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so she can hold YOU too. (Me: Feet's cold and he hugs my toes)&lt;br /&gt;32. When you are ALONE! hold her close and kiss her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;33. Kiss her on the CHEEK to show that u adore her (Check! We make it 15)&lt;br /&gt;34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she wil automatically put her head on your shoulder (No, i will eat popcorn, corn and slurp coke)&lt;br /&gt;3 5. Dont EVER tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. If shes upset, comfort her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When people DISS her, stand up for her. (Not Yet)&lt;br /&gt;37. Look deep into her EYES and tell her you love her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;38. Lay down under the STARS and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart. Link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you. (No, i kick him off bed like in 'my wife is a gangster')&lt;br /&gt;39. When walking next to each other, ALWAYS smile and be confident (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;40. When you get to hug her, HOLD her in your arms as long as possible. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Call or text her at night to wish her SWEET DREAMS. (I dont like sweet dreams thank you)&lt;br /&gt;42. COMFORT her when she cries and wipe away her tears. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;43. send/walk her home. its romantic (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;44. ALWAYS Remind her how much you love her. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;45. give her her freedom and space when she asks for it. (Check!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know when she needs&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit more love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, i'm kind of hungry right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da got me my favourite victoria's secret garden, he gets me everything and anything i want. HAHAH! Anyway, like we've been discussing, i think we're planning to get married in a few years. I'm not sure how things will plan out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8146907363585530410?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8146907363585530410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8146907363585530410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8146907363585530410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8146907363585530410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-post-to-compliment-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-1332349966123869448</id><published>2008-02-21T07:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:03:45.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Edited)I love my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyway, i met up with Chin at midnight for supper and we PCC until two odd. I couldn't sleep(What's new?) so i decided to watch 'Step Up 2 The Streets.' It was pretty good but i still prefer Channing Tatum and Jenna Dewan. I'll think of something to do now, like ransack my room to search for things that i thought had been long gone with the wind forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-1332349966123869448?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1332349966123869448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=1332349966123869448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1332349966123869448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1332349966123869448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-boyfriends-they-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8954120310278878990</id><published>2008-02-18T04:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:40:19.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lissie, Chin, Dear and I went prawning at the pond on Saturday night. We didn't prawn many but hey, the luck was good. So anyway, he brought home the prawns and i went over the next day to take them out of the freezer to have it thawed. Garlic and butter style for the prawns, it tasted damn good. Dear cooked his specialty at my request, again. Steamboat with the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't sleep so i watched 'Good Luck Chuck.' It's extremely funny and gross in some way. Anyway, i just got off the line with Poh and i just thought of texting out some thoughts in my brains before hitting the sack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend so damn much even though i just saw him approximately six hours ago. I would like to wake up really early so i could catch him during his office break later but i wonder how much can i really do with just five hours of light sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8954120310278878990?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8954120310278878990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8954120310278878990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8954120310278878990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8954120310278878990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/02/lissie-chin-dear-and-i-went-prawning-at.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-133391661093321703</id><published>2008-02-15T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:43:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi, i am behaving like an elated nine year old child. Dar cooked his specialty which is my all-time favourite for two. After dinner, he made me close my eyes despite my various attempts to peek from behind the blanket. Okay, so I have my first laptop given to me by Dear as a valentine present. The one i fell in love at first sight with... which means to say goodbye desktop and fat cpu, you are finally giving up your space for me in my already cramped room. Clyde will be a happy boy. The old saying, 'one man's junk is another man's treasure,' so start junking everyone.  Ps. Did i mention, he got me my favourite kitty pouch the same exact model that i lost at dempsey. Oh, i love my boyfriend big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-133391661093321703?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/133391661093321703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=133391661093321703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/133391661093321703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/133391661093321703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-i-am-behaving-like-elated-nine-year.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3347867817088241950</id><published>2008-02-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:56:26.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;02 Feb 08 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought jerkys and Wilson tennis balls for Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;03 Feb 08 Sunday - 05 Feb 08 Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slept in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;06 Feb 08 Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reunion dinner. Gran's at 6pm, Dear's at 8pm. Dear's Granny gave me a hug and a kiss. Aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;07 Feb 08 Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bishan Home. Gran's at 8pm, Dear's after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;08 Feb 08 Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear's in the evening. I self-made my Popiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;09 Feb 08 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shopping in town. Ck tangs to get Dear's Levi's Jeans&amp;amp;Top and Fcuk's top. My Mac's makeup. URS Slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 Feb 08 Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a sick chick but after a good shower, i the superwoman thought i was good to go for shopping at whitesands until i was at some spectacle shop when i almost puked over the entire display case. Dear dragged me to the doctor's after we compromised on a bag of candies. :D After that, i felt much better at the thought of Bugis. Shopped at Topshop for more underwears(just 4 more after the previous 4 more) and he says i'm crazy i cannot buy anymore cus it can last me for the entire year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: I need more underwear. I have so little sometimes i feel, no, i do not have enough underwear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He: You just got the previous four just that day! What not enough!? It can last you the entire year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: No, it can only last me eight days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He: GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really what. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He: okay okay, buy buy BUY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bodyshop next to get Vitamin E's eyecream&amp;amp; tinted moisturizer plus Chamomile moisture toner. Sakae Sushi for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;11 Feb 08 Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a sick chick still. So bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3347867817088241950?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3347867817088241950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3347867817088241950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3347867817088241950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3347867817088241950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/02/02-feb-08-saturday-bought-jerkys-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-6133558627967361565</id><published>2008-02-01T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:27:27.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Bitch ain't shiznit. You humans do what you can. Jc is dead, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dxo. Chinelly danced hot. Many photos with my favourite Yuri. Stayed over at another girlfriend's, watched 'Disturbia' til five odd. Chatted til six sharp and we both fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home at two p.m, walked my smelly little critter, showered myself clean and cabbed down to the East where i met chinelly for '27 dresses.' The movie's really nice. Boy came down to meet us for dinner at O'Genki's, all split for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to PlazaSing to meet Chinelly, i left the house at 630p.m and i was supposed to meet her by then. Daiso shopping. Boy came down to meet us after work and the three of us headed down to Chinatown to get some CNY stuff. Surprise pictures will be taken during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PasirRis Chalet. Jacq's birthday and she's one person who's pretty difficult to find a present for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning rush. Dad&amp;amp;Boy took me to Terminal 3 in the late afternoon and i was starving so badly, i settled for whatever food in the kopitiam there was. Archery in the late evening, dinner at HongKong Cafe and home. I was too tired from waking up too early. Yuri called an hour before midnight to tell me she's at the airport and she's flying back with TaeWoo to Switzerland. )o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-6133558627967361565?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6133558627967361565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=6133558627967361565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/6133558627967361565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/6133558627967361565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-bitch-aint-shiznit.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7343983461673635660</id><published>2008-01-27T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:23:51.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few hours of sleep managed to last us almost the entire day. Woke up really early, 9+-am, went somewhere with Boy i haven't been to in ages. I got my belated xmas present, a crabtree&amp;amp;eve hand therapy shaped designed like a gouache painttube. Anyway, today is truly the Boy&amp;amp;I day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Home. Washed my hair and freshened up before heading off to harbourfront area. Initial plan? Underwater world then Vivocity. Final plan? Major walking for hours without resting after our Carl's Jr lunch, major shopping *cough cough* fully sponsored by Boy. I got topshop undies, urs inc slip-ons(finally out of the Birks for once), forever 21 tops, desg earrings and he had himself some fbox&amp;amp;fcuk hot tops. :DDDDDDD Can you see that i'm happy? Huh? HUH? PS: Im just missing on Pjs &amp;amp; bedroom slippers only.  Heheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HaagenDazs after everything, the last time i had HD was months, months or rather years ago tgt with Yuri. Make that 3 years! I'm too tired, gonna call Boy now. BYEEEEZXZXZXZXZX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PPS: Dxo tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7343983461673635660?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7343983461673635660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=7343983461673635660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7343983461673635660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7343983461673635660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/01/few-hours-of-sleep-managed-to-last-us.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8662930031346645897</id><published>2008-01-24T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:27:06.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, I had an extremely hard time trying to peel the sleepy eyes open in the afternoon while the alarm clock was bursting out of the receiver, loud in my ears. Lugged my legs out of bed and dreading every moment when the warm snugged-in-bed feeling slowly crept out of the surface of my skin, losing heat to the 19 degrees environment. Fumbling around with squinting eyes, grabbed my towel, turned the warm water tap on and took a really calming shower. I love it how warm water trickles down my back so soothingly everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, half-day belonged to my favourite Yuri whom i haven't gotten the chance to meet in three years now because she had to do what a girl has got to do in Switzerland. She's got a little of the accent that makes the speech so nice. I've got some Kusuka(sate pedas) and some chocolate au lait from Swiss in a shimmy orange box, a little squashed from all the squeezy luggage but all's good the love is there. Haha! Rummaging through my photograph slit section of my wallet, i exclaimed, "Guess what!"&lt;br /&gt;"What!?"&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out a photo-machine card, "Tada! Look at this! Mwahahah! I kept it in my wallet all along."&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh! I kept it in my wallet all along too! Is it the same one?" Still fumbling around her wallet.&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhh, i think we took only once. Yes? No?"&lt;br /&gt;Flips her photo-machine card for comparison, "Yes yes yes, once! It's the same! heeheehee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's holding the one dear to you that counts and not that you're friends no more once you don't(can't, in my case) contact as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we meet, we indulge in our all-time fav Haagen dazs but we couldn't find an outlet so there was only AzabuSabo(Taka's Basement) to go for. We talked like forever and she had to go pick mom&amp;amp;sis from the airport. She'll be flying again next week and will not be back until year&amp;amp;season unknown. Lesbianic but she's one of my vital organs. You never see it but you know it's there for you 24/7. Cool, now you can link your favourite girlfriends or whoever one two three four as a vital organ. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Chinellybean at MosBurger while sipping my milk tea while counting if she'll reach in 20mins which she claimed she'll reach by. She said i could only drink a sip per minute. I'm so thirsty, she's so cruel. She's on time anyway, good girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked round round baby round round in the city's mall until Boy finally met us at Orchard area after work. Three of us headed to SakaeSushi at Wheelock, i don't really care how i stuff my face in my food infront of my two loves. At ease of them two, i like to talk with my mouth full of food causing my already always-slurred speech evidently more inaudible. They've got loads of bullshit nonsense, if ever they have to fight it out on a ring, they can k.o each other to the point of no return. I love the crazy love. I like it when girlfriends can get along with the boy, maybe one day when i turn my back on them for a nanosecond, they'd be wrestling on the ground with two outstretched hands at each other's throat. mwahah! (insert mini me's laughter here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trot over to the store opposite, body shop, picked a couple of stuff which boy got me. Buy $50 worth of stuff and you get a perfume oil (Fuzzy Peach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thebodyshop.com.sg/images/products/bathbody/lip/pd_strawberry_born_lippy_balm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thebodyshop.com.sg/images/products/bathbody/body_butter_scrubs/pd_bodybutter_strawberry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thebodyshop.com.sg/images/products/bathbody/body_butter_scrubs/pd_bodyscrub_almond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders next. Chinellybean&amp;amp;I searched high&amp;amp;low for a perfect cookbook while he went away to some other sections to dream of manchurian-land. Information counter for the books "Love In The Time Of Cholera" and "Ps: I love you" but they only have the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/MMPO/505629~PS-I-Love-You-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. I've talked enough crappedity than i can ever talk me, my tongue and my mouth combined. mwa, world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8662930031346645897?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8662930031346645897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8662930031346645897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8662930031346645897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8662930031346645897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-i-had-extremely-hard-time.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8803872992023238422</id><published>2008-01-22T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T14:16:41.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girlfriends with Chin driving. Plaza Sing to get some chingalingding, eat some dingalingming. Km8 at TanjongBeach(Heehee!) for some Pizza&amp;amp;Rootbeer. Sent Lissie back before heading off to SummerBreeze(I love this place) at PasirRis, we had hottea, cappucino and calamari rings(YUM!). Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin was so nice to meetup with me while Boy went for his D&amp;amp;D in Swissotel. Queued for two box of twelve donuts at donut factory, Raffles City, in less than 10minutes? Coffee Club Express for Cheesy yumyums and talked for quite awhile till we saw DaisyDuck(familiar?). Chinatown to Xenbar. You don't want to go there(Chinatown), especially when it's difficult to move an inch. Hovering helicopters would've thought we were the biggest species of ants scattering around with blinding lights, chinese new year music and screaming ant voices over loud mic. Chin finished practicing for her dance at 1030pm and Eun came to pick us up at 1130pm. She dropped me at Swissotel at midnight(cus of a big jam, who wants some toast?), just in time to see some z-line red faced monkey in retro clothings making its way towards me. Very annoying! After drinking so much wine, he started talking bullshit and puked like a full-fledged merlion(can just take the one down at esplanade and replace him there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He obviously couldnt remember what had happened and i had to tell him everything while he laughed at himself in amusement. He had to stay home to recuperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea. Boy bought lotsa happy stuff. A new Queen-sized bed(just like the same design i had back at Bishan), my tealight candles(w/ strawberry aroma) and two green mugs. He had some duodenal pains again, hurried back home and watched him rock back&amp;amp;forth. Dad hurriedly drove us down to RafflesHospital to let the doctors(cough cough) do their thang. While we waited for Boy, we got coffee :D He's so funny. Thankfully that Idiot is semi-okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so sleepy and a little hungry. (o: BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8803872992023238422?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8803872992023238422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8803872992023238422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8803872992023238422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8803872992023238422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-friday-girlfriends-with-chin.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-1020321547662198169</id><published>2008-01-14T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:50:41.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last Thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work. Supper. Home. Pod people replaced my body with alienic souls, my pms self talked while it knocked me out unconscious and at the end of the day all i did was, concoct serve pour throw wash clean. Walla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Friday&amp;amp;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slept in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday(Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together with Boy to the shop&amp;amp;save(Shop name does not really mean what it says, don't be fooled!), got groceries. Whipped up a few dishes with Boy for fam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy just delivered some Newyork Pizza, Veg gyoz and Btea. He's off to work and i'm gonna go out to run some errands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-1020321547662198169?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1020321547662198169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=1020321547662198169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1020321547662198169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1020321547662198169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-thurs-work.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-5201672302909580859</id><published>2008-01-06T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:30:55.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paragon. Fish&amp;amp;Co together with Lissie&amp;amp;Chin. Home after that, i was really dead tired so i conked out. Pictures in Lissie's site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work. Boy came to pick me up and met my honeybuns at club chinois for some last minute decision rush. Supper&amp;amp;Home. I slept for 16 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thursday&amp;amp;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleep in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lor Ah Soo. Director Chin&amp;amp;Crew. Acting was pretty much fun, i can't stress this enough how much i like quarrel scenes. Boy came to pick me up and the three of us cabbed down to Punggol Nasi Lemak and Selegie Beancurd stall just opposite but their beancurd was sold out. Soyabean was good enough though. Home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last day for the act project. Director Chin&amp;amp;Crew later. Bye! (o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-5201672302909580859?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5201672302909580859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=5201672302909580859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5201672302909580859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5201672302909580859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-sunday-paragon.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-528091246582351162</id><published>2007-12-28T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:41:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are two person that i despise the most right now. The first is one who pushed me to my wits ends with her hurting words, the one who agrees what others have to say before thinking about her own actions thus leading to her own destruction and devastation. Another who turned her back on a girlfriend to help the latter's mother spy on her while hypocritically calling her girlfriend a selfish person. A selfish person? Number one, you do not have the slightest idea what was going on around my family and hello? Number two, you tell me you are washing your hands off me and wishes me luck that i am being stubborn but hey, i have never told you to be an extra to add yourself into the may-i-remind-you-again family dispute? PS: Please know where you stand. PPS: I'm not going home even if you kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did comment that i will go home. But i will go home, to clear things up. I believe some people just can't set their minds right. One will just think, "Oh shit, my daughter ranaway from home. Oh somebody please help me. I can't take it anymore oh it's not my fault that she ran, it's her legs, i can't tie her up". Well, i'm telling you IT IS YOUR FAULT. Think again, recall and let it be etched in your mind forever. Next, another will think , "Oh girlfriend, you are so stubborn your mother is right(*ehem*). Do you believe in karma? Next time this will happen to you. You are so stubborn, im washing my hands off you. You are so selfish." Your words led me into a hysterical laughter, your words were meaner than this but hey, i apologised for calling you a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current definition of a caring and a supportive girlfriend to this one person? One who never turns her back on you when you have a dispute with your family, trying to be all goody-goody and one who understands how to deal with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-528091246582351162?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/528091246582351162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=528091246582351162' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/528091246582351162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/528091246582351162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-are-two-person-that-i-despise.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-563147072771103707</id><published>2007-12-19T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:38:25.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ChompChomp with Boy. The food there was really good, i finally drank sugarcane(w/ Lemon) after like what, years, since the news of the sugarcane contamination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slept in until late noon. Klang in LilIndia with Boy&amp;amp;Baby to Eun's. I love the fingerfood, zanna was our hot bartender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bedok Block 85. Bachormee from another stall because the supposedly famous one wasn't open but it was very good as well. I can't wait to try the famous mee that everyone's raving about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indochine. With my sweet candy bee, their beef noodles(very very very veeeeeeery nice), chickenwings(so-so) and pinacolada(EEW! Thai Express's preferred). Bought my essentials; makeup. Roamed round town, got something for Boy(Bern said i couldnt give because of superstitious beliefs but i'm always up for a dare) and myself (Fake lashes, nail polish&amp;amp;remover, Mac's gloss in Venetian). That's about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Central Mall. Poh&amp;amp;Bern, up for some interview then down to Divan's.  Boy was so funny, he actually cooked dinner for me(Linguine in Scallopino sauce w/ cheese cocktail sausages and black sauce chicken fillets/breast whatever) and it tasted oh-so-heavenly. If ever he decides to open a restaurant biz, i think i'm up for a MasterChef role(Lissie, would you like to have the honour of being first person to taste my grand masterpiece?). I like to look at their horror-strucked faces whenever i mention something about me being a chef. Bern&amp;amp;Poh, i know you think highly of my cheese pasta, i just know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slept in. Boy was working and i had nothing to do so Restaurant Empire(Being very Cheffy here) way to go. Pork porridge for dinner as my stomache was feeling queasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Just now(Wednesday way too dawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talked to Eun on the line and had a great laugh, fell asleep soon after which i was awaken to by another call i missed. Restaurant Empire again. Think i'm logging out now. Day to day report given to Lissie, I WILL CALL SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-563147072771103707?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/563147072771103707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=563147072771103707' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/563147072771103707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/563147072771103707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-chompchomp-with-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7323484855850943268</id><published>2007-12-08T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T02:39:29.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interchange. Eun&amp;amp;Zanna(They look so cute in braces!) to J8 where Zanna left to DinTaiFeng to meet her boy, met up with my boy and the three of us settled for Subway as Eun requested. Eun dear, post photos online soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishan GoldenVillage theatre. Golden compass. Just got home(Saturday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7323484855850943268?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7323484855850943268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=7323484855850943268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7323484855850943268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7323484855850943268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-interchange.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2086412087604778062</id><published>2007-12-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:20:26.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KSL. Clyde&amp;amp;Lissie. Aunty at the CarrotCake stall is weird, she just doesn't seem to register what i say in english or my best chinese so I even tried it in Hokkien "chai tao gui" yet she still dazed for a moment. Maybe i have mystical hypnotizing power that takes effect when unsuspecting people looks in my eyes. Neh, just kidding. Boy came to meet us. J8. Watsons, he got me vaseline aloe&amp;amp;cucumber extract and Hoyu's french blonde dye(Dang! I love the colour's result, so did he). They kept laughing at Lissie's DamageAid(Some serum to help repair damaged hair i guess, an inside joke), that's so crazy. Sent Lissie off to get her transportation home. Nightmarket with Clyde&amp;amp;Boy. Beef-flavoured RamlyBurger. Ntuc, hotkids wantwant snow crackers. Walked baby, sat&amp;amp;chat, home when it was getting late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy came all over from workplace to pick Clyde&amp;amp;I up for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clyde: Where are you going? With who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Bishan? Who else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clyde: Chris ah! I want to go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Why ask me!? Go ask him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clyde: -runs for the resident phone- what's his number!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Find it out yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Clyde: -Reaching out for his mobile- *yadayadayada to my boy* He says up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Then go lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clyde: YAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coming to think of it, he has never requested to come out together with anywho only my boy(And maybe Poh's boyf, Bernie). Not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J8 dinner-ed. Funland - Daytona, i haven't touched those wheels in a long long time. Btea-ed. Home. Boy watched some crazy video jokes that Clyde showed. Plucked all boy's stray eyebrows, he thinks it's weird and no girlfs does this to their boys so please do me justice, girls, and tell him like it is. Walked baby, home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I doubt that there will be any photographs for the moment, my digital canon ixus i5 has officially fainted and my SLR is jealous because i haven't used her for ages, now both lens isn't working! For the love of Rina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i mention something about me having a really horrible dream in the evening when i fell asleep while reading my royal-content book. I woke up crying in a big fit and i almost couldn't catch my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For my memo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to get two books; 'PS: I Love You' and 'Love In The Time Of Cholera.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aussino cute kids bath towels that comes in a set of three(Cotton hanky, face and body)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and ......................... will think of more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2086412087604778062?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2086412087604778062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=2086412087604778062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2086412087604778062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2086412087604778062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-ksl.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8715118782621622697</id><published>2007-12-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:20:47.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Takashimaya. Momo's AminoCollagen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mo's birthday. Boy came over to give nicely wrapped FanclHouse pressie. Watched some courthouse movie, Hero, at J8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The usual routine. Miss U cafe for dinner with Boy&amp;amp;Fam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zoological garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R1LZ0gjrtHI/AAAAAAAACQc/rGU2KRFIpck/s1600-R/02+Dec+07+003-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139409620899181682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R1LZ0gjrtHI/AAAAAAAACQc/cpejxmGAcHA/s400/02+Dec+07+003-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8715118782621622697?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8715118782621622697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8715118782621622697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8715118782621622697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8715118782621622697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/12/thursday-takashimaya.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R1LZ0gjrtHI/AAAAAAAACQc/cpejxmGAcHA/s72-c/02+Dec+07+003-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-5997602771469464310</id><published>2007-11-29T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:44:19.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tampines. Met my boy, billybombed, got an orange, btea, he peeled it for me by the roadside and homesweethome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bishan. Chin&amp;amp;Lissie, the latter was late for two hours(What's new?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R02yhpxOXcI/AAAAAAAACQM/ebg4NtyCC1M/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137959041117347266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R02yhpxOXcI/AAAAAAAACQM/ebg4NtyCC1M/s400/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Subway-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gdine: Rina! Give me something to do i am very bored!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Corn or pineapple?&lt;br /&gt;Gdine: Let's eat fruits. I think i'll take the pear.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mmmm -looks at pineapple- I think i'll have corn&lt;br /&gt;Gdine: Later no cupcorn then you want pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No i want cupcorn.&lt;br /&gt;Gdine: Ehhhh! I give you a dare.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Gdine: Go up to them(GV Staff) and say you want 'sweet popcorn, salty popcorn, nachos, jumbo hotdog and cupcorn. err no, i think i just want the cupcorn only.'&lt;br /&gt;Me: -points to the other shorter queue- There shorter!&lt;br /&gt;Gdine: -Looks at the man counterstaff- No, cannot. This one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -Looks at the two woman counterstaff- Huh!? Two woman leh!&lt;br /&gt;Gdine: -Looks at the man counterstaff- No, cannot. This one. You do it and i give you bubbletea&lt;br /&gt;Me: Grr. Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My turn to order and she hid behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Sweet, Salty popcorn, nachos, jumbo &amp;amp; cupcorn,' paused for awhile to stun Chin and continued, 'I think i just want the cupcorn only.' The other woman came with very cheesy nachos and Chin helped me to reject it. Very evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-5997602771469464310?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5997602771469464310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=5997602771469464310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5997602771469464310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5997602771469464310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-tampines.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R02yhpxOXcI/AAAAAAAACQM/ebg4NtyCC1M/s72-c/DSC00437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8496615822750717947</id><published>2007-11-22T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:16:18.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qF1XPOeVP-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qF1XPOeVP-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PasirRis Chalet. It was pretty cool hanging out with all the favourite close boy/girlfriends. To think that it was actually Chin who taught us drinking games(I still remember sex on the beach), she kept shouting for us to play daidee. Sorry Chin but i am like mega guai to not drink that much compared to when Lissie&amp;amp;I just started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An Andy Warhol style photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0Rb_8GD5bI/AAAAAAAACQE/y8XgEjO_l8s/s1600-h/s640x4801.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RbuMGD5aI/AAAAAAAACP8/-fPFgqidYSc/s1600-h/000ax4ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135330324187964834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RbuMGD5aI/AAAAAAAACP8/-fPFgqidYSc/s400/000ax4ar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RaZ8GD5YI/AAAAAAAACPs/sNwMA1DC1fk/s1600-h/DSC00159111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135328876783986050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RaZ8GD5YI/AAAAAAAACPs/sNwMA1DC1fk/s400/DSC00159111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3am in PasirRis park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RaaMGD5ZI/AAAAAAAACP0/8jfq0UZeA8M/s1600-h/DSC0021911.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135328881078953362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RaaMGD5ZI/AAAAAAAACP0/8jfq0UZeA8M/s400/DSC0021911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breakfast. Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poh&amp;amp;Bern. LasalleSIA campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RZlsGD5WI/AAAAAAAACPc/St3elGh-LIM/s1600-h/19+nov+00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135327979135821154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RZlsGD5WI/AAAAAAAACPc/St3elGh-LIM/s400/19+nov+00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sitting at Nick's seat, drawing on Andrew's table as an anonymous lover then proceeding on to Nick's where she actually found out it was me. )o: No fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RZmcGD5XI/AAAAAAAACPk/GhqkXABhGss/s1600-h/19+nov+00711.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135327992020723058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RZmcGD5XI/AAAAAAAACPk/GhqkXABhGss/s400/19+nov+00711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LeSalon. Ray did my hair which looked not too bad. Lissie came to wait for me to go home together after her day at work. Like what Eun would always say, i want to be a 'taitai,' i really do. (If) I'm materialistic, will you keep me? No, it's can you keep me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Changi Hospital with Boy(3720 for anybody who wants to buy 4D). I'm quite good already, considering the fact that i can't sit still. I felt so bad because i had to rush home, leaving him all alone, bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LeSalon. Something extremely hardcore, i thought i was hermione granger completed with black robes. You get the picture. Boy came down to pick me up, dinnered at chatterbox, home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This boy gives me a feeling. Something totally different. Something that makes me be my usual chatterbox self and rebutt him with everything he says. One day, he'll prolly just debate with himself thinking that he knows what's gonna come next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8496615822750717947?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8496615822750717947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8496615822750717947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8496615822750717947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8496615822750717947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-pasirris-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/R0RbuMGD5aI/AAAAAAAACP8/-fPFgqidYSc/s72-c/000ax4ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3977673511478512802</id><published>2007-11-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:36:23.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="60"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KMrzu181Yy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KMrzu181Yy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Classic Childhood Photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was trying to clear some dust in my house when i found several photo albums. Try making a guess who all these little kids are. Surprise, surprise, surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD-kmKsAI/AAAAAAAACOg/ufgtyYKpbXs/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132278361364279298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD-kmKsAI/AAAAAAAACOg/ufgtyYKpbXs/s400/08+Nov+07+0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD_kmKsCI/AAAAAAAACOw/Q20CC_JEuqo/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132278378544148514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD_kmKsCI/AAAAAAAACOw/Q20CC_JEuqo/s400/08+Nov+07+0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD_0mKsDI/AAAAAAAACO4/hnIaltb7S98/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132278382839115826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD_0mKsDI/AAAAAAAACO4/hnIaltb7S98/s400/08+Nov+07+0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD_0mKsEI/AAAAAAAACPA/Lp68kMp-p7k/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132278382839115842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD_0mKsEI/AAAAAAAACPA/Lp68kMp-p7k/s400/08+Nov+07+0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmGa0mKsGI/AAAAAAAACPQ/tHHMRcludjA/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132281045718839394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmGa0mKsGI/AAAAAAAACPQ/tHHMRcludjA/s400/08+Nov+07+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello Vernie Check this out! 26 February 2000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD_UmKsBI/AAAAAAAACOo/3oGzgjS4sCw/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132278374249181202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD_UmKsBI/AAAAAAAACOo/3oGzgjS4sCw/s400/08+Nov+07+0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3977673511478512802?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3977673511478512802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3977673511478512802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3977673511478512802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3977673511478512802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/11/classic-childhood-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzmD-kmKsAI/AAAAAAAACOg/ufgtyYKpbXs/s72-c/08+Nov+07+0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3966006544188117271</id><published>2007-11-09T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:08:57.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5iMldWYudHc/Edward%2520Chun%2520-%2520Give%2520my%2520love.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRsQ0mKr-I/AAAAAAAACOQ/xo_AI6o1ZtQ/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+00611.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130844911734271970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRsQ0mKr-I/AAAAAAAACOQ/xo_AI6o1ZtQ/s400/08+Nov+07+00611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We hung out yesterday at some restaurant in YCK. We ate like total greedy pigs which knew no limit. He's always laughing at me but ah, heck... No way was i going to show any mercy to the dead red bass who was staring at me with its eye dangling away from the last skin that's intact with its body. Mwahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRru0mKr9I/AAAAAAAACOI/MrJ93y6GNn8/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130844327618719698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRru0mKr9I/AAAAAAAACOI/MrJ93y6GNn8/s400/08+Nov+07+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waiting for my foody to arrive, they took very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRq-UmKr3I/AAAAAAAACNY/czfpFaXSARw/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130843494395064178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRq-UmKr3I/AAAAAAAACNY/czfpFaXSARw/s400/08+Nov+07+0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah, he thinks i daren't put this photo up! So, TADA! here goes, you don't see this often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRqakmKryI/AAAAAAAACMw/rssLezXV1wQ/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRqa0mKrzI/AAAAAAAACM4/suho4zA6Ygk/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130842884509708082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRqa0mKrzI/AAAAAAAACM4/suho4zA6Ygk/s400/08+Nov+07+0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out our same coincidental pose i found. Haha! Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRqbEmKr0I/AAAAAAAACNA/aNZI9W6J_eM/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRqbUmKr1I/AAAAAAAACNI/_YjB587sEfE/s1600-h/08+Nov+07+0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRsREmKr_I/AAAAAAAACOY/13oUXiOEJYc/s1600-h/bunny+pie..JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130844916029239282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRsREmKr_I/AAAAAAAACOY/13oUXiOEJYc/s400/bunny+pie..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3966006544188117271?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3966006544188117271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3966006544188117271' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3966006544188117271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3966006544188117271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-hung-out-yesterday-at-some.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RzRsQ0mKr-I/AAAAAAAACOQ/xo_AI6o1ZtQ/s72-c/08+Nov+07+00611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-356855020548430599</id><published>2007-11-03T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:31:21.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Cdl5mLhlmbh1mcv5mLkVGajRXa3VmY/TLC%2520-%2520Damaged.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday - 02 November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Physics paper was a little bit of a breeze and i was feeling happy after that. Angel decided to rescue me with the next 5 hours until my art paper started with a 3hour duration. Isetan's cold storage with a small box of sushi and 7 bottles of beverages. For whom? Mostly for me cause i was feeling extremely thirsty, drinking away like a water buffalo while Angel just gave me this are-you-sure look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyczNgeOzI/AAAAAAAACMg/sr0mJo5Ah6k/s1600-h/02+Nov+07+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128646479281273650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyczNgeOzI/AAAAAAAACMg/sr0mJo5Ah6k/s400/02+Nov+07+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love traditional icecreams! The one with 3 flavours; pink atapchi yellow corn brown chocolate and i've yet to try the peanut one she said that was very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyczdgeO0I/AAAAAAAACMo/wrgPd2u-KW4/s1600-h/02+Nov+07+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128646483576240962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyczdgeO0I/AAAAAAAACMo/wrgPd2u-KW4/s400/02+Nov+07+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, i had a haircut too. No, fringecut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday 03 November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Popo's birthday, celebrated at a chinese restaurant in cook's street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyycddgeOyI/AAAAAAAACMY/dzvnWHD7ldY/s1600-h/09+oct+07+049_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128646105619118882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyycddgeOyI/AAAAAAAACMY/dzvnWHD7ldY/s400/09+oct+07+049_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of dishes i've snapped. I forgotten quite alot about the other dishes cause i was busy chatting with my godma or my hands were too dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybsdgeOsI/AAAAAAAACLo/D4KeEKSdGWU/s1600-h/09+oct+07+050_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128645263805528770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybsdgeOsI/AAAAAAAACLo/D4KeEKSdGWU/s400/09+oct+07+050_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Ryybs9geOtI/AAAAAAAACLw/uxCaNuVLoow/s1600-h/09+oct+07+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128645272395463378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Ryybs9geOtI/AAAAAAAACLw/uxCaNuVLoow/s400/09+oct+07+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Ryybs9geOuI/AAAAAAAACL4/iEWnNpNajno/s1600-h/09+oct+07+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128645272395463394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Ryybs9geOuI/AAAAAAAACL4/iEWnNpNajno/s400/09+oct+07+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybtNgeOvI/AAAAAAAACMA/1y3_cEsjMSA/s1600-h/09+oct+07+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128645276690430706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybtNgeOvI/AAAAAAAACMA/1y3_cEsjMSA/s400/09+oct+07+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had to eat this because it's my gran's birthday but i dont know why we had to eat it. My honey and all calls it 'backside.' See the pink rounded side, tear it open a little squeeze a little and out will come linyong, this works best for really big bread peach, whatever you call this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybtdgeOwI/AAAAAAAACMI/37Xby5QxnA0/s1600-h/09+oct+07+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128645280985398018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybtdgeOwI/AAAAAAAACMI/37Xby5QxnA0/s400/09+oct+07+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybLNgeOnI/AAAAAAAACLA/KjjhPt23xQI/s1600-h/09+oct+07+052_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128644692574878322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybLNgeOnI/AAAAAAAACLA/KjjhPt23xQI/s400/09+oct+07+052_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Godma &amp;amp; Serene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybLtgeOoI/AAAAAAAACLI/qts1CD0OJkA/s1600-h/09+oct+07+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128644701164812930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybLtgeOoI/AAAAAAAACLI/qts1CD0OJkA/s400/09+oct+07+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybLtgeOpI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ODY612nxVd4/s1600-h/09+oct+07+063_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128644701164812946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybLtgeOpI/AAAAAAAACLQ/ODY612nxVd4/s400/09+oct+07+063_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybL9geOqI/AAAAAAAACLY/gjehw8SqZnE/s1600-h/09+oct+07+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128644705459780258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybL9geOqI/AAAAAAAACLY/gjehw8SqZnE/s400/09+oct+07+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybMNgeOrI/AAAAAAAACLg/w8hK3ui_fvE/s1600-h/09+oct+07+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128644709754747570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyybMNgeOrI/AAAAAAAACLg/w8hK3ui_fvE/s400/09+oct+07+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ09geOiI/AAAAAAAACKY/w3S0DLBG5fQ/s1600-h/09+oct+07+066_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128643210811161122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ09geOiI/AAAAAAAACKY/w3S0DLBG5fQ/s400/09+oct+07+066_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ09geOjI/AAAAAAAACKg/kfNsziH8fpY/s1600-h/09+oct+07+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128643210811161138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ09geOjI/AAAAAAAACKg/kfNsziH8fpY/s400/09+oct+07+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ1NgeOkI/AAAAAAAACKo/qJzSEXHv0MQ/s1600-h/09+oct+07+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128643215106128450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ1NgeOkI/AAAAAAAACKo/qJzSEXHv0MQ/s400/09+oct+07+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gramps&amp;amp;Gran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ1dgeOlI/AAAAAAAACKw/CE4SvVf3WDU/s1600-h/09+oct+07+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128643219401095762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ1dgeOlI/AAAAAAAACKw/CE4SvVf3WDU/s400/09+oct+07+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ1tgeOmI/AAAAAAAACK4/8T3SKmXHp10/s1600-h/09+oct+07+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128643223696063074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZ1tgeOmI/AAAAAAAACK4/8T3SKmXHp10/s400/09+oct+07+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at his goofy face! LOOOK! I don't know how he looks like when he's working. I can't imagine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZD9geOeI/AAAAAAAACJ4/ArsBOPU5k9w/s1600-h/09+oct+07+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128642368997571042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZD9geOeI/AAAAAAAACJ4/ArsBOPU5k9w/s400/09+oct+07+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZEtgeOfI/AAAAAAAACKA/x-1-uDZ-c-8/s1600-h/09+oct+07+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128642381882472946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZEtgeOfI/AAAAAAAACKA/x-1-uDZ-c-8/s400/09+oct+07+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZE9geOgI/AAAAAAAACKI/JgjZMumGIPk/s1600-h/09+oct+07+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128642386177440258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZE9geOgI/AAAAAAAACKI/JgjZMumGIPk/s400/09+oct+07+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZFNgeOhI/AAAAAAAACKQ/IUb_l90cACs/s1600-h/09+oct+07+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128642390472407570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyZFNgeOhI/AAAAAAAACKQ/IUb_l90cACs/s400/09+oct+07+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-356855020548430599?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/356855020548430599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=356855020548430599' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/356855020548430599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/356855020548430599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-02-november-physics-paper-was.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RyyczNgeOzI/AAAAAAAACMg/sr0mJo5Ah6k/s72-c/02+Nov+07+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3364074654744085466</id><published>2007-11-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:55:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9ybpRWYy9yZy9mLn5WY5dmbvxmL3d3d/Jim%2520Brickman%2520%2526%2520Martina%2520McBride%2520-%2520The%2520Gift.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramps's back from Nairobi, it's in Africa i think it's the South. I was searching the word 'nairobi' in wikipedia and here's what i got. "Nairobi is also the capital of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nairobi Province" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nairobi_Province"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nairobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Province&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and of the Nairobi District," very dumb very dumb. atrocity level - 8/10. Back to what i wanted to say, gramp,gran and i went to turf city to have seafood. We had sweet steamed prawns, sambal clams, hongkong steamed garoupa, oysters and black pepper crab which they both left three-quart for the crab-woman who can eat a $40 crab from Amk all to herself. Even when it's spoilt that led to a few days of food poisoning - painful stomach, vomiting of green fluid, diarrhoea etc. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading this really annoying website on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gssq.entori.net/writings/girl.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'How Girls Waste Time'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples are: -&lt;br /&gt;- Going "I'll just walk in here to take a look" and taking 3 hours to try on 2 outfits - one spagetti strap top and another spagetti strap top. The only thing is that they're in different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drawing up elaborate lists detailing their "ideal" man, including in them qualities such as "sensitive", "thoughtful", "caring" and "good listener" (ie They want a "nice guy") and exchanging them with other similarly emotionally disturbed girls, then falling head over heels in love with the first jerk, alpha male or lying bastard (ie The antithesis) who comes along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Writing notes to people they already talk to (and/or see) everyday, often on free postcards, even if they are right next to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Making people wait. And wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one, sounds like a Lissie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/558/558160nwsmnqfi4k.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3364074654744085466?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3364074654744085466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3364074654744085466' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3364074654744085466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3364074654744085466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/11/grampss-back-from-nairobi-its-in-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2918906760055393600</id><published>2007-10-29T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:48:02.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Sdo5yd15yYpR3cp92Zl92c/Samantha%2520Jade%2520-%2520Step%2520up.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll just keep this open to the free world. I'm aware that you have the url of this journal so don't pretend as though you are clueless, insist on it and give me this really blacker-than-justice-bao's face when you get rejected. Anyway, on a lighter heavier note, oh i don't know, the exam paper left me propped on the table sleeping away for 15minutes, that paper is doomed. I'm doomed for sure. Im so drained and there's so many things i haven't done yet. I've got skincare, or rather, facecare products from skinfood. I guess having these cause me to be in a much lighter mood compared to when i left the examination room. Now i found out something about myself, i shop to feel good, to get rid of my tension that engulfs me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="90" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/131/131544reaheg4vv1.gif" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2918906760055393600?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2918906760055393600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=2918906760055393600' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2918906760055393600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2918906760055393600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/embed-typeapplicationx-shockwave-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-1515842469101879623</id><published>2007-10-25T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:58:09.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Complain Queen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cv8WakFmcvUHaucXduM3bhx2bjlmb/12%2520-%2520Sean%2520Paul%2520-%2520Breakout%255B1%255D.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is quoted off Valerie's post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was complaining about baby being all pmsy for the past few days.and well,this is what he told me.&lt;br /&gt;“when you feeling hungry, and theres noone else to call.. you dial 11111-111 just call. i pick up the telephone, and say “hello?” you go ‘baby im hungry’ and i go ‘not for long my dear’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh darling, which boy would do this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which man would take the trouble to make you happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which man would go and wait for fried chicken and chicken ballssssssssssssand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get on a cramped bus, and squeeze his way through, and fall down the stairs and fly through the roof!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then again, i think about it and recall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;First few &lt;/span&gt;honeymonths: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl: HoneyBuns, I feel like eating Ichigo Bliss right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Really? I'll get you some right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So sweet uh, no questions asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Close to a year odd: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl: Oi, I want to eat Ichigo Bliss now.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Siaaaaaaao! Go and buy yourself la You think i'm so free meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesn't it sound somewhat familiar? hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-1515842469101879623?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1515842469101879623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=1515842469101879623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1515842469101879623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1515842469101879623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-complain-queen.html' title='I&apos;m A Complain Queen.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-9084694827752770018</id><published>2007-10-24T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:38:23.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcv02bj5SZj5WYyZWauIXZ2VGNug2bu5WayF2a/Hinder%2520-%2520Lips%2520Of%2520An%2520Angel.swf&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Day: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7pm&lt;br /&gt;For: harley davidson&lt;br /&gt;Pay: 1 hour only, $30&lt;br /&gt;Attire: Tshirt(they provide), Jeans &amp;amp; shoes.&lt;br /&gt;What you'll be doing: Stand, Smile, Wave.&lt;br /&gt;Vacancy: 1 left. (Lissie's in already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple?&lt;br /&gt;Text me if you're in, first come first served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-9084694827752770018?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/9084694827752770018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=9084694827752770018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/9084694827752770018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/9084694827752770018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/job-offer.html' title='Job Offer'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4758758470404030656</id><published>2007-10-22T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:20:57.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ycul2Z1xGcfdDMxU2Lt92YuUGdpxWZ2RmL3d3d/Three%2520Days%2520Grace%2520-%2520I%2520Hate%2520Everything%2520About%2520You.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=" speed="4'" width="'318'" height="'181'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/three_days_grace/i_hate_everything_about_you.html" target="_blank"&gt;(I Hate) Everything About You lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Chinnie Chin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll upload the rest of the photos when she sends everything over. Celebrated her 19th at Fish&amp;amp;Co together with the people in the polaroid. The fish&amp;amp;co people at SuntecCity was really good and i'll definitely go back there because the food and esp the service was good. Heheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;They dared Chin to stand on a bar stool in the restaurant itself, made a hell lot of funny din that even people outside the restaurant stopped to look. Trying blowing a cup of cheesy cake from more than an arms length away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RxuZ2v_ZHgI/AAAAAAAACJg/poXIY6g0Nyg/s1600-h/DSCN9012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123858166938410498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RxuZ2v_ZHgI/AAAAAAAACJg/poXIY6g0Nyg/s400/DSCN9012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RxuZ1v_ZHfI/AAAAAAAACJY/gBBr1AmMjAU/s1600-h/DSCN90011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123858149758541298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RxuZ1v_ZHfI/AAAAAAAACJY/gBBr1AmMjAU/s400/DSCN90011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4758758470404030656?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4758758470404030656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4758758470404030656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4758758470404030656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4758758470404030656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/chins-birthday.html' title='Chin&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RxuZ2v_ZHgI/AAAAAAAACJg/poXIY6g0Nyg/s72-c/DSCN9012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2923698044426735846</id><published>2007-10-20T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:14:27.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you yourself chee bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am fucking angry! I just came home! More on this later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Clyde and I were happily watching the 9pm and when it ended, Clyde ran out of the room. He slipped and fell, knocked into the metal cage(dog's). When we heard the loud bam, i ran out first seeing him lying face down curled on the floor, thinking that it was just one of his tricks, i started laughing at him and turned. Mom screamed and went blank, so i turned around and gasp. His whole fucking face was covered in blood. Mom and I were screaming around cause she was panicking and my legs were literally like Jelly. Even koniyaku(However you spell it) was stronger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed his Pikachu towel and pressed it against his forehead, i wasn't sure where the bleeding came from until he told me it was between his eyebrows and eye(a few millicm to reach his eye) while mom was crying and frantically dialing Clyde's dad's(pathetic excuse for a man!) number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Clyde fell, now the floor is filled with his blood and it's still flowing. What should i do now?(I already told her hospital can. Grr!)&lt;br /&gt;Loser: TanTockSeng lor. Do you need me to come down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, "DO YOU NEED ME TO COME DOWN"!? Your own son is bleeding so badly not even a huge plaster can contain the blood for more than 30seconds you ask whether you need to come down. TELL ME HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A MAN THIS STUPID!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked my brother to the car with mom then called that Loser, no wait, Llama(Even a llama is much better than him).&lt;br /&gt;Exact words:-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have you ever used your fucking brains? Are you even fucking fit to be a father? Do you even fucking know that he's bleeding all over the floor that he needs to be stitched up!? Then you fucking tell my mom if you fucking need to come over?&lt;br /&gt;Llama: Who the fuck are you to tell me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he kiap my dianwei leh! Chao turtle! My dad don't even dare to kiap laoniang's dianwei he dare to kiap mine!(re-edit, Vernie says sound so ahlian. So. THAT FUCKING CHEEBYE HUNGUP ON ME.) That Llama is Clyde's next blood of kin, he ask whether he need to come down whereby my friends, female males who are totally not related to him WANTS to come down. YOU TELL ME I'M SUPPOSED TO BE ANGRY OR NOT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at the emergency bay (One patient is only allowed One person to accompany) for one hour plus then i suddenly saw the llama, eh no, meatball rolling in! I was talking to Lis then i glared at him, HE GLARE AT ME BACK LEH! I was good enough not to go forward to poke his eyes with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fortyfive minutes passed, I went to pick Clyde, who had a big gauze covering his right eye(hahaha!sorry but he really looked like a pirate who just fought in a ship battle cus he had blood all over his shirt. :B), because i didn't want him to come into contact with germs like that ET meatball. My mom knew how angry i was because my asthma attack was coming on and my whole body was shivering so obviously then she told meatball to go home first. You know what that meatball told my mom! He said that she did not teach me well and that i am not supposed to talk to him like that. You know what meatball!? If she didn't teach me well, both of us would have been warded into A&amp;amp;E, your eyeballs would have been dangling on the last piece of tissue you have, your balls gone and your nostrils so big that it can contain a meatball, llama and loser in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then if he thinks that i still have no right to talk to him like that, he ought to ask himself what right do he have when he told my mom to abort Clyde when she was 4 months pregnant with him, because she told him to not spend so much money on games. Huh!? tell me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, have you ever seen a man so gross like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2923698044426735846?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2923698044426735846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=2923698044426735846' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2923698044426735846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2923698044426735846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/fuck-you-yourself-chee-bye.html' title='fuck you yourself chee bye'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-6761244248631868501</id><published>2007-10-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:17:56.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very annoyed with my skin. I'm trying to do last minute revisions so badly, three-quart of the time i'm scratching like a pathetic monkey. No matter how many times i shower, apply my whole body white with prickly heat powder or slather on half a big bottle of axe oil all over my body, it still doesn't effing help! Now that i trace back, i might be allergic to pork/veggie or both because i've been eating it for 3 days in a row from the same foodstall, other than that i haven't consumed any pork for a long time and i haven't been eating anything out of the ordinary. Grr! I feel like soaking myself in a tub of prickly heat or axe oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-6761244248631868501?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6761244248631868501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=6761244248631868501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/6761244248631868501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/6761244248631868501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-not-special.html' title='I&apos;m not special.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3519116489138889101</id><published>2007-10-16T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:41:26.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having stomach cramps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;From yesterday until this morning, i've been scratching my skin because of some "yat lup yat lup" (It's some pok pok pop up like rashes but it isn't rashes). From my scalp all the way down to my last tiny toes, the itchyness didn't even spare my butt cheeks. Clyde was in my room and surprisingly he knew what i was doing when our eyes were glued stuck to our own gameboy screens(Lissie!I've got the Sims busting out! Clyde lent it to me.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Eh i can't take it anymore, it's effing* itchy. My butt also itchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clyde: -Eyes not peeling away from the screen- Errr, i can see that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Oh.. You don't pervert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clyde: Who want to pervert with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Try and you Die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clyde: wh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: SHOOSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clyde: -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So before i attempted to sleep, i applied axe oil all over the itchy pokpoks but it was still itchy! I applied so much until the smell drifted out from my room into the living room and mom thought it was because of my stomach illness again and opened the room so abruptly, perhaps she assumed that i'm dead already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: !!! RINAAAAAAA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: What!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: Oh.... hahah.. errr... stomach again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: No, this time it's the monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: Let me see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: -raised my arms and flipped up the shirt covering my belly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: WAAA! I think it's chicken pox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Chi your head! I had that when i was in K2.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: That wasn't, i had you vaccinated when you were younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Ohh, so that wasn't chicken pox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: No la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Okay! So i'm going to stick to you now, we'll have chicken pox together.  :D -Leaning my back on her arm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: I had it already la, goondu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Never speak too early! You'll never know until you try. HAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom: Okay lor, sick lor. Sick together, let Clyde work and take care of us. -pursing her lips-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: HAHAHAH! Okay, i take it back. -using hands to imaginary pick up pokspoks from her body to mine-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i was watching tellie the entire morning until i fell asleep when the drug took place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just took my dinner and i thought i heard some baby crying so i msned with mom to tell her how horrible the babies are shrieking and then she told me that they weren't babies but were cats calling out to make love. She told me to look down and handed me the binoculars(HAHAHA!) and i saw two grey cats facing each other and uhhh, nevermind.. I left the window. So humiliating. It reminds me of Angel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3519116489138889101?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3519116489138889101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3519116489138889101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3519116489138889101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3519116489138889101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-having-stomach-cramps.html' title='I&apos;m having stomach cramps.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-5205304037575470530</id><published>2007-10-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T01:17:17.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice loves Placenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a total hectic bad luck day for me. Work starts at 10am and holla! I woke up at 945am like what's new? Cabbed down to IMM building that's in Jurong, mind you. That's bad luck number 1. 2? The person that i don't want to see was working together with me and being a bossy queen. Her friends ought to give her a Little Miss shirt titled "Your 3-in-1 Little Miss Bossy, Whore and Annoying." She totally changed what i was supposed to do over there when she has like, uhhhh let's see.... no authority in the least bit. After exchanging some bitchy lines, i just rolled my eyes, I have work-disciplines okay... I don't quarrel with mentally&amp;amp;physically challenged people and besides, i don't want to have silent war and see her face for twelve hours too. Now i know, next time if i'm asked to work, the people with authority has to put me anywhere without her. I don't want to rattle on anymore... grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, i lugged home 26 packets of strawberry yoghurt drink. Gave away 4 packets to the drink stall in KSL when i bought milktea home. I was feeling very nice today. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-5205304037575470530?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5205304037575470530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=5205304037575470530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5205304037575470530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5205304037575470530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/eunice-loves-placenta.html' title='Eunice loves Placenta'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7462482303725301088</id><published>2007-10-14T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:12:01.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a happy sub-family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to do the daily routine stuffs for the Saturdays. Took a cab down to meet Spig &amp;amp; Family, the new addition to the family tree is soooo cute! We were at Taka's toy section when we saw a crocodile(his favourite animal) plushie and he just refused to let go of it. I was pushing the pram together with Spig beside me and Stevie running around then this group of people, a chinese family and a few maids kept staring at me, whispering whispering to each other. Actually, i think i would do that too if i were in their shoes. When Spig&amp;amp;Steve's parents came from behind, the families thought they were the grandparents, i walked past them and i can hear "waaaaaa so young.. waaaaaaaa etc." Since they were mistaken from the start, i'll just have to bask in the 'glory' of being a young mother, it feels quite nice actually but perhaps its because he's not my child. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be working at IMM from 10am-10pm later so ive got to go and sleep now. Somebody please pop up and give me a surprise, please please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7462482303725301088?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7462482303725301088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=7462482303725301088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7462482303725301088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7462482303725301088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-happy-sub-family.html' title='I have a happy sub-family.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4417026831202642217</id><published>2007-10-12T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T03:55:44.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Salsa Dancer Gdine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love Gdine so i went to attend her dance showcase at the outdoor stage in Esplanade, so sexy.. but i've already seen some of it during the performance in the ACTFA shophouse itself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, they said that if i can walk i can dance but it's proven i can't dance in a sensuous manner. It's difficult to synchronize your limbs altogether, esp your legs and your swaying hipsbutt. Gdine twirled me until i don't even know where is what, only dance with her if you're a man so you can control her moves. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MWAHAHAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Somebody teach me! Faster! So i can torture her with 200turns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I blindly flap-my-wings-around danced with 4 people altogether. Lissie, Gdine's Mom, Annabelle and UHH an unknown woman next to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw568f_ZHWI/AAAAAAAACIQ/g0GmOmoBEQE/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165006164958562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw568f_ZHWI/AAAAAAAACIQ/g0GmOmoBEQE/s400/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw567__ZHUI/AAAAAAAACIA/0u5G6BJ2o_8/s1600-h/DSC00187_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120164997575023938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw567__ZHUI/AAAAAAAACIA/0u5G6BJ2o_8/s400/DSC00187_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw568P_ZHVI/AAAAAAAACII/WS72FM-Xy-A/s1600-h/DSC00192_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165001869991250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw568P_ZHVI/AAAAAAAACII/WS72FM-Xy-A/s400/DSC00192_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw568v_ZHXI/AAAAAAAACIY/SGisIuJS2AY/s1600-h/DSC00206_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165010459925874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw568v_ZHXI/AAAAAAAACIY/SGisIuJS2AY/s400/DSC00206_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gdine's mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw569P_ZHYI/AAAAAAAACIg/pEP8IHaPA6Q/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165019049860482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw569P_ZHYI/AAAAAAAACIg/pEP8IHaPA6Q/s400/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please remember the lady's face(HER NAME IS GDINE CHIN) in between three of the focus object. She's my qualified torturer who twirled me left right center up down diagonally until i want to puke. Terrifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57iP_ZHZI/AAAAAAAACIo/1KGuSqEEw4M/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165654705020306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57iP_ZHZI/AAAAAAAACIo/1KGuSqEEw4M/s400/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Checking out the drink store. They have anything and whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57if_ZHaI/AAAAAAAACIw/PzNXz2JvvLI/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165658999987618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57if_ZHaI/AAAAAAAACIw/PzNXz2JvvLI/s400/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57if_ZHbI/AAAAAAAACI4/V7h0QVB2CQs/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165658999987634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57if_ZHbI/AAAAAAAACI4/V7h0QVB2CQs/s400/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Anna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57iv_ZHcI/AAAAAAAACJA/KnZIzCs05O8/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165663294954946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57iv_ZHcI/AAAAAAAACJA/KnZIzCs05O8/s400/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57i__ZHdI/AAAAAAAACJI/Xv7dWqO79Yk/s1600-h/DSC00253_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120165667589922258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57i__ZHdI/AAAAAAAACJI/Xv7dWqO79Yk/s400/DSC00253_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57-v_ZHeI/AAAAAAAACJQ/dyAbJuYrpKE/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120166144331292130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw57-v_ZHeI/AAAAAAAACJQ/dyAbJuYrpKE/s400/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4417026831202642217?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4417026831202642217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4417026831202642217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4417026831202642217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4417026831202642217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/sexy-salsa-dancer-gdine.html' title='Sexy Salsa Dancer Gdine.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rw568f_ZHWI/AAAAAAAACIQ/g0GmOmoBEQE/s72-c/DSC00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8030299652980283049</id><published>2007-10-11T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:15:59.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw some SunHo-Is-My-Goddess People going all hoo-haa over some latest video of her song "ChinaWine(I know it's called ChinaWine because she kept repeating like more than 50 times)," in facebook so with nothing to do, it doesn't hurt anybody thus i just decided to click on the 'play video.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My jaw literally dropped about 2 inches wide. I don't know why it dropped but it just dropped, okay? I mean, i have nothing against her but aiyah, just dropped! Maybe it's because she's a pastor's wife but then again, being a pastor's wife doesn't stop her from uhh, wearing these body-baring clothings to uhhh suit her profession as a singer or uhhh. I have no idea what i want to say. All these words are just copy&amp;amp;paste from my brains as it's mouth was blabbering on and on and on in a slur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Twxf2LraoEE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Twxf2LraoEE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: I Miss A Pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8030299652980283049?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8030299652980283049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8030299652980283049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8030299652980283049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8030299652980283049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-saw-some-sunho-is-my-goddess-people.html' title=''/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8693781771658779522</id><published>2007-10-09T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T03:04:56.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="400" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=292177"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=292177" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="450" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8693781771658779522?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8693781771658779522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8693781771658779522' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8693781771658779522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8693781771658779522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-daemon.html' title='My Daemon'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7928092067323683907</id><published>2007-10-06T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:35:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIMP OF THE CENTURY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been hearing so many things about my former classmates lately and i wasn't about to do anything until he.. Mm we'll call him Nala*, went to lodge a report against his own friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TADA! And she fucking happens to be my fucking bestfriend, you motherfucking bastard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on, tell me which friend of yours will go and lodge a police report against you(HAHA you motherturtle, as if the officers will do anything about your puny 'omg, she verbally abused me. omgomgomgomg'). Think this, a guy who's of my age, a year overage man(No, Kid. OOPS WAIT! Baby Boy. OOOOPS NO WAIT AGAIN. Baby pussy) who's legal to get married, buy cigarettes, drink alcohol is being a shoddy gay to actually enter the neighbourhood police post(wherever the f* is it) and make a scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my mind a scenario came up: -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nala*: Officer, &lt;em&gt;*sniffssniffs*&lt;/em&gt; i want to &lt;em&gt;*sniffsniff*&lt;/em&gt; lodge a complaint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: Okay, what is it regarding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nala*: &lt;em&gt;*bawls*&lt;/em&gt; IT'S ABOUT THIS GIRL &lt;em&gt;*bawls again*&lt;/em&gt; stuffing tissues in his nostrils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: &lt;em&gt;-.-&lt;/em&gt; about a girl. &lt;em&gt;-.-&lt;/em&gt; Now, what did this girl do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nala*: &lt;em&gt;*weeping*&lt;/em&gt; she verbally abused me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: -wheels his/her own rolling chair 180degrees to face the walls and starts chuckling to himself, thinking, 'bwahahaha faggot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nala*: Officer, how is it that i can sue her for the verbal abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Officer: -facing back- Okay, I'll take your statement and you can go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nala*: -a weak full of gratitude smile- Thanks officer, please help me gain me my morale back - left the room-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Officer to another officer: BWAHAHHHAAHHAHA! WIMP! -crushes the worthless statement and dumps it in the bin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, scenario wiped out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on, you don't expect my bestfriend to not do anything about it when Nala* slapped his own girlfriend, right!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, maybe that's not funny enough but i burst out laughing when i heard news that he ran away when Nala*'s Girlfriend called my bestf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nala*'s Girlf: Hello xxx, can you come and find me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;XXX: Where's Nala*?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nala*'s Girlf: He ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean don't you think its so funny. Even a certified 100% hardcore gay man won't run away to home, leaving his gay partner sobbing in town right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's so many senseless things that he has been saying and doing but why should i waste so much time on him. Come on, if he thinks that by telling his girlf that he wanted to scold XXX will make her so quivering scared, why don't he do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes Nala*, why don't you dare do it or is it something you're too much of a wimp to do? You've already attempted to slap your own girlf and threatened to file a lawsuit, telling her to wait for your lawyer letter. Okay! We'll be waiting for your lawyer letter! Then again, if you actually dare touch XXX's just one strand of hair, you'll seriously see what you deserve, not just from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, yeah. Fuck your wimp guts, Nala*. Would you like to print this out for the officer to see as well, for evidence? I'd suggest you think again, don't be too guilty conscious. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mmmm, on a lighter note! 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjXv_ZG_I/AAAAAAAACFY/umn3H8XZwm8/s1600-h/IMG_2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117887286223641586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjXv_ZG_I/AAAAAAAACFY/umn3H8XZwm8/s320/IMG_2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjX__ZHAI/AAAAAAAACFg/JPJN8-0yESU/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117887290518608898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjX__ZHAI/AAAAAAAACFg/JPJN8-0yESU/s320/IMG_2879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZi___ZG3I/AAAAAAAACEY/2vsfSDPpkSA/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886878201748338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZi___ZG3I/AAAAAAAACEY/2vsfSDPpkSA/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjAf_ZG4I/AAAAAAAACEg/VF-EVLtq7NU/s1600-h/IMG_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886886791682946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjAf_ZG4I/AAAAAAAACEg/VF-EVLtq7NU/s320/IMG_2881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjAv_ZG5I/AAAAAAAACEo/Zu8x7Vz-qPY/s1600-h/IMG_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886891086650258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjAv_ZG5I/AAAAAAAACEo/Zu8x7Vz-qPY/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjBP_ZG7I/AAAAAAAACE4/qyZPtIKlG7I/s1600-h/IMG_2887_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117886899676584882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZjBP_ZG7I/AAAAAAAACE4/qyZPtIKlG7I/s320/IMG_2887_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valerie, in her blog, will explain why is this picture drawn this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZiJv_ZGyI/AAAAAAAACDw/XUyuYRZ2nXM/s1600-h/IMG_2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117885946193845026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZiJv_ZGyI/AAAAAAAACDw/XUyuYRZ2nXM/s320/IMG_2891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZk3__ZHQI/AAAAAAAACHg/_3FeQXVk7X4/s1600-h/IMG_2852.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888939786050818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZk3__ZHQI/AAAAAAAACHg/_3FeQXVk7X4/s320/IMG_2852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZk4f_ZHSI/AAAAAAAACHw/GfUDPhphNIE/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888948375985442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZk4f_ZHSI/AAAAAAAACHw/GfUDPhphNIE/s320/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZknv_ZHLI/AAAAAAAACG4/_aPZZxdablw/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888660613176498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZknv_ZHLI/AAAAAAAACG4/_aPZZxdablw/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZkn__ZHMI/AAAAAAAACHA/GokOO6ToM0U/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888664908143810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZkn__ZHMI/AAAAAAAACHA/GokOO6ToM0U/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZkof_ZHOI/AAAAAAAACHQ/PdFVEvbNXIw/s1600-h/IMG_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888673498078434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZkof_ZHOI/AAAAAAAACHQ/PdFVEvbNXIw/s320/IMG_2859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZkPP_ZHGI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Y8Tg-qxOPpc/s1600-h/IMG_2861.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888239706381410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZkPP_ZHGI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Y8Tg-qxOPpc/s320/IMG_2861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZhWP_ZGwI/AAAAAAAACDg/rTz94PEA-cs/s1600-h/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117885061430582018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZhWP_ZGwI/AAAAAAAACDg/rTz94PEA-cs/s320/IMG_2906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZhW__ZGxI/AAAAAAAACDo/I0AZNKDQF04/s1600-h/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117885074315483922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZhW__ZGxI/AAAAAAAACDo/I0AZNKDQF04/s320/IMG_2907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZj6__ZHCI/AAAAAAAACFw/QhjRO59Xyp8/s1600-h/IMG_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117887891814030370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZj6__ZHCI/AAAAAAAACFw/QhjRO59Xyp8/s320/IMG_2871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were left stranded in my house(We still had fun with Monopoly anyway) because this perverted old man was stalking us very obviously from ntuc all the way to KSL. If only i was slower by just one step, he'd have "accidentally" knocked into my rump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was walking behind Lis&amp;amp;Val when i noticed that pervert walking towards me while i was literally looking over my shoulders. I leapt one step hurriedly to grab Lis's arm, she turned and scolded the man extremely loudly, "PERVERT!" But this hardcore pervert still persisted okay, he followed us everywhere while we were running to hide behind the cadbury counters when this couple was helping us keep a lookout for the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank goodness for the KSL store-owners lookout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good that i didn't die from the shortness of breath. Cheap men!&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/1872398729915364273-7928092067323683907?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7928092067323683907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=7928092067323683907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7928092067323683907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7928092067323683907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/wimp-of-century.html' title='WIMP OF THE CENTURY.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwZlVP_ZHTI/AAAAAAAACH4/lc9QvC-FmQg/s72-c/IMG_2867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3551435838929072691</id><published>2007-10-04T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T01:39:52.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody has got flairs for something and mine of late, is falling and claiming wounds. Check this out! I've another one, right at the same spot at my right knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwUM1f_ZGsI/AAAAAAAACDA/BBaWqmZNKkg/s1600-h/29+Sept+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117510664836422338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwUM1f_ZGsI/AAAAAAAACDA/BBaWqmZNKkg/s320/29+Sept+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3551435838929072691?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3551435838929072691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3551435838929072691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3551435838929072691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3551435838929072691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/flairs.html' title='Flairs'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwUM1f_ZGsI/AAAAAAAACDA/BBaWqmZNKkg/s72-c/29+Sept+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-522489211149740497</id><published>2007-10-03T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:07:16.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwKWAv_ZGrI/AAAAAAAACC4/YkV_VyUiZSk/s1600-h/29+Sept+029_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116817066272823986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwKWAv_ZGrI/AAAAAAAACC4/YkV_VyUiZSk/s320/29+Sept+029_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese Pomfret came over to my place to have perverted design cookies made and i think they are lovely because they are perverted. duh. These tranny bear cookies has got uber gigantic breasts taken over by M&amp;amp;M's and penis taken over by dough moulded with Milo powder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Met up with Spig at Bugis. Received presents of a polka dress and a green Little Miss Bossy shirt but Spig thinks i ought to get Little Miss Trouble after passing by certain shops. So i wonder if i always give trouble or i'm just troublesome? Wait, both are of the same definition so.. :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;K.Tan's full of twaddle, i guess it's just his intonation that does the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Time of the month early in the afternoon, i now know why i've been so easily irritable. Or have i always been... Early lunched with Spig and Kylie, you shouldve seen their attire, they got the crowd of ogling ladies and men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Junction8 for a quick dinner at PizzaHut, a quick meal to celebrate Clyde's birthday (3rd October) with a large pizza pan of chicken supreme. Packeted Sesame&amp;amp;Almond paste home from Mei Heong Yuen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Serangoon Gardens was superbly fantastic for my first visit there. Even though i had an extremely bloated and bulging stomach of dinner, i had 10 sticks of pork satay, a bowl of Mutton soup, a large cup of chilled SoyaBean and Almond Beancurd for dessert. I was close to being mistaken for Singapore's well-known statue; the merlion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Really. But these days have been really wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-522489211149740497?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/522489211149740497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=522489211149740497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/522489211149740497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/522489211149740497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/beautiful-days.html' title='Beautiful Days.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RwKWAv_ZGrI/AAAAAAAACC4/YkV_VyUiZSk/s72-c/29+Sept+029_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-5632991314610759865</id><published>2007-10-01T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:50:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just watched "What A Girl Wants" and i cried good enough to fill 1/5 of a tiny fish bowl, salty enough to kill a baby goldfish instantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost everything in there is somewhat like me, just that my father isn't an election government and.. maybe the fact that he'll never be a part of the family frame again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;No worries, just one of those sad soppy nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-5632991314610759865?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5632991314610759865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=5632991314610759865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5632991314610759865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5632991314610759865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-get.html' title='What I Get.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8447526574898639613</id><published>2007-09-29T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T03:02:21.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What big...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what Rina thinks her future is going to be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the Rina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rv1Ni__ZGqI/AAAAAAAACCw/gCpBAjwLJFI/s1600-h/29+Sept+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115330015450962594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rv1Ni__ZGqI/AAAAAAAACCw/gCpBAjwLJFI/s320/29+Sept+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Continuation of not sleeping/sleeping late nights cause raccoon eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rv1NMv_ZGpI/AAAAAAAACCo/hqx1jWw_tNY/s1600-h/29+Sept+0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115329633198873234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rv1NMv_ZGpI/AAAAAAAACCo/hqx1jWw_tNY/s320/29+Sept+0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, this is how she will look when she's a geek. One-eyed panda with very cute freckles reading a book, a top prize search and find book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rv1LVf_ZGoI/AAAAAAAACCg/qFeJUOS-nVQ/s1600-h/29+Sept+0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115327584499473026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rv1LVf_ZGoI/AAAAAAAACCg/qFeJUOS-nVQ/s320/29+Sept+0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom comes out from her room, set eyes on her daughter who's typing away at the computer and gasps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;MOM: -with two wide eyes- what's that on your face and eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ME: This -pointing at me eyes and cheeks- is my future, and they are called black eye-rings and freckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;MOM: I thought that was many big moles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ME: It's freckles! Very cute freckles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;MOM: You forgot Big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8447526574898639613?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8447526574898639613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8447526574898639613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8447526574898639613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8447526574898639613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-big.html' title='What big...'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rv1Ni__ZGqI/AAAAAAAACCw/gCpBAjwLJFI/s72-c/29+Sept+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-141076640719552379</id><published>2007-09-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:08:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very frustrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When i learned of those news, my heart was bleeping pumping faster than an F1 racer. It's like flinging my heart out, not just at my mouth, and forcefully dump them with a heavy force under those frozen surface of the south pole. THUD! You won't know if you have to break the ice to rescue it or just squish it under the rolling war tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling all those above, i'm having mixed emotions. I feel like a cup of frustrated boiling piping hot drink topped with a serve-you-right. Then again, maybe i should be more understanding; to help, to beg or try to deal with the loss myself; me and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-141076640719552379?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/141076640719552379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=141076640719552379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/141076640719552379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/141076640719552379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-frustrated.html' title='Very frustrated.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2161636492417243464</id><published>2007-09-27T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:00:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Very Icy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rvqd3f_ZGnI/AAAAAAAACCY/UAPvjiYtLdw/s1600-h/14mayy+(4)22sgysgfgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114573903638370930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rvqd3f_ZGnI/AAAAAAAACCY/UAPvjiYtLdw/s320/14mayy+(4)22sgysgfgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The weather these days is a killer. I wake up to find myself half-drenched in my PJ's and i stink, either that or i can't sleep at all. Strolling outside for 5 minutes and drops of sweat start tricklin down my neck despite the help of my bun-up hair. Lavendar prickly heat powder only helps to a certain extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's September, it ought to be breezy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2161636492417243464?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2161636492417243464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=2161636492417243464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2161636492417243464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2161636492417243464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-very-icy.html' title='Not Very Icy.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rvqd3f_ZGnI/AAAAAAAACCY/UAPvjiYtLdw/s72-c/14mayy+(4)22sgysgfgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3906363196431080060</id><published>2007-09-24T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:33:40.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 September 2007 w/ Lis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Look! That's my best friend!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And we are going to open Mad Jill (Look at the background of the first picture) that sells food opposite of a western cuisine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4t__ZGiI/AAAAAAAACBw/yATg4W3D4mQ/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113477527336720930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4t__ZGiI/AAAAAAAACBw/yATg4W3D4mQ/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4uP_ZGjI/AAAAAAAACB4/YBuSsiT_cLM/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113477531631688242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4uP_ZGjI/AAAAAAAACB4/YBuSsiT_cLM/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4uP_ZGkI/AAAAAAAACCA/SXS4UkUAlg0/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113477531631688258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4uP_ZGkI/AAAAAAAACCA/SXS4UkUAlg0/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4IP_ZGdI/AAAAAAAACBI/JGJbquEVIlc/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113476878796659154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4IP_ZGdI/AAAAAAAACBI/JGJbquEVIlc/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4If_ZGeI/AAAAAAAACBQ/ETDoWeCo5Jg/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113476883091626466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4If_ZGeI/AAAAAAAACBQ/ETDoWeCo5Jg/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1872398729915364273-3906363196431080060?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3906363196431080060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3906363196431080060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3906363196431080060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3906363196431080060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/22-september-2007-w-lis.html' title='22 September 2007 w/ Lis.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rva4t__ZGiI/AAAAAAAACBw/yATg4W3D4mQ/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8375748442342029259</id><published>2007-09-23T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T03:07:34.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Valerie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The person who tagged you : Valerie Han PY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable things she has done for you :&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, the inane fight during secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is your lover, what improvement/s would you like to see her changing :&lt;br /&gt;To be more assertive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Have a virtual war, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why she becomes my enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. For atrocious reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most desire thing you would like to do for her:&lt;br /&gt;Slap her in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of her:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for :&lt;br /&gt;1. LV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. a new digital camera with extremely high mega-pixel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. Long-furred Chihuahua&lt;br /&gt;4. more leopard-print heels.&lt;br /&gt;5. A personal lover who's willing to be my bodyguard, helper and an atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character you love about yourself : None actually, i'm an irritant; vermin. Then again, i think it's the ability to be &lt;em&gt;teh&lt;/em&gt; and have things my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On the contrary, what do you hate about yourself : Being horizontally-challenged.&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you would like to be with : a pig-toad&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to say to your loved ones : Thank you for bringing joy to me every single nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 9 friends whom you wish to know how they feel about you :&lt;br /&gt;1. Vengeance back to Valerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. Gdine Chin&lt;br /&gt;3. Lissie&lt;br /&gt;4. Charmaine.C&lt;br /&gt;5. Pohpoh&lt;br /&gt;6. Eunice Loh Hui Ting&lt;br /&gt;7. Veneta tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;8. Bernana&lt;br /&gt;9. Angel! But she's seldom blogging so.. that's as good as leaving it blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you chatted with #3 : Few hours ago! on SMS!&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music does #8 like : Noisy Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Does #6 has any siblings : An elder sister&amp;amp;brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Will you woo #3 : Why not!? But woo sounds a bit, weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How about #7 : Yes, i'll make her eat sesame&amp;amp;almond paste tgt with me.&lt;br /&gt;Is #4 single : Annoyingly not&lt;br /&gt;Surname of #5 : LPL/PohPoh as given.&lt;br /&gt;Nickname of #1 : Stupid Woman.&lt;br /&gt;What’s the hobby for #5 : Talkin on the phone with rina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Does #5 and 9 get along well : Uhhh. Maybe? No?&lt;br /&gt;Where is #3 studying at : MI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for #1: Stupid feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where does #9 live : Far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;What colour does #4 dislike : ERRRR.. I have no idea. I kinda think she likes all. :S&lt;br /&gt;Is #1 and 3 best friends : Girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;Does#7 likes #2 : Why not!?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know #2 : Sec1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does #5 owns a pet : No.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I had Lis's company the whole of yesterday. I was in the midst of cleaning my rathole, as she called, when she came. I've just done 3 hours of cleaning, it's 75% dust-free, trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I don't feel comfortable. It's too neat, i think i need a pig sty to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I have Calbee's sour cream for supper snack and chestnuts for Lis's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Vernie Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;, I called but i reached your mailbox. I guess you're asleep already. Text me when you see this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8375748442342029259?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8375748442342029259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8375748442342029259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8375748442342029259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8375748442342029259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-by-valerie.html' title='Tagged By Valerie.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8961269901580943591</id><published>2007-09-20T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:57:01.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Toys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, Superwoman Lis saved the entire day. Then again, who'd want to follow me all the way to town just to collect some notes then off to Stew's place because i had to help him with the pastry stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the two kids's objective is to make Lis deaf and enervated. They almost got my eardrums ruptured as well. If Lissie were to actually babysit them, she might just turn into bone ashes and the carefree wind would blow them into every direction like they might, now, with the wind from the Monsoon Season esp in November. Insert Guns&amp;amp;Roses's November Rain here. Okay, i'm drifting away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm chuckling at the very thought though. Lis would've broken down my door now after reading this if she actually lived a block away from me. Thank goodness for me. She's petite but she's like a heavyduty battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8961269901580943591?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8961269901580943591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8961269901580943591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8961269901580943591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8961269901580943591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/running-toys.html' title='Running Toys.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7636224642865973998</id><published>2007-09-18T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:19:02.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man attacks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So let's see, here used to be a man who used all sorts of cheesy pick-up lines that would make you swoon at the slightest touch be it with his hands or just the accidental act of his jeans brushing against your leg. The type of honeymoon dating where you sit at the fast-food restaurant of a shopping mall, sharing a large packet of fries and a cup of coke with two straws in it, for hours it seems but you are just unwilling to get out of your seat even when the restaurant manager comes up to your table and says, "I'm sorry but we're closing. Sorry for the inconvenienced caused."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Forward it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the next few years, you'll see all sorts of eccentric moods and here's one thing he'll do after having a literally short walk at a newly-built shopping mall and meeting both parties's friend couple over dinner, "Okay, you two go back home by yourselves, so-so and i are going to play online gaming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;While both girlfriends were exchanging dirty glances and rolling eyes at the Product from Mars, they were raving on and on and on about something-something(Online gamine) like an AK47 in a dopey frenzy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blablabla you know what happened next. World War 2.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, they are the ones that causes you such misery you need to be warded into A&amp;amp;E for an infinity heart seizure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7636224642865973998?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7636224642865973998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=7636224642865973998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7636224642865973998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7636224642865973998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-lets-see-here-used-to-be-man-who.html' title='Man attacks.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4656980897197701547</id><published>2007-09-16T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:55:49.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Queen In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuxERJMv4EI/AAAAAAAAB_I/Alxwy3K37oI/s1600-h/16+Sept+017_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110534738476523586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuxERJMv4EI/AAAAAAAAB_I/Alxwy3K37oI/s320/16+Sept+017_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Textboxes always leave me bored with it after awhile thus i decided to edit it to it's original blogger comment style, right at the end of every single post, just beneath the posted time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My temperamental moods these days doesn't seem to be subsiding and it gets me nowhere as well. I'm in for 70's music, it perks me up while Val says it's annoying. It's just this old aunty rina's taste in music these days, with a little bit of help from Eunice's purple zen-pod during Sec school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I laugh to myself how boyfriends of certain girlfriend's don't really like me, seriously speaking, it doesn't budge me one bit. Ask myself why don't they like me? That's because i keep telling their girlfriends to act smarter against their dense cheating loverboys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Proof? Two, or is it three, girlfriend's boyfriend showed me so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who said only dense cheating loverboys? I don't see Eun's boyfriend disliking me, that's because he's treating his girlfriend the right way and all i say to her is, "Be a good girl" etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to prove to be good in order for you not to fall in your girlfriend's girlfriend's bad books, isn't it? I hope this knocks you up so badly, you spend the whole morning having a bad hangover of guilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4656980897197701547?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4656980897197701547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4656980897197701547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4656980897197701547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4656980897197701547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/slumber-queen-in-action.html' title='Slumber Queen In Action'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuxERJMv4EI/AAAAAAAAB_I/Alxwy3K37oI/s72-c/16+Sept+017_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4400936749022613208</id><published>2007-09-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:27:37.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD KNEES. NOT DIAMONDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I haven't updated about my big green beanbag frog that takes up 1/4 of my Queen-Sized bed. So, there is, one, very cute stuff that matches my room and serves as a punching bag to me when i stay mad at somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Ruftt5Mv3_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/oGj6W1hQ67U/s1600-h/12+sept+07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109313674979303410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Ruftt5Mv3_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/oGj6W1hQ67U/s320/12+sept+07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuftuJMv4AI/AAAAAAAAB-o/dCtQnMwHl8w/s1600-h/12+sept+07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109313679274270722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuftuJMv4AI/AAAAAAAAB-o/dCtQnMwHl8w/s320/12+sept+07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next, we have a big earthquake tremor which came from Indonesia. And something very grave happened to me while i was on my to the CC.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Picture below all these. Please do not scroll down if you get very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disturbed by blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but i know you will scroll cus you will want to know what grave shit happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Check out my hot red blood oozing nipple-like  bruise on both my knees. Thankfully nobody noticed how i suddenly knelt literally in between two cars in the carpark while i was cussing and wondering why i lost balance. In appx 5 Seconds or so, val called/sms to ask if i can feel the earthquake and of course i felt more than i wanted  to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuftuJMv4BI/AAAAAAAAB-w/iYXB4JRA_GM/s1600-h/12+sept+07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109313679274270738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuftuJMv4BI/AAAAAAAAB-w/iYXB4JRA_GM/s320/12+sept+07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Close up of my N*****-Bruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuftuZMv4CI/AAAAAAAAB-4/0pOHa_AG-XM/s1600-h/12+sept+07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109313683569238050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuftuZMv4CI/AAAAAAAAB-4/0pOHa_AG-XM/s320/12+sept+07+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;(Below) The little puny bruise at my legs, the part of my leg where it joins the feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuftuZMv4DI/AAAAAAAAB_A/irf-Sa7CuUc/s1600-h/12+sept+07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109313683569238066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuftuZMv4DI/AAAAAAAAB_A/irf-Sa7CuUc/s320/12+sept+07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Clyde Incident thru Text cus my phone's beeping from the lack of full battery, typing as what i know the fastest in my entire life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: COME AND FIND ME AT THE CC, NOW. TREMORS FROM THE&lt;/span&gt; EARTHQUAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Him: What earthquake? Where u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: CC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In 5mins, he was at the CC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Him: HAAA! Earthquake very funny hor. WOOOOOW, shakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Its not funny. Im serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Him: Singapore no earthquake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: DUH i know! But didn't you see the word "tremor!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Him: Aiyah. No earthquake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: You just shut up while i call to find out if you can go back yet(from Val) and i'll try callg Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mom incident through Call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Can you please tell your dopey son that it's not funny when i am panicking like a monkey about the the quake's tremor here!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mom: Aiyah.. Panic like monkey for what. Abit of earthquake only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: ABIT!? If it's just ABIT, then we wouldn't be able to feel that ABIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mom: Aiyah.. Die also not you alone die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Not funny mom.. Its so not funny. Prevention is better than NO cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mom: In times like that, you have to pray.. not panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: PRAY!? IN A TIME LIKE JUST NOW YOU WANTED ME TO PRAY!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mom: Yes, You have to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: URGH! Whatever. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Mom: Okay! Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Staring at the phone in disbelief, i uttered another cuss and faced that Chicken butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Mom says you can go back to the building and await death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Clyde: Okay! BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAVE FUN!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;PRAY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half an hour later..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Clyde: The earthquake is from Indonesia, my bad. I thought you were lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: If lying to you gains me money, i wouldn't miss  a millisecond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This whole pray thing made me feel like banging my head against the wall until the skull breaks into pieces you could never fathom what the cause is. This whole praying thing is like how the musicians in Titanic played their last song to save themselves or like a roasted pig on a stick being turned round and round over the pig-licking fire while the pig is whispering "PSST. PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This totally won't last me very long in another crisis like Doomsday. It's like me yelling "Mayday" with the pillow stuffed in my mouth or.. 10 cheezels in substitute of the pillow.. Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4400936749022613208?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4400936749022613208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4400936749022613208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4400936749022613208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4400936749022613208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/blood-knees-not-diamonds.html' title='BLOOD KNEES. NOT DIAMONDS.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Ruftt5Mv3_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/oGj6W1hQ67U/s72-c/12+sept+07+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2738828471532324960</id><published>2007-09-12T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:47:53.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Be In My Heart No Matter What They Say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When destiny calls you, you must be strong. I may not be with you but you got to hold on&lt;br /&gt;They'll see in time, i know. We'll show them together.&lt;br /&gt;Just look over your shoulders, i'll be there always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This cartoon never fails to make me laugh whatever the mood is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RubGUOWRXvI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/GKZ6tJmSrGY/s1600-h/15534669337902l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108988878049599218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RubGUOWRXvI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/GKZ6tJmSrGY/s320/15534669337902l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/1872398729915364273-2738828471532324960?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2738828471532324960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=2738828471532324960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2738828471532324960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2738828471532324960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/youll-be-in-my-heart-no-matter-what.html' title='You&apos;ll Be In My Heart No Matter What They Say.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RubGUOWRXvI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/GKZ6tJmSrGY/s72-c/15534669337902l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2004326475364391327</id><published>2007-09-11T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:53:18.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reservations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"No Reservations" is pretty fine, 3 popcorns? Loved the part where the three of them started going out together like a real family. Me? I'm a complete sucker for such movies. Horror and gores are out of my range, i can't help but to scream and cover my eyes three-quart the time the movie's playing in the cinema so that's as good as staying home in my comfort&amp;amp;safe zone and continue my slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had a fight with this dense thing that makes me feel like ripping all the stuffings in the huge frog beanbag out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2004326475364391327?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2004326475364391327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=2004326475364391327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2004326475364391327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2004326475364391327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-reservations.html' title='No Reservations'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4897541034493420582</id><published>2007-09-10T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T04:16:29.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIRSPRAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://moviezzone.blogspot.com/2007/08/av_508.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdesv4ypmg/RsSKivNMfzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/iteEC9RV8i4/s400/293.hairspray.051007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very nice and i'll give it overflowing popcorns out of 5 popcorns in a bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But the part that made me cringe VERY VERY BADLY and almost made me want to spew is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Zac Efron, My Hottie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuRQuOWRXsI/AAAAAAAAB-A/025IOaFabCM/s1600-h/ZAC+EFRON.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108296632400699074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuRQuOWRXsI/AAAAAAAAB-A/025IOaFabCM/s320/ZAC+EFRON.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;had to frenchkiss NikkiBlonsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuRQueWRXtI/AAAAAAAAB-I/emcfakzpxVU/s1600-h/NIKKI+BLONSKY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108296636695666386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuRQueWRXtI/AAAAAAAAB-I/emcfakzpxVU/s320/NIKKI+BLONSKY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIKE THIS! WHY!?!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Printscreened)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuRSHeWRXuI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/lbACNeaVrZw/s1600-h/cvnxcgj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108298165704023778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuRSHeWRXuI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/lbACNeaVrZw/s320/cvnxcgj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I saw a reality interview of 4 of the crews's(Main 4 characters) and a question went something like "If you had a chance to date one of the crews from Hairspray who would it be?"(Smtg along the line) and he damned chose NikkiBlonsky and demonstrated the kiss again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand back, i'm about to hurl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If i were his girlfriend, i'd rip every single strand of hair from every part of her body and pry his balls out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;But then again, they are not asians and think like how, we, think. I don't know, hollywood affairs are very complexing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4897541034493420582?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4897541034493420582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4897541034493420582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4897541034493420582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4897541034493420582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/hairspray.html' title='HAIRSPRAY!'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdesv4ypmg/RsSKivNMfzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/iteEC9RV8i4/s72-c/293.hairspray.051007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4417474446521553718</id><published>2007-09-09T04:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T05:06:48.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCY LIU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://moviezzone.blogspot.com/2007/08/wrong-turn-2-2007.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdesv4ypmg/RuKp5PNMhPI/AAAAAAAAAho/DvkIPWfIERQ/s400/poster1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've just watched this so-called Supernatural thriller. Some what like a zombie human sorta stuff, whereby this lady(LucyLiu) wakes from her dead, not literally, in a soul-like wise where she's back for revenge on those blood-thirsty humans with the help of a fellow police officer whose daughter has been turned into some zombie yadayada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I like knowing the ending first before the movie because i can't help getting all these hard excitements(Bad for Health Y'knw). Apparently, many don't really do so i'm leaving the ending out. I've linked the website for viewing, just click on the poster(above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm an owl, it's difficult to sleep lately. Well, Miu's angry/upset etc with me because i didn't go with her to you-know-where on a Saturday. I mean seriously, even if i had not wanted to go on purpose, she should not get angry with me because whether or not i want to go, it is my own free will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Whatever, i couldn't care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mobile's cranky (Like Me) lately, even the substitute. So, if you can't reach me.. there are 3 options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1. Text me (I'll receive it after i vented my anger on it by throwing it against the wall)&lt;br /&gt;#2. Miss Call me. (DITTO)&lt;br /&gt;#3. MSN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4417474446521553718?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4417474446521553718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4417474446521553718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4417474446521553718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4417474446521553718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/lucy-liu.html' title='LUCY LIU'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdesv4ypmg/RuKp5PNMhPI/AAAAAAAAAho/DvkIPWfIERQ/s72-c/poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2198528650673258401</id><published>2007-09-08T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:59:21.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist: Read Between The Lines - Aaliyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm feeling blue all of a sudden, stucked at home on a lonely, quiet Saturday with nothing to do. Eyes peeled on the webpage of Imeem.com, searching for a perfect melody to soothe my temperamental brain and mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like what the title of my posts says, i've changed the playlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.straightblack.com/music/Aaliyah/Pictures/Aaliyah_Bra_Leather_Pants.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busting his bubble&lt;br /&gt;And he knows he’s in trouble&lt;br /&gt;He’s talking in doubles&lt;br /&gt;I listen to him hardly believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the story&lt;br /&gt;And trying to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Still reaching out for me&lt;br /&gt;Still ain’t no point in reaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason&lt;br /&gt;To put you back on the line&lt;br /&gt;You wasted enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to open my mind&lt;br /&gt;And read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Got to read between the lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2198528650673258401?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2198528650673258401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=2198528650673258401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2198528650673258401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2198528650673258401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/playlist-read-between-lines-aaliyah.html' title='Playlist: Read Between The Lines - Aaliyah'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-5062040807873129431</id><published>2007-09-08T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T04:11:59.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Boy Girl Thing</title><content type='html'>I love Samaire Armstrong and Kevin Zegers. I guess i cry in almost every romance scene and perhaps the softness of the female and the toughy of the man gets everybody going "oooh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very, very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51afUVZ9gJL._AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost similar to those Freaky Friday sorta show, yeah, where they swap bodies or rather... Souls. Nicer than Freaky Friday/HotChicks i must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-5062040807873129431?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5062040807873129431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=5062040807873129431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5062040807873129431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5062040807873129431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-boy-girl-thing.html' title='It&apos;s A Boy Girl Thing'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2169562200964911976</id><published>2007-09-07T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:00:09.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effing Phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi. As of today, 7th of September, my effing favourite Samsung mobile D820 has officially fainted. The buttons are numb that it wouldn't sense any pressure on them and thus it just won't work no matter how i tried slamming it against the effing wall. I'll bring it for revival by my warranty card soon. Meanwhile, i'll be using this effing China Phone "Anycall" where i don't know how those tiny buttons and tiny screen works. The ringing tone is such an effing disgraceful chinese song called "Qing Ai De Ni Zhen Me Bu Zai Wo Shen Bian," and i have no idea how i change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite scene in HighSchoolMusical2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gm5DHKI8o5o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gm5DHKI8o5o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2169562200964911976?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2169562200964911976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=2169562200964911976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2169562200964911976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2169562200964911976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/effing-phone.html' title='Effing Phone.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4708756306078952804</id><published>2007-09-07T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:17:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SkinWalkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdesv4ypmg/Rsam6vNMf2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/H0gg7ro5H2o/s400/skinwalkers2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just watched this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part i liked is the ending where the Dad gets resuscitated at midnight by his son's blood and the part i felt sympathy for the lady in which i almost cried is at the part where the boy, Timothy's, mother saw her husband(Werewolf aka Skinwalker) having another werewolf girlfriend. " :S " You say it, but she died and the family was in a whole again except that all their relatives died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's that part sad?&lt;br /&gt;Picture this, you stand facing your so-called "boyfriend" with a woman by his side, eyes staring so menacingly they appear to be throwing fire-darts in your face.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but it's just heartbreaking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4708756306078952804?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4708756306078952804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=4708756306078952804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4708756306078952804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4708756306078952804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/skinwalkers.html' title='SkinWalkers'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdesv4ypmg/Rsam6vNMf2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/H0gg7ro5H2o/s72-c/skinwalkers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8480299529983913758</id><published>2007-09-06T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:24:06.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Pony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuAJvOWRXrI/AAAAAAAAB94/rNdHwalL3UE/s1600-h/MLP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107092684348153522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuAJvOWRXrI/AAAAAAAAB94/rNdHwalL3UE/s320/MLP.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got a new toy and it's name is Spring... something. She's yellow in colour with purplish nylon-like hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Val. Flung her three bracelets out of her hand in the middle of J8 and left them rollg while we clutched our bellies in humiliation and laughing madness. This pair of stalkin eyes kept staring while we were at KSL. Very freaky. I was making fun of her when my heels got stucked in the drain and needless to say, she laughed back at me. Damn! Karmafied! But that's okay, I've got her bitten on her arm :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got this off from Eunice's journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all have things about our friends that make us slightly envious. Not in a bad way, but in a 'Wow! I wish I had that person's boobs/ eyes / money/ relationship/ nose hairs/ whatever' kindda way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tell me what about me makes you envy me; post anonymously, or not, then post this in your Journal and see what makes me envious of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8480299529983913758?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8480299529983913758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8480299529983913758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8480299529983913758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8480299529983913758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-little-pony.html' title='My Little Pony'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RuAJvOWRXrI/AAAAAAAAB94/rNdHwalL3UE/s72-c/MLP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8315408036710511502</id><published>2007-09-03T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:33:27.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK ANGUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The weekends out with the VELG has been very satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat's more than great. You buy three and get two free, worth it huh? I was just kidding about the free part but you ought to know what i'm driving at unless you have a butthole(Inside Joke) then most likely you wouldn't understand. Well, we had a sweet escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the steamboat, back at Bishan, Gelly and I did something so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from Val and Lis's camera are loaded up onto their own netjournals so, please view them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a pair of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Charles&amp;amp;Keith Safari Heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Below) from VELG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvOwOWRXqI/AAAAAAAAB9w/-AkzEDwPNmE/s1600-h/heels.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105901930435141282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvOwOWRXqI/AAAAAAAAB9w/-AkzEDwPNmE/s320/heels.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and a MissWhatever Fashion Overdose from Eun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You Girlfriends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, i love it. I love the prints so much not forgettg the heels of course. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gelly's and my plan starts on Tuesday for today, i went to Black Angus with the Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI6uWRXlI/AAAAAAAAB9I/cKVB1lxcQCE/s1600-h/IMG_2293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105895513754000978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI6uWRXlI/AAAAAAAAB9I/cKVB1lxcQCE/s320/IMG_2293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI6uWRXmI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/bdJec4O3OwY/s1600-h/IMG_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105895513754000994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI6uWRXmI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/bdJec4O3OwY/s320/IMG_2294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI6-WRXnI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/OkEL8n_h-YI/s1600-h/IMG_2295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105895518048968306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI6-WRXnI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/OkEL8n_h-YI/s320/IMG_2295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mom: Let's go to Hilton Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mom: Shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-walk towards hilton-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: why are we going to Hilton? What's there over there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mom: You don't want your birthday present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: -eyes wide open- HEHEHEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mom: Go in la! HE-HE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chose the one that i've been eyeing on for 6days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI7OWRXoI/AAAAAAAAB9g/op3l4snS9H0/s1600-h/IMG_2299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105895522343935618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI7OWRXoI/AAAAAAAAB9g/op3l4snS9H0/s320/IMG_2299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI7OWRXpI/AAAAAAAAB9o/8axIX5mSu_k/s1600-h/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105895522343935634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvI7OWRXpI/AAAAAAAAB9o/8axIX5mSu_k/s320/IMG_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8315408036710511502?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8315408036710511502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8315408036710511502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8315408036710511502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8315408036710511502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-angus.html' title='BLACK ANGUS.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtvOwOWRXqI/AAAAAAAAB9w/-AkzEDwPNmE/s72-c/heels.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-440180356839456958</id><published>2007-09-02T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T03:48:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Val's Birthday Celebration.</title><content type='html'>I found the perfect present, really. For scatterbrain had a well-deserved scatterbrain. I still love you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for steamboat later, for the five of us. I will pluck prawns for scatterbrain and force them down her throat. HEEHEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you didnt eat alot la you! stupid woman!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIN! LIS! She said we didn't eat alot, we'll show her on steamboat night which is.. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos when Lis decides to upload them and send em to me. Till then, i have only appx 15 photos taken by scatter's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68uWRXaI/AAAAAAAAB7w/N4GFSsoTv0I/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105317204997528994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68uWRXaI/AAAAAAAAB7w/N4GFSsoTv0I/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68uWRXbI/AAAAAAAAB74/Vnc1Wd9znPs/s1600-h/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105317204997529010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68uWRXbI/AAAAAAAAB74/Vnc1Wd9znPs/s320/IMG_1972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68uWRXcI/AAAAAAAAB8A/mJQRhgRIHRY/s1600-h/IMG_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105317204997529026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68uWRXcI/AAAAAAAAB8A/mJQRhgRIHRY/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68-WRXdI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZBF-E9OnN1I/s1600-h/IMG_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105317209292496338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68-WRXdI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZBF-E9OnN1I/s320/IMG_1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68-WRXeI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Lv_wpqVZC34/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105317209292496354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68-WRXeI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Lv_wpqVZC34/s320/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6g-WRXVI/AAAAAAAAB7I/MOZXfett52I/s1600-h/IMG_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316728256159058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6g-WRXVI/AAAAAAAAB7I/MOZXfett52I/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6g-WRXWI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RnqJAdm3rrY/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316728256159074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6g-WRXWI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RnqJAdm3rrY/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6hOWRXXI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/PCG4kjwNUSw/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316732551126386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6hOWRXXI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/PCG4kjwNUSw/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6hOWRXYI/AAAAAAAAB7g/iz5KXW544JU/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316732551126402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6hOWRXYI/AAAAAAAAB7g/iz5KXW544JU/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6hOWRXZI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Fbjb2TtqooI/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316732551126418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6hOWRXZI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Fbjb2TtqooI/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6OuWRXQI/AAAAAAAAB6g/fA-9TKjg4rY/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316414723546370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6OuWRXQI/AAAAAAAAB6g/fA-9TKjg4rY/s320/IMG_1981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6O-WRXRI/AAAAAAAAB6o/bkyhF9XdbxY/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316419018513682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6O-WRXRI/AAAAAAAAB6o/bkyhF9XdbxY/s320/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6O-WRXSI/AAAAAAAAB6w/ZFLw-O971x8/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316419018513698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6O-WRXSI/AAAAAAAAB6w/ZFLw-O971x8/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6O-WRXTI/AAAAAAAAB64/lOi0cl5gvXk/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316419018513714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6O-WRXTI/AAAAAAAAB64/lOi0cl5gvXk/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6POWRXUI/AAAAAAAAB7A/o00h3x2o2_U/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105316423313481026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm6POWRXUI/AAAAAAAAB7A/o00h3x2o2_U/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtnBDeWRXiI/AAAAAAAAB8w/cupLn0EpOjo/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105323918031412770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtnBDeWRXiI/AAAAAAAAB8w/cupLn0EpOjo/s320/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Regarding the photos below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;NAIL-LESS&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;IM NAILLESS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;yea!&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;bite somemore la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope nobody notices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;haha! i do i do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;irritatg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtnBDeWRXjI/AAAAAAAAB84/U159tYyNddQ/s1600-h/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105323918031412786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtnBDeWRXjI/AAAAAAAAB84/U159tYyNddQ/s320/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtnBDuWRXkI/AAAAAAAAB9A/unvo6by6HJA/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105323922326380098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtnBDuWRXkI/AAAAAAAAB9A/unvo6by6HJA/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-440180356839456958?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/440180356839456958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=440180356839456958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/440180356839456958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/440180356839456958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/09/vals-birthday-celebration.html' title='Val&apos;s Birthday Celebration.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rtm68uWRXaI/AAAAAAAAB7w/N4GFSsoTv0I/s72-c/IMG_1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7369729322173089035</id><published>2007-08-29T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:58:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtWT4uWRXNI/AAAAAAAAB6I/nu6sbg6grVU/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104148355417726162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtWT4uWRXNI/AAAAAAAAB6I/nu6sbg6grVU/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtWT5OWRXOI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/DFuaywj6h20/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104148364007660770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtWT5OWRXOI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/DFuaywj6h20/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtWT5uWRXPI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/1UJELS1WapU/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104148372597595378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtWT5uWRXPI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/1UJELS1WapU/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make this a really short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classmates really got me waking up just to go to school for a sweet surprise celebration. Came back from the toilet with Angel, entered class and classmates sprang me high singing the Birthday song with a "Hafpy Birthday Rina" on an "Awfully Chocolate" cake. Sweet, very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outram, met Natty. Cabbed down to TPY Hub to collect the parcel that my dad sent from Japan which contained Boxes of curry, Fran, Candies and Cosmetic stuffs. I had better finish all those by Sunday if not i can never have them until they expire. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Met mom, towned. $60++ of sushi, checked out LV branches(I have yet to decide). J8, Gellybee joined in for sesame paste for dessert(we learned how to make Yin&amp;Yang with sesame paste &amp;amp; Almond paste). Bought belgian chocolate w/ rum raisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very well-fed today, my stomach almost burst-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food 'expire,' chin and i have just devised a plan for Mondays-Sundays. As the day comes along, i'll let you know what we had for the entire day. Well.. i guess i'll be dead on 3rd day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThankYous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, i love the soon-to-come LV.&lt;br /&gt;Clyde, i love the pearl earrings.&lt;br /&gt;Katherine, i love that she'll give me something.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, im sure you'll get me smtg.&lt;br /&gt;Honey, you took time out of your busy business world. You'll soon notice a gucci/chanel bag stolen off your bag rack soon, i know you'll give them to me.&lt;br /&gt;Granny, the fact that you called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhandy, i love the 5mins hogging. I know my present will be a big one.&lt;br /&gt;Valerie, i love my present i'll be receiving on Saturday. *ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdine, i love the "it's a crocodile" marker.&lt;br /&gt;Lis, i love that you'll be meetg me on Sunday. Please don't drown me.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice, i love that you're #12 and i wont be #20&lt;br /&gt;Duck, i love that you are ducky, good enough, duck rmb me.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, i love the midnight call.&lt;br /&gt;Veneta, i love that you're turning old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, i love the LaSenza G-String &amp;amp; Pig.Plaster. I knw it'll help to perk my butt more than it is.&lt;br /&gt;Laveen, i love those cakes.&lt;br /&gt;JingYuan, sheesheeBoy. You call me sheeshee girl again i will kill you in G-class.&lt;br /&gt;Adalric, i love the mega big card.&lt;br /&gt;Adrian, *EHEM* you too!&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany, (:&lt;br /&gt;ZhengQiang, the virtual wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Weijian, the handshake.&lt;br /&gt;Victor, you and your nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pohlin, i love that you are my babe.&lt;br /&gt;Ben, i love that you are one of my closest boyfriends just bcus youre my girlf's boyf. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Cariscia, i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine Choo, i love my primary school buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Watson, i hope you own watsons soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bent, i love the well-wishes and virtual cuddle&lt;br /&gt;Kenny, (:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, *ehem* present please.&lt;br /&gt;A.Kenny, i love that you are sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Wagner, i love the fact that i'll rip off your music soon.&lt;br /&gt;Amelie, my love fight girl.&lt;br /&gt;Janice, (:&lt;br /&gt;XinWen, hi ex-schoolmate&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Noh, hi ex-OBS team.&lt;br /&gt;Mike, *EHEM* present!&lt;br /&gt;Kenichi, that you remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amos, a nice boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i didnt miss anyone out, even if i did i didn't mean to! :S&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very, very happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7369729322173089035?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7369729322173089035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=7369729322173089035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7369729322173089035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7369729322173089035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/19th-birthday.html' title='19th Birthday.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RtWT4uWRXNI/AAAAAAAAB6I/nu6sbg6grVU/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8023946943186935201</id><published>2007-08-28T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:52:08.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Excuse My Friend, For Breaking My Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;eh you die aldr ah! hahah its 28aug aldr! so tmr is YOUR birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;why? why i die?&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;Im still 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Say anything but i just refuse to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause one more year and i can never be a twenteen. I'm&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;twenty like an aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then another 10 years of the calender page will flip and i'll be 30. Who knows, shaking legs at home or flying from country to country. I hate birthdays so i can't remember them yet people like the above mentioned, just love to remind me that i've to enjoy my last teen year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, here's my turn. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday's Valerie.HPY's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but she'll be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;celebrating on Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because KylieMinogue will be chef-of-the-day. How sweet, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday(&lt;em&gt;my infamous yesterday/today&lt;/em&gt;) was to do my calculations for myself and my motivation pusher with Valerie helping me(disregardg my H.Potter &amp;amp; Micro) with some, no most, of the sums. Very nice, very very nice. And she was very nice to stop me from using calculator, just a few presses away to the definite answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaniemouse!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hung out with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;GellyBee&lt;/span&gt; for just that short while, it's good enough for our busy lives. Well, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday's the Girls Night Out&lt;/span&gt; for Steamboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love y'all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Check out my new chatbox.&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/1872398729915364273-8023946943186935201?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8023946943186935201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=8023946943186935201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8023946943186935201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8023946943186935201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/theres-no-excuse-my-friend-for-breaking.html' title='There&apos;s No Excuse My Friend, For Breaking My Heart.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3614129272516379237</id><published>2007-08-26T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:41:35.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Kisses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat tangyuan&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;siao. i dont like leh&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;so guey&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i like glutinuous.&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;eeee&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;not nice!&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i love!&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;like mochi icecream?&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;br /&gt;oh that one i like&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;WHATS THE DIFFERENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;differnt la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mochi is ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rina™ says:no difference! BOTH GLUTINUOUS okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- VALERIE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i say different means differnt. mochi taste nicer! much nicer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps: She is stup-  HAHAHHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3614129272516379237?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3614129272516379237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3614129272516379237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;object height="470" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/1640073-c4fe--t"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/1640073-c4fe--t" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="340" height="470"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="470" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/1640135-ea97--t"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/1640135-ea97--t" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="340" height="470"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="470" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/1640170-5e77--t"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.paloozahead.com/e/1640170-5e77--t" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1256656748435894809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/paloozaheadcom.html' title='Paloozahead.com'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7422129140582510667</id><published>2007-08-23T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:16:19.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Last Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 5th day with a diarrhoea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mom: You better see a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Me: No i dont want to. I'm still alive, i'll tell you when i'm weaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mom: ... By that time you're dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: Friends should stand up for friends. Friends should not tell untrue(really stupid) things about friends and.. friends should not lie to friends about a friend. A friend who lies is a mega bitch and that bitch deserves to crawl under and die. You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging with my friends&lt;br /&gt;That's when I caught your eye&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I was fly&lt;br /&gt;Right then you wished that I would be your baby&lt;br /&gt;You tried to spit some game&lt;br /&gt;Asking me girl what's ya name&lt;br /&gt;Saw that that ice upon ya chain&lt;br /&gt;So I asked you the same&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that we'd have fun together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7422129140582510667?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7422129140582510667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=7422129140582510667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7422129140582510667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7422129140582510667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-last-forever.html' title='Nothing Last Forever.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-5590067835398345854</id><published>2007-08-21T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:54:52.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music Host.</title><content type='html'>Well, there's isn't much to write about lately. Smtg new about me's that i had my voxy bush trimmed into a neat overlaying strands of thin, fragile thread. The thing you call 'hair'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've removed the imeem.com playlist to radioblogclub.com. Check it out just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; the chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Check it out now and then for new songs. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make you listen?&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason.&lt;br /&gt;When you dream there's a chance you'll find&lt;br /&gt;A little laughter&lt;br /&gt;or happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;yeah harmony to the melody&lt;br /&gt;It's echoing inside my head&lt;br /&gt;A single voice&lt;br /&gt;Above the noise&lt;br /&gt;And like a common thread&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you're pulling me&lt;br /&gt;When I hear my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;I know that we belong&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you are the music in me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's living in all of us&lt;br /&gt;And it's brought us here because&lt;br /&gt;Because you are the music in me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I gotta say what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something about us doesn't seem right these days&lt;br /&gt;Life keeps getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we try, somehow the plan is always rearranged&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to say, but I've gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;You'll be okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just don't belong here;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this world someday,&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna leave it all behind,&lt;br /&gt;But I get my hopes up and watch them fall everytime&lt;br /&gt;Another color turns to gray&lt;br /&gt;And its just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving today cause I've gotta do what's best for me,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be okay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-5590067835398345854?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5590067835398345854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=5590067835398345854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5590067835398345854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5590067835398345854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-music-host.html' title='New Music Host.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3881230705607588336</id><published>2007-08-20T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:45:38.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party Never Has To Stop.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching HighSchoolMusical2 that's loading very, very, very slowly. Right now, i'm thinking which i should do first; H.Potter/Harvest.M/Wait for the video to buffer and load at such a slow pace i believe a snail's much faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gran's early in the morning to celebrate Honey's birthday, lunch, and later dinner at some steamboat restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day out with Lis before dinner was pretty nice, fact that i haven't gone to town with her for so long. Had Wanton Mee for late lunch. I'm turning into a pig. No complaints, the food's very good, the one at Heeren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I popped a zit, I HAVE ZITS! when people think i don't. Okay, i popped it and the oil seed inside was so huge that Lis&amp;I could see a hole right smack on my nose if we look close enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention, i saw a well, uhh.. cute guy at NUM. It's just this thing that i have, to look into NUM, to look at those retail assistant. heheh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3881230705607588336?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3881230705607588336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1872398729915364273&amp;postID=3881230705607588336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3881230705607588336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3881230705607588336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/party-never-has-to-stop.html' title='The Party Never Has To Stop.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-602188550630177594</id><published>2007-08-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:56:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know Much But I Know I Love You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUYS OF THE DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buy 2 Get 1 Free&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (PS: 15% off from 3pm-5pm) &lt;em&gt;(PPS: Pls note that Rina is turng into Eunice.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the free one(Rose&amp;Aloe) is very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I had 4 hours of non-stop smelling until i decided to grab 2 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mint&amp;amp;teatree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shampoo. I like the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lavender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one as well, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. -puss-in-boots pitiful face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.originalsource.co.uk/_images/products/medium_shots/15002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Rose&amp;amp;Aloe shower gel is smelly to me and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"huh?Mmm, okay. Not too bad!"&lt;/span&gt; to mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.originalsource.co.uk/_images/products/medium_shots/5424232522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Healing Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relax therapy white tea all day moisture body lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma sucker for scented body moisture lotions. Love it to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1061.g.akamai.net/7/1061/5412/home/www.walgreens.com/dbimagecache/318344.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, Of couse i don't mind the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SleepWellZz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GreenTea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; moisture as well. SO somebody.. -puss-in-boots- pitiful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, met up with &lt;em&gt;Michy&lt;/em&gt; to take him to the PasirRis park. My all-new-favourite-hangout by the sea summer breeze 'restaurant' And well, I love the Soursop Juice($6/small glass) but nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Before i end this, Valerie.H says that i've to blog about her if not she'll blackmail me with ***'s*****. )_: So there goes, i just blogged about her. &lt;strong&gt;:B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-602188550630177594?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/602188550630177594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/602188550630177594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-know-much-but-i-know-i-love-you.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know Much But I Know I Love You.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8709321781213819654</id><published>2007-08-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:56:52.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Tears, They Say A Lot.  Since You're The One Who Put Them There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;New songs added:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;1. I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;2. Summer nightfalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;3. Fuck ya man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo updat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e for Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Chin accompanying me to somewhere i always go to on a saturday evening. Sweetness. Tampines for dinner then Bishan after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rr9Gc6BVBqI/AAAAAAAAB6A/YYV62Bqo0Dk/s1600-h/1_841031935l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097870765631800994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rr9Gc6BVBqI/AAAAAAAAB6A/YYV62Bqo0Dk/s400/1_841031935l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Charles cus he's so annoying. He's so health-conscious that i feel like stuffing deep-fried chicken wings, mcnuggets, french fries, coke, bubble tea, sugar, cookies, muffins down his throat. If you thinking, yes, he was the one who soaked the serviettes with oil from the french fries. He kept looking at the food i eat and say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"eh na, you're eatg like 23463433 calories in this and you're eating 35135613574 calories in that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Charles, can you please shut up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rr9F6aBVBlI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/MmYxWDSQbxM/s1600-h/1092868572_e496ab5f0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097870172926314066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rr9F6aBVBlI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/MmYxWDSQbxM/s400/1092868572_e496ab5f0e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually look closely, you'll realise Charles's potential of winning Singapore's most au-naturel candid-iest man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rr9F6qBVBmI/AAAAAAAAB5g/YD6UDzM4a1E/s1600-h/1092873398_9ac548877b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rr9ECqBVBaI/AAAAAAAAB4A/269GxnZM81Q/s1600-h/DSCN9030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097868115636979106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rr9ECqBVBaI/AAAAAAAAB4A/269GxnZM81Q/s400/DSCN9030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All our friends keep wondering but they don't know that you and I have secret lives yet they don't realize. When they aren't looking, we keep on kissing, the fun we're having. Hiding our love from the world is driving me insane. I thank you for all the times when you made me smile. No matter what happens now you will always be my pal. We run around and cause a ruckus, we can't stop laughing. These memories will fill our lives with happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8709321781213819654?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8709321781213819654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8709321781213819654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-my-tears-they-say-lot-since-youre.html' title='Take My Tears, They Say A Lot.  Since You&apos;re The One Who Put Them There'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rr9Gc6BVBqI/AAAAAAAAB6A/YYV62Bqo0Dk/s72-c/1_841031935l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7245594157800827245</id><published>2007-08-12T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:52:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring All The Boys To The Yard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seeing you makes me bite my lips yet inside, i smile. You're in my heart, you'll be in my dreams  No matter how many miles between. I promise you that i won't forget, the day we kissed or the day we met. Even in the darkest days, our love will find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far do I have to go to make you understand? I wanna make this work so much it hurts but I just can't keep on giving, go on living with the way things are,  so I'm gonna walk away and it's up to you to say how far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday was great. Photos another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7245594157800827245?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7245594157800827245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7245594157800827245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/bring-all-boys-to-yard.html' title='Bring All The Boys To The Yard.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3747907895725442336</id><published>2007-08-11T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T02:21:57.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Let's change my surname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miumiu: Huh? To what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miumiu: Let me give you a christian name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Yuck! No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miumiu: Char.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Huh? Char!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Both of us sniggled, yeah, my name's Rina Char Siew. I'm a roasted pork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3747907895725442336?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3747907895725442336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3747907895725442336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-name.html' title='My New Name'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8934856484183125334</id><published>2007-08-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:29:23.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know It's True That Everythg I Do, I Wouldn't Do It For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's the littlest of the littlest thing that you may do that keeps me going but how long can you keep that pace? Nope, not for long. A goodbye kiss so not-contemplated for was given will not prove much. Yeah, it wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are times when the bestest of the bestest friends can bring you down. Like how they promised to do something with you and only you because they made so much promise but ended up breaking it just at the mouth of your hearing organs yet once and time again, they ended up doing it with someone else more dear, like say a boyfriend, instead. Well loved for a friend huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, my day at work has never been so fantastic. I hate those permanent personnels slogging their ass there at JohnLittle and giving people who are a temporary just gray and hostile-black music as if i owed them, like please i'm just going to be there for 2 days. I hope somebody bashes her fucking sly i-think-im-boss face up to wake up her fucking idea. So clever and love to give people black face then don't work as a fucking cashier to work for people, since that fucking bitch's is so smart why don't she go and carve out her fucking career to be her own fucking boss. I am so going to tell her these this coming Sunday after my last day of work then i'll look for the manager to complain about giving a customer attitude. A good way of looking forward to Sunday, isn't it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8934856484183125334?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8934856484183125334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8934856484183125334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-its-true-that-everythg-i-do-i.html' title='You Know It&apos;s True That Everythg I Do, I Wouldn&apos;t Do It For You.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2707063325303554778</id><published>2007-08-10T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:57:37.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Men are vicious animals which are sluttier than sluts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2707063325303554778?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2707063325303554778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2707063325303554778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-224041697555500226</id><published>2007-08-09T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:25:02.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra Ra Rasputin Lover Of The Russian Queen.</title><content type='html'>I'll be working in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;JohnLittle @ MarinaSq&lt;/span&gt; selling CHAMPS vitamins for little poppykins and FLAVETTES Vitamin C Benefits for Big adultkins on this week's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday &amp;amp; Sunday from 1-9pm&lt;/span&gt;. :D Please buy bulks from me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-224041697555500226?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/224041697555500226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/224041697555500226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/ra-ra-rasputin.html' title='Ra Ra Rasputin Lover Of The Russian Queen.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8795776355724386394</id><published>2007-08-06T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:10:21.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival Of Praise</title><content type='html'>Chin and i are like the angel of deception, we know what we did but we did it like righteously without deceiving. Right chin suying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lis the lizard and chin the jelly is like behind me on my bed. Chin's like trying to deflate my strawberry bolster filled with fake cotton candy while Lissie's like saddened over the fact that she's ieatyou. heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos of what we did in SIS on the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrczP6BVBUI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Jcnkiz74Ags/s1600-h/1018203641_e89f546297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597851758888258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrczP6BVBUI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Jcnkiz74Ags/s400/1018203641_e89f546297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrczP6BVBVI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/6K16gV5MqPk/s1600-h/1018204487_0297c7079d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597851758888274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrczP6BVBVI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/6K16gV5MqPk/s400/1018204487_0297c7079d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rrcyf6BVBMI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/J7X6BI21Ji0/s1600-h/1018206327_d2f5c4ed94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597027125167298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rrcyf6BVBMI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/J7X6BI21Ji0/s400/1018206327_d2f5c4ed94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcygKBVBNI/AAAAAAAAB2g/fs3gjqa8o2g/s1600-h/1018207061_22031b57fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597031420134610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcygKBVBNI/AAAAAAAAB2g/fs3gjqa8o2g/s400/1018207061_22031b57fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mikki, my parttime florist beauty consultant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcygaBVBOI/AAAAAAAAB2o/l7aC98SS_Pw/s1600-h/1018209341_0cd74fe8c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597035715101922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcygaBVBOI/AAAAAAAAB2o/l7aC98SS_Pw/s400/1018209341_0cd74fe8c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcygqBVBPI/AAAAAAAAB2w/qT5f6J_OwoU/s1600-h/1018211091_4c2844afab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597040010069234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcygqBVBPI/AAAAAAAAB2w/qT5f6J_OwoU/s400/1018211091_4c2844afab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rrcyg6BVBQI/AAAAAAAAB24/nZCkIb9c338/s1600-h/1018211987_2318bfb320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597044305036546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rrcyg6BVBQI/AAAAAAAAB24/nZCkIb9c338/s400/1018211987_2318bfb320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzKBVBHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/GxKT2CytHjo/s1600-h/1018214473_aeb25af288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095596258326021234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzKBVBHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/GxKT2CytHjo/s400/1018214473_aeb25af288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzaBVBII/AAAAAAAAB14/SkQ-QenTeSU/s1600-h/1018220961_44f80dd5a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095596262620988546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzaBVBII/AAAAAAAAB14/SkQ-QenTeSU/s400/1018220961_44f80dd5a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzaBVBJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/R_LqFSiJad4/s1600-h/1018221723_fcdd93a359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095596262620988562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzaBVBJI/AAAAAAAAB2A/R_LqFSiJad4/s400/1018221723_fcdd93a359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzaBVBKI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Wmi0q1vAL8I/s1600-h/1018228633_088d9c8c7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095596262620988578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzaBVBKI/AAAAAAAAB2I/Wmi0q1vAL8I/s400/1018228633_088d9c8c7b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzqBVBLI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/LhFqINoXqss/s1600-h/1018229321_e0fd8d504a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095596266915955890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcxzqBVBLI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/LhFqINoXqss/s400/1018229321_e0fd8d504a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: I can't help keeping my eyes off cute guys and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i dont wanna mention names, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SOMEBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spotted an eyecandy. Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctKaBVBCI/AAAAAAAAB1I/7fQ0HXNO41s/s1600-h/1018232945_e9ef3f9084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095591160199840802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctKaBVBCI/AAAAAAAAB1I/7fQ0HXNO41s/s400/1018232945_e9ef3f9084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctKqBVBDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/rPDEd1kcFCo/s1600-h/1018235163_f9122f5c31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095591164494808114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctKqBVBDI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/rPDEd1kcFCo/s400/1018235163_f9122f5c31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctK6BVBEI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/jPTVN7q47Lk/s1600-h/1018237153_3b49f023d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095591168789775426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctK6BVBEI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/jPTVN7q47Lk/s400/1018237153_3b49f023d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctLKBVBFI/AAAAAAAAB1g/x-W53R_iBG0/s1600-h/1018238153_bd2a854c4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095591173084742738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctLKBVBFI/AAAAAAAAB1g/x-W53R_iBG0/s400/1018238153_bd2a854c4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctL6BVBGI/AAAAAAAAB1o/dvPElVoz9eM/s1600-h/1018239631_a35cc7e80a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095591185969644642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrctL6BVBGI/AAAAAAAAB1o/dvPElVoz9eM/s400/1018239631_a35cc7e80a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching out for cute guys. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcsoKBVA9I/AAAAAAAAB0g/5UfZQzS8_1c/s1600-h/1018242865_a1638fca62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590571789321170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcsoKBVA9I/AAAAAAAAB0g/5UfZQzS8_1c/s400/1018242865_a1638fca62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcsoqBVA-I/AAAAAAAAB0o/Q1qumyBJeTY/s1600-h/1018244321_a08e015e61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590580379255778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcsoqBVA-I/AAAAAAAAB0o/Q1qumyBJeTY/s400/1018244321_a08e015e61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rrcso6BVA_I/AAAAAAAAB0w/wcwmLkBBGcw/s1600-h/1018245047_b51695189a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590584674223090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rrcso6BVA_I/AAAAAAAAB0w/wcwmLkBBGcw/s400/1018245047_b51695189a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rrcso6BVBAI/AAAAAAAAB04/70JyQ3rcxZE/s1600-h/1018245791_0ee4bef8ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590584674223106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/Rrcso6BVBAI/AAAAAAAAB04/70JyQ3rcxZE/s400/1018245791_0ee4bef8ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcspaBVBBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/nuAyJHhxPIk/s1600-h/1018247171_a796cfa29d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590593264157714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrcspaBVBBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/nuAyJHhxPIk/s400/1018247171_a796cfa29d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp9qBVAzI/AAAAAAAABzQ/Jf1JmG_VLWU/s1600-h/1018248845_b66d1e0dd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095306167644914482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp9qBVAzI/AAAAAAAABzQ/Jf1JmG_VLWU/s400/1018248845_b66d1e0dd8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i said, i was eyeing on one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp-KBVA0I/AAAAAAAABzY/i-LHi7Gjxe8/s1600-h/1018249599_f9300703f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095306176234849090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp-KBVA0I/AAAAAAAABzY/i-LHi7Gjxe8/s400/1018249599_f9300703f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp-aBVA1I/AAAAAAAABzg/hS88mVihpEM/s1600-h/1018250523_a5defa5536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095306180529816402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp-aBVA1I/AAAAAAAABzg/hS88mVihpEM/s400/1018250523_a5defa5536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i scrolled this photograph of chin&amp;amp;wendy, this " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " icon kept appearing in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp-aBVA2I/AAAAAAAABzo/ylUdoiVAA7k/s1600-h/1018253969_439394e258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095306180529816418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp-aBVA2I/AAAAAAAABzo/ylUdoiVAA7k/s400/1018253969_439394e258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp-qBVA3I/AAAAAAAABzw/lEzVv7wrmFQ/s1600-h/1018257605_84f35041de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095306184824783730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYp-qBVA3I/AAAAAAAABzw/lEzVv7wrmFQ/s400/1018257605_84f35041de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpm6BVAuI/AAAAAAAAByo/UZS7K8xykOk/s1600-h/1018261155_ae9f3a724c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305776802890466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpm6BVAuI/AAAAAAAAByo/UZS7K8xykOk/s400/1018261155_ae9f3a724c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpm6BVAvI/AAAAAAAAByw/lk6LDyHL6PI/s1600-h/1018266801_fe864b1ce0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305776802890482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpm6BVAvI/AAAAAAAAByw/lk6LDyHL6PI/s400/1018266801_fe864b1ce0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favourite candy! Really good that Chin can't help but her stomach just had to vacuum it from her salivating mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpnKBVAwI/AAAAAAAABy4/BehTr_NvUBY/s1600-h/1018268753_91d765a3a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305781097857794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpnKBVAwI/AAAAAAAABy4/BehTr_NvUBY/s400/1018268753_91d765a3a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really had to do this like i did towards Bern before because they, these two, just can't take a proper smiley face photograph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpnKBVAxI/AAAAAAAABzA/lE5igZ23kpQ/s1600-h/1018270333_27f570d4ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305781097857810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpnKBVAxI/AAAAAAAABzA/lE5igZ23kpQ/s400/1018270333_27f570d4ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpnaBVAyI/AAAAAAAABzI/dY74OoRQy_E/s1600-h/1018270965_93bf66635e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305785392825122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpnaBVAyI/AAAAAAAABzI/dY74OoRQy_E/s400/1018270965_93bf66635e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yeah, the guy who wore a black top over his white in the foreground's just seated behind like 3 columns behind. He must've been sick of our phototaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpMqBVApI/AAAAAAAAByA/YaOXQL_HuwM/s1600-h/1018274009_f89e6f0b2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305325831324306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpMqBVApI/AAAAAAAAByA/YaOXQL_HuwM/s400/1018274009_f89e6f0b2f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpMqBVAqI/AAAAAAAAByI/H2oj2idxPZE/s1600-h/1018277731_6a6cad31e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305325831324322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpMqBVAqI/AAAAAAAAByI/H2oj2idxPZE/s400/1018277731_6a6cad31e8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpM6BVArI/AAAAAAAAByQ/yZvLgJq_6Rk/s1600-h/1018282261_5ae5178733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305330126291634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpM6BVArI/AAAAAAAAByQ/yZvLgJq_6Rk/s400/1018282261_5ae5178733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpM6BVAsI/AAAAAAAAByY/_9DjdQTgMEI/s1600-h/1018287737_fcc2101b28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305330126291650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpM6BVAsI/AAAAAAAAByY/_9DjdQTgMEI/s400/1018287737_fcc2101b28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpNKBVAtI/AAAAAAAAByg/8M3tFHlMaCs/s1600-h/1018286129_dad152381d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095305334421258962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYpNKBVAtI/AAAAAAAAByg/8M3tFHlMaCs/s400/1018286129_dad152381d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo36BVAkI/AAAAAAAABxY/K7ncueyuWq8/s1600-h/1019058500_170e1db703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304969349038658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo36BVAkI/AAAAAAAABxY/K7ncueyuWq8/s400/1019058500_170e1db703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo4KBVAlI/AAAAAAAABxg/gALavSkfAC0/s1600-h/1019059562_31d4b60c78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304973644005970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo4KBVAlI/AAAAAAAABxg/gALavSkfAC0/s400/1019059562_31d4b60c78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo4KBVAmI/AAAAAAAABxo/j_Ur-kbG9Hs/s1600-h/1019060268_ae970467b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304973644005986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo4KBVAmI/AAAAAAAABxo/j_Ur-kbG9Hs/s400/1019060268_ae970467b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo4aBVAnI/AAAAAAAABxw/6TDHHuMTgQQ/s1600-h/1019061012_c3222ab096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304977938973298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo4aBVAnI/AAAAAAAABxw/6TDHHuMTgQQ/s400/1019061012_c3222ab096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo4qBVAoI/AAAAAAAABx4/tPeQgpbgQZw/s1600-h/1019065308_1cdf6d8294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304982233940610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYo4qBVAoI/AAAAAAAABx4/tPeQgpbgQZw/s400/1019065308_1cdf6d8294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocKBVAfI/AAAAAAAABww/gpgqr6sgb34/s1600-h/1019068482_3a05685d0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304492607668722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocKBVAfI/AAAAAAAABww/gpgqr6sgb34/s400/1019068482_3a05685d0e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting it with a 3 seconds timer standing on the arm rest of the chair, we believe that we had our snapshot taken. There you go, this is the result of a 3 seconds timer on an arm rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocKBVAgI/AAAAAAAABw4/DiOl-fF3Oqg/s1600-h/1019070256_22f265fc4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304492607668738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocKBVAgI/AAAAAAAABw4/DiOl-fF3Oqg/s400/1019070256_22f265fc4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocaBVAhI/AAAAAAAABxA/iuuspIn6nm0/s1600-h/1019072574_33dea45e07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304496902636050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocaBVAhI/AAAAAAAABxA/iuuspIn6nm0/s400/1019072574_33dea45e07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocqBVAiI/AAAAAAAABxI/c5ApXed7Z4c/s1600-h/1019075696_425d76e8c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304501197603362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocqBVAiI/AAAAAAAABxI/c5ApXed7Z4c/s400/1019075696_425d76e8c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocqBVAjI/AAAAAAAABxQ/fU6o5FLAEgI/s1600-h/1019076580_c6dd81f098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304501197603378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYocqBVAjI/AAAAAAAABxQ/fU6o5FLAEgI/s400/1019076580_c6dd81f098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYn_aBVAbI/AAAAAAAABwQ/6Ow08a-QGmA/s1600-h/1019078686_99fc40ad2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095303998686429618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYn_aBVAbI/AAAAAAAABwQ/6Ow08a-QGmA/s400/1019078686_99fc40ad2e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYn_qBVAcI/AAAAAAAABwY/4ubBAiwU804/s1600-h/1019079382_bfd8d236e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304002981396930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYn_qBVAcI/AAAAAAAABwY/4ubBAiwU804/s400/1019079382_bfd8d236e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYn_qBVAdI/AAAAAAAABwg/W5lEBRKFAMg/s1600-h/1019080154_162bb88693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304002981396946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYn_qBVAdI/AAAAAAAABwg/W5lEBRKFAMg/s400/1019080154_162bb88693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE! That guy in black over white again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYn_6BVAeI/AAAAAAAABwo/PQccw1yqB5I/s1600-h/1019083366_c5c73d5d19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095304007276364258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYn_6BVAeI/AAAAAAAABwo/PQccw1yqB5I/s400/1019083366_c5c73d5d19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYUeaBVAVI/AAAAAAAABvg/HiEzXkG3BUE/s1600-h/1019085748_4c51e5a281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095282541029818706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYUeaBVAVI/AAAAAAAABvg/HiEzXkG3BUE/s400/1019085748_4c51e5a281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYUeqBVAWI/AAAAAAAABvo/JPwf2bHP_ao/s1600-h/1019090054_b0d3495ef8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095282545324786018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYUeqBVAWI/AAAAAAAABvo/JPwf2bHP_ao/s400/1019090054_b0d3495ef8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYUe6BVAXI/AAAAAAAABvw/JgNyivPTKgc/s1600-h/1019090780_442d662789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095282549619753330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYUe6BVAXI/AAAAAAAABvw/JgNyivPTKgc/s400/1019090780_442d662789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYUfKBVAYI/AAAAAAAABv4/Boiw24Sbpl8/s1600-h/1019091484_b3e7e2ed59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095282553914720642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYUfKBVAYI/AAAAAAAABv4/Boiw24Sbpl8/s400/1019091484_b3e7e2ed59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cute guy alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT56BVAQI/AAAAAAAABu4/1Pu78X6iPj4/s1600-h/1019093978_6e7eb41fb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281913964593410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT56BVAQI/AAAAAAAABu4/1Pu78X6iPj4/s400/1019093978_6e7eb41fb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT6aBVARI/AAAAAAAABvA/Wear4Qw54wU/s1600-h/1019096316_74b3c1dcd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281922554528018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT6aBVARI/AAAAAAAABvA/Wear4Qw54wU/s400/1019096316_74b3c1dcd5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT6aBVASI/AAAAAAAABvI/htkHUAzPRe4/s1600-h/1019098936_63fd9ffd44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281922554528034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT6aBVASI/AAAAAAAABvI/htkHUAzPRe4/s400/1019098936_63fd9ffd44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;BK &lt;/span&gt;pose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT6qBVATI/AAAAAAAABvQ/ztTbRyK8k5c/s1600-h/1019101974_bb5347c532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281926849495346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT6qBVATI/AAAAAAAABvQ/ztTbRyK8k5c/s400/1019101974_bb5347c532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT66BVAUI/AAAAAAAABvY/ujBS9FfBnlY/s1600-h/1019103500_f45b434d21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281931144462658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYT66BVAUI/AAAAAAAABvY/ujBS9FfBnlY/s400/1019103500_f45b434d21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah Lis, you're in the picture represented by my mobile. We were talking to you, rmb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTg6BVALI/AAAAAAAABuQ/iuWk_labkoc/s1600-h/1019106396_a656efcd36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281484467863730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTg6BVALI/AAAAAAAABuQ/iuWk_labkoc/s400/1019106396_a656efcd36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYThKBVAMI/AAAAAAAABuY/HKBdZMj9lVA/s1600-h/1019108014_5d3e335ecd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281488762831042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYThKBVAMI/AAAAAAAABuY/HKBdZMj9lVA/s400/1019108014_5d3e335ecd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYThaBVANI/AAAAAAAABug/cz2UqONxTo8/s1600-h/1019111152_32c5bce6b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281493057798354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYThaBVANI/AAAAAAAABug/cz2UqONxTo8/s400/1019111152_32c5bce6b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYThqBVAOI/AAAAAAAABuo/hwKLb7N0lvE/s1600-h/1019112016_f29ab8640a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281497352765666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYThqBVAOI/AAAAAAAABuo/hwKLb7N0lvE/s400/1019112016_f29ab8640a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYThqBVAPI/AAAAAAAABuw/WVCg82CrsCs/s1600-h/1019120594_675005fa51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095281497352765682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYThqBVAPI/AAAAAAAABuw/WVCg82CrsCs/s400/1019120594_675005fa51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTCaBVAGI/AAAAAAAABto/DZ00lZlfHbU/s1600-h/1019131754_9b5bb5d931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095280960481853538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTCaBVAGI/AAAAAAAABto/DZ00lZlfHbU/s400/1019131754_9b5bb5d931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTCqBVAHI/AAAAAAAABtw/rYRLHzYmRmg/s1600-h/1019136636_3461010322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095280964776820850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTCqBVAHI/AAAAAAAABtw/rYRLHzYmRmg/s400/1019136636_3461010322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTC6BVAII/AAAAAAAABt4/u2OuGKyoKPs/s1600-h/1019138454_2daca9243f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095280969071788162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTC6BVAII/AAAAAAAABt4/u2OuGKyoKPs/s400/1019138454_2daca9243f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTC6BVAJI/AAAAAAAABuA/cL9oJ4SyqE8/s1600-h/1019139326_0688e784fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095280969071788178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrYTC6BVAJI/AAAAAAAABuA/cL9oJ4SyqE8/s400/1019139326_0688e784fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had something on at Tampines and the 2 hours journey back was so tormenting and frustrating. I fell asleep in the bus with my head leaning against the window pane oblivious to the fact that there was this wire cable box infront of me. Upon stirring up, i had this really small bump on my forehead cause the rough journey kept my slumbering head bobbing back and forth. )_:&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/1872398729915364273-8795776355724386394?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8795776355724386394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8795776355724386394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/festival-of-praise.html' title='Festival Of Praise'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrczP6BVBUI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Jcnkiz74Ags/s72-c/1018203641_e89f546297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8611478331033678712</id><published>2007-08-05T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:32:10.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report for 3rd August.</title><content type='html'>Photographs up with Chin's Cam. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Below) One batch of M&amp;M's cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTD-KBVAEI/AAAAAAAABtY/m7vql96NF4o/s1600-h/1003403845_0b85f61532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094912551072104514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTD-KBVAEI/AAAAAAAABtY/m7vql96NF4o/s400/1003403845_0b85f61532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so sweet chocolate muffins, with thousand coloured dots draped over with hershey's syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTD-aBVAFI/AAAAAAAABtg/oKcUrbqPVcM/s1600-h/1003421509_8a5a7e1509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094912555367071826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTD-aBVAFI/AAAAAAAABtg/oKcUrbqPVcM/s400/1003421509_8a5a7e1509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing of brain cells, storming on ideas on how to make Lis come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDwaBU__I/AAAAAAAABsw/Pn7Ol8Uby-g/s1600-h/1003425877_d014ed3265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094912314848903154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDwaBU__I/AAAAAAAABsw/Pn7Ol8Uby-g/s400/1003425877_d014ed3265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDwqBVAAI/AAAAAAAABs4/_tQ63rlZu2Q/s1600-h/1003427217_501d2323ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094912319143870466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDwqBVAAI/AAAAAAAABs4/_tQ63rlZu2Q/s400/1003427217_501d2323ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDw6BVABI/AAAAAAAABtA/TdThq4cRa3g/s1600-h/1003427793_cc37366a0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094912323438837778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDw6BVABI/AAAAAAAABtA/TdThq4cRa3g/s400/1003427793_cc37366a0d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice flash chin. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDw6BVACI/AAAAAAAABtI/mBT5eyFZrRI/s1600-h/1003440005_2c0f01c489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094912323438837794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDw6BVACI/AAAAAAAABtI/mBT5eyFZrRI/s400/1003440005_2c0f01c489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting Lis the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDxKBVADI/AAAAAAAABtQ/WXLZDlra2xo/s1600-h/1003441087_a9a622ef4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094912327733805106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDxKBVADI/AAAAAAAABtQ/WXLZDlra2xo/s400/1003441087_a9a622ef4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDDqBU_9I/AAAAAAAABsg/uFfujkzbUrw/s1600-h/1003454435_93906fa948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094911546049757138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDDqBU_9I/AAAAAAAABsg/uFfujkzbUrw/s400/1003454435_93906fa948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDD6BU_-I/AAAAAAAABso/SVO9h-DfyRM/s1600-h/1003455995_5fd6e8cd96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094911550344724450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTDD6BU_-I/AAAAAAAABso/SVO9h-DfyRM/s400/1003455995_5fd6e8cd96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gatsby boy who refused to let me shape his eyebrows. Tolerance for pain factor 0.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTBuKBU_7I/AAAAAAAABsQ/Vb902EOPHVY/s1600-h/1003456579_ff48b37afb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094910077170941874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTBuKBU_7I/AAAAAAAABsQ/Vb902EOPHVY/s400/1003456579_ff48b37afb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTBuaBU_8I/AAAAAAAABsY/yyhWXezzvXU/s1600-h/1003483981_520406135a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094910081465909186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTBuaBU_8I/AAAAAAAABsY/yyhWXezzvXU/s400/1003483981_520406135a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of knocking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTBP6BU_6I/AAAAAAAABsI/k719oNUJYks/s1600-h/1003489699_998da38dc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094909557479899042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTBP6BU_6I/AAAAAAAABsI/k719oNUJYks/s400/1003489699_998da38dc8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS9OaBU_3I/AAAAAAAABrw/QsZqr03-CT4/s1600-h/1004288528_c9b68318f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094905133663584114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS9OaBU_3I/AAAAAAAABrw/QsZqr03-CT4/s400/1004288528_c9b68318f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS9OaBU_4I/AAAAAAAABr4/zBK2G13ePt8/s1600-h/1004299336_8ecc1e54af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094905133663584130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS9OaBU_4I/AAAAAAAABr4/zBK2G13ePt8/s400/1004299336_8ecc1e54af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my Hard Rock Cafe. Reflective to light, yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS8TKBU_1I/AAAAAAAABrg/DSmw4bF6ls4/s1600-h/1004302086_3a4b84e4ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094904115756334930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS8TKBU_1I/AAAAAAAABrg/DSmw4bF6ls4/s400/1004302086_3a4b84e4ce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS7s6BU_zI/AAAAAAAABrQ/lPLXYo3hOj0/s1600-h/1004303906_49df04b5d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094903458626338610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS7s6BU_zI/AAAAAAAABrQ/lPLXYo3hOj0/s400/1004303906_49df04b5d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS7IaBU_yI/AAAAAAAABrI/q4Jt5zDXS48/s1600-h/1004309142_eb54b5ab27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094902831561113378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS7IaBU_yI/AAAAAAAABrI/q4Jt5zDXS48/s400/1004309142_eb54b5ab27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS6h6BU_xI/AAAAAAAABrA/bUDKmdRAzjA/s1600-h/1004309668_3b5899cb0b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094902170136149778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS6h6BU_xI/AAAAAAAABrA/bUDKmdRAzjA/s400/1004309668_3b5899cb0b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS6hqBU_wI/AAAAAAAABq4/k46WNLlKmXM/s1600-h/1004311170_8aea6bf752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094902165841182466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS6hqBU_wI/AAAAAAAABq4/k46WNLlKmXM/s400/1004311170_8aea6bf752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS1baBU_uI/AAAAAAAABqo/Ka1Cm3RbeKE/s1600-h/1004336290_96454d54c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896560908861154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS1baBU_uI/AAAAAAAABqo/Ka1Cm3RbeKE/s400/1004336290_96454d54c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS1bqBU_vI/AAAAAAAABqw/zNbZKqcaB6c/s1600-h/1004335782_f93748d895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094896565203828466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS1bqBU_vI/AAAAAAAABqw/zNbZKqcaB6c/s400/1004335782_f93748d895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS0aKBU_rI/AAAAAAAABqQ/xsLmQpf3mjs/s1600-h/1004349780_f1662b4b06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094895439922396850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS0aKBU_rI/AAAAAAAABqQ/xsLmQpf3mjs/s400/1004349780_f1662b4b06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS0aaBU_sI/AAAAAAAABqY/qpp2ckBHRq0/s1600-h/1004346858_07486c1de3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094895444217364162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS0aaBU_sI/AAAAAAAABqY/qpp2ckBHRq0/s400/1004346858_07486c1de3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS0aaBU_tI/AAAAAAAABqg/oFT8mcCs3Ek/s1600-h/1004339342_d801c9e681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094895444217364178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrS0aaBU_tI/AAAAAAAABqg/oFT8mcCs3Ek/s400/1004339342_d801c9e681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrSzYKBU_qI/AAAAAAAABqI/JQ_ehD4wY7U/s1600-h/1004359178_33c1bff835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094894306051030690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrSzYKBU_qI/AAAAAAAABqI/JQ_ehD4wY7U/s400/1004359178_33c1bff835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wants to buy cookies/muffins from me.&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/1872398729915364273-8611478331033678712?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8611478331033678712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8611478331033678712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/report-for-3rd-august.html' title='Report for 3rd August.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrTD-KBVAEI/AAAAAAAABtY/m7vql96NF4o/s72-c/1003403845_0b85f61532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4975441425851752570</id><published>2007-08-04T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:23:04.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1990's Style.</title><content type='html'>Like wow, it takes a mega big fight to make you delete someone like never and yet for me all it takes it just to delete you from facebk, msn and not reply your sms. Hahah! Interesting excuse but i'm sorry i can't fathom the depth of it. You're pretty much lucky i aint a prayg mantis cus i'm sure i'll do a great job, more like perfect, of ripping your fucking head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was very well spent 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;Woke Chin up ard 730am to go swimming. KSL-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Shoppg at NTUCs. Die-die have to finish the muffins and cookies cus we were feeling soo lethargic after that swim. Taking turns to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we managed to surprise lissie and she thought we had all forgotten her birthday cus we didn't wish her on the eve and on the big day itself. Now that Lis's bday's over, i should state that she's so old. HEHEH. The rest of us are still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get back to sleeping where the dream i just had was about me being a guy and my girlfriend being a girl. We were having lots of fun and in my dream i love that girl like.. alot? I'm serious. Maybe who knows, i'm turning crooked soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4975441425851752570?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4975441425851752570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4975441425851752570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/1990s-style.html' title='1990&apos;s Style.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3285644479562617189</id><published>2007-08-03T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:58:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SO DEF WHATS UP?</title><content type='html'>Uh huh as the heading goes, i can't sleep as usual. I've got a plan. I guess the only way's to knock myself whiteout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3285644479562617189?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3285644479562617189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3285644479562617189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-so-def-whats-up.html' title='SO SO DEF WHATS UP?'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-1504269538809828089</id><published>2007-08-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:07:08.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig This</title><content type='html'>I just refuse to put the video up. It's that one morning on 25th July that Angel decided to lug me outta bed and i don't have to digress, i look horrible just in these pictures as usual. I have so many candid poses that Chang decided to video it down when i thought he was taking snapshots. Thanks Chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No laughing, esp you bern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrIAgKBU_mI/AAAAAAAABpo/L481HHUWCR8/s1600-h/video+43+collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094134680955190882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrIAgKBU_mI/AAAAAAAABpo/L481HHUWCR8/s400/video+43+collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1872398729915364273-1504269538809828089?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1504269538809828089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1504269538809828089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/dig-this.html' title='Dig This'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RrIAgKBU_mI/AAAAAAAABpo/L481HHUWCR8/s72-c/video+43+collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-4698524748800415316</id><published>2007-08-01T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:47:15.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escada.</title><content type='html'>Nice surprise for the Wed's 930am lecturer, i woke up on the first vibration of my mobile's alarm. :B And maybe cus it's been ages since i last woke up at 8 odd in the morning, i've been feeling so irritable. Came home and slept till 7 odd, dinner-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fantastic. Kampong chicken rice and apple strudel from thomson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my big surprise! Aunt.Jose shipped a brown hard rock cafe fukuoka shirt from Japan. I love it to bits, seriously. I should buy more when i get back some time next year, who wants one!? hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-4698524748800415316?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4698524748800415316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/4698524748800415316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/08/escada.html' title='Escada.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7205956303670445512</id><published>2007-07-30T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:20:57.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint No Other Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You should seriously listen to the video below. It's a parody of StevenLim's vid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tiXWKZedEF0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tiXWKZedEF0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i think all librarians have super thick skin. Try sitting in the library for appx 3 hours and you'll know what i'm driving at. Met pomfret and lizard for boo tea and headed home. Nothing much lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7205956303670445512?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7205956303670445512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7205956303670445512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/aint-no-other-man.html' title='Aint No Other Man.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-314855787474725639</id><published>2007-07-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:06:29.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No-Ships.</title><content type='html'>I am a total addict to youtube. I'm stuck on it like everytime i'm at home but then again, there's nothing i'd do other than use the comp if i'm home. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need coke now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coke's my drug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-314855787474725639?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/314855787474725639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/314855787474725639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-ships.html' title='No-Ships.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7485607336208102794</id><published>2007-07-29T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T03:57:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Walk With You The Raging Seas.</title><content type='html'>I'm having gastric pains recently, like now. Ever since you-know-what happened, i just realised that i've been overeating. Like i can drink MANY big cups of cranberry juice, coke to curb myself from blacking out, eating again after the main meals. I can't help it but to eat and eat. I may be feeling extremely full until the buttons might pop any moment but my teeth won't stop and i vented my anger on mom earlier because she stopped me from drinking coke because i've been having random asthma attacks for weeks, like i had it twice in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i die soon. I hate men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7485607336208102794?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7485607336208102794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7485607336208102794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-walk-with-you-raging-seas.html' title='I&apos;ll Walk With You The Raging Seas.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-7554584997521232072</id><published>2007-07-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:01:25.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Ways Or None Other.</title><content type='html'>Mother surprised me with a box of home-made french toast and that memory brought me way back to the 1990s when i'd always beg her to make me lunchbox for school. There'd be my favourite cocktail sausages, rice, eggs etc and baby pear that's about the size of your index and thumb linked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having lots of problems with teachers, chinese teacher to be precise for the entire 6 years. Thus mom have to come down to have a meet-the-parenteacher-session each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best most memorable time is when the stupid-stepfather was still living under the same roof as me. I hated and i still do now that you don't want to know what i did to his drinks and food everyday in the past. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh, i hate him that much and i hope he die. I hope he burn and die together with that shrew vixen. Maybe get him into a car accident so bad that it damages her face so badly thus when people see her for that one last look in the coffin before she gets cremated and pollute the earth, they'll say, "omg so ugly. should have died long ago! waste singapore's resources only." Next, may his brain be gone and let him live a lifeless living dead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! I feel so good after writing that, it's mean but it's the fact that i've been cursing them since i was what? P4? 5? WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was in service today and was under the aircon vent pipe. :B Shivering in the &lt;em&gt;blistering&lt;/em&gt; cold (I already had my full-length cardi on), this guy fling his jacket unto me. HEHEH. Kinda cute but.. HEHEHE! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-7554584997521232072?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7554584997521232072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/7554584997521232072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-ways-or-none-other.html' title='Two Ways Or None Other.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3697424620108296770</id><published>2007-07-27T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:30:11.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO DEAL AND NO DEAL!</title><content type='html'>Eunice is a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Eun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i nominated u as a model&lt;br /&gt;Eun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;for deal or no deal&lt;br /&gt;Eun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;Eun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dealornodeal.com.sg/audition.htm&lt;br /&gt;Eun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;Eun™ says:&lt;br /&gt;bybye&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU BITCH&lt;br /&gt;Rina™ says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU COME BACK HERE! TAKE IT OUT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's okay! Since i'm going to die, i'll drag all of you in it and we'll die together. :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3697424620108296770?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3697424620108296770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3697424620108296770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-deal-and-no-deal.html' title='NO DEAL AND NO DEAL!'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-9044769544080258684</id><published>2007-07-27T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:24:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Coyote.</title><content type='html'>I had a major heart attack appx 10mins ago all thanks to &lt;a href="http://blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; I opened my page, refreshed for 20 over times and checked the source code. The source for the blogger main section was missing like it always would last time and i didn't have a backup copy of my current code. Frantically browsing &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogskins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for at least one skin that i would half-heartedly like and there was none. After opening 10 over skins, i decided to think i wasn't that unlucky on a friday morning &lt;em&gt;(not exactly a morning at 5pm in the evening for you guys. Hahaha!)&lt;/em&gt; thus i tried opening my blog url once again while crossing both fingers and toes. Guess what? I'm lucky as always on a friday. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;New songs added into my playlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maria - Blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The World Spins Madly On - The Weepies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One Way Or Another - Blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For All Time - Soluna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All She Wants To Do Is Dance - The Eagles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please Remember - LeeAnn Rimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-9044769544080258684?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/9044769544080258684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/9044769544080258684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/imma-coyote.html' title='Imma Coyote.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-1670133279691548087</id><published>2007-07-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:15:58.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Insane And Out Of Your Mind.</title><content type='html'>I was chillin around J8 with Clyde while waiting for Lissie to arrive. I really love this soft pad keyboard from this shop that looks like Mini-toon? Why is it so special? Because it's like a rubber-keyboard where you can bend it and i so want to get it, $19.95. Good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i saw someone or rather something that's extremely obscene. I was on the way to the ladies and was a fair distance from it, when this man came out of the gents. Guess what i saw? #1 - He did not zip his jeans but had button-ed it. #2? His manhood, apparently erected, was sticking out of his zipper hole. Thankfully he did wear briefs. I was contemplating on whether i ought to inform him about it but was in a rather difficult situation. When i turned around, he has disappeared out of main door of both toilets. I sympathize him for all the weird and disgusted stares until he'll realise it which i think he should have by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's a boat, I could sail away&lt;br /&gt;There's the sky, I could catch a plane&lt;br /&gt;There's a train, there's the tracks&lt;br /&gt;I could leave and I could choose to not come back&lt;br /&gt;Oh never come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, giving up the fight&lt;br /&gt;Here I am begging you to try&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, let me in&lt;br /&gt;But you just put your wall back up again&lt;br /&gt;Oh when's it gonna end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance I could change my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I won't, not till you decide&lt;br /&gt;What you want, what you need&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care if I stay or leave&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what's it gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this chair, or just across the room&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down the block or halfway to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far do I have to go to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't&lt;br /&gt;Keep on giving, go on living with the way things are&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna walk away&lt;br /&gt;And it's up to you to say&lt;br /&gt;YeahI'm gonna walk away&lt;br /&gt;And it's up to you to say how far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-1670133279691548087?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1670133279691548087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1670133279691548087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/go-insane-and-out-of-your-mind.html' title='Go Insane And Out Of Your Mind.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3664603657155500272</id><published>2007-07-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:27:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays I Don't Care Bout You.</title><content type='html'>The devil and i are gluttons. Mac nite bite bundle with meatball beethyemak.&lt;br /&gt;If you need a portable alarm clock, she's the best for you. She attempted to drown my eyeballs in eyedrop this morning while i just refused to wake up and the dumbest thing she could have ever done to try and wake me up, is to tickle the soles of my feet. It only made me feel even snugglier and comfortable. Oh and she drags you up and chases you away to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just erased whatever i post in this paragraph maybe i should be nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do i move like i don't care? Am i smooth as silk and cool as air? Do i make you want to cry? I don't even know your name and your heart beats like a subway train, would it make you want to die? Do you want to take me and do you want to make me all your own? Would you go insane and out of your mind like a million and one candlelights? Have you seen this thing before, in your best friend and the boy next door, a fool for love and a fool on fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3664603657155500272?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3664603657155500272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3664603657155500272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursdays-i-dont-care-bout-you.html' title='Thursdays I Don&apos;t Care Bout You.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-3112708335810394647</id><published>2007-07-23T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:53:30.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through It All.</title><content type='html'>What would you do when finally you get to break free, from something nice and nasty at the same time. Would you break down and cry for having lost something or would you breathe a sigh of relief? Would you stay sane or would you turn dopey? Would you listen to a cheesy poppy tune or a tear-jerking sad romance? Would you break yourself free from misery thoughts or just believe that everything's so perfect you wouldn't feel the ticklishness of a feather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt you loved some&lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; yet it annoys you so much that you wanted to get rid of it? Yet when you lose it, you want to gain it back whether or not it deserves you? Give me a reason cause i'm down on bended knees because i thought this would last a lifetime and through the next generation. I thought this meant a perfect love yet time and again, i was doubtfully wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, would you feel like blowing your brain off with a pistol held straight in your face because i do. I don't know why i'm feeling this all of a sudden but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i may not be pretty enough for some people who loves just a stupid outer appearance that can only last appx 30 years. I know i may not be body beautiful and have chubby cheeks(HAA!) but would that keep you happy a lifetime? I know i'm not very demure, i'm playful and uncouth. I don't know how to be lady-like and be a man-killer. I know i'm not perfect, i can't please all the time to suit you to want me yet i was and am true and faithful. In what way have i failed to deserve whatever i got? No, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of love, what does this profound word actually mean?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-3112708335810394647?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3112708335810394647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/3112708335810394647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/through-it-all.html' title='Through It All.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-732366259128506779</id><published>2007-07-23T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:27:57.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxi-Eyes.</title><content type='html'>I got sponsored appx a month's odd worth of contact lenses from the boss of Spectacle Hut. :B Poh and I have tried the $20+'s promo but their $30+'s look even more natural. The brand's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maxi Eyes by Spectroflex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for bigger, brighter, younger eyes. I'm too lazy to take a photo of the box now, later tonight, tomorrow perhaps or maybe not. Anyway, my eye pupils definitely look larger in reality because of the surrounding black rim of the lens but they don't look brighter or younger especially with all these fine lines on my eyebags. That's the biggest misery of a lady, isn't it. )?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note, I think i'll look weird with a blue lens, isn't it. Since i'm told i look oriental but i really do love oriental stuffs like effigies and whatevernots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RqPJyaBU_kI/AAAAAAAABpY/9odNGbpyt3I/s1600-h/22July07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090133871674326594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RqPJyaBU_kI/AAAAAAAABpY/9odNGbpyt3I/s400/22July07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tossing and flipping around my big, soft bed yet i still can't get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random though but i can't help feeling like i'm living in room of lime and lemons. I realised that everything around me isn't that much rosy metaphorically but the yellow&amp;greens are theoretical. I love it when i wear green maybe i think i'm a predator with the advantage of being able to blend into the surroundings, my wall for eg. and i particularly feel like a lime. I feel like a lime with a lime-room (Not forgetting my self-drawn cute cartoons of chicken, dino and an ant. i feel so post-iceage), i have lemon belongings and.. once in awhile, i get lime eyes. Hahah! Yes, i am proud to be a green-eyed monster. Sometimes things like that spices things up for your life would be literally boring without excitement. For all the lime and lemons, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;PS: If i have really opted for a green lens, i'll be a certified green-eyed monster. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great beverage recipe with lime is rose syrup, ice water and lots of lime topped with ice. :D My favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wonder if i'm able to get up for school later. Angel's like nagging and threatening to bash me up already. :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-732366259128506779?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/732366259128506779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/732366259128506779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/maxi-eyes.html' title='Maxi-Eyes.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cYZzEd7brAs/RqPJyaBU_kI/AAAAAAAABpY/9odNGbpyt3I/s72-c/22July07+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-1901297400968598614</id><published>2007-07-20T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:28:52.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Diddle Diddle With The Kitty In The Middle.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has been happening. Just the usual hoo-hah about me not going to school other than for yesterday's last class. I'm on a roll for a low-profile, when classmates starts asking why they haven't seen me for such a long time like UHM 2 weeks?, i started laughing. The best is my favourite west girl who called me on my Thursday midnight, which is your Wednesday midnight to many, to ask if i have been in school because she haven't been as well. School is really boring without my tom&amp;amp;Gerrie, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my face into all the food there is in the house when i'm starving and now there's only instant noodle left because #1 i'm lazy to buy food #2 i am very lazy to cook, i even had to beg my Clyde to cook instant noodles for me. Yeah. he spoils me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder if my not cooking for so long will erase my memory of cooking but here's the experiment i found out, you won't forget how to cook and it's just that food you once can cook well taste like crap now. Yeah, that's what happened to my instant noodles today. One mouthful and i'd rather settle for Bandung to settle my dinner. Where's my Clyde? He's on a busy mission set by my mother because he's rather forgetful and loves to deny, so right now he's facing the wall in the living room with his two hands up, sweating until he decides that he can finally remember something that my mother is very annoyed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut my somehow long yet not that long explanation short, i can't cook. Would that satisfy? Hahaha! Right now, i want a man who can cook to entertain my palate. Like the saying goes, 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach,' I turn the tables around and it's now 'the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach, many of a woman's bestfriend for more than her fingers can carry and well anything, everything and whatever she says deem fit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These many men read this and boo while many women reading goes nodding their head excitedly while looking at their going-to-be-lifelong partner or maybe lifelong-partner to be. hahah! This is so sexist but hey! Trash them men and hail to the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'mma dance cause there's too much booty in my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-1901297400968598614?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1901297400968598614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/1901297400968598614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-diddle-diddle-with-kitty-in-middle.html' title='Hey Diddle Diddle With The Kitty In The Middle.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8102981070900773867</id><published>2007-07-18T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T03:55:05.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Bullshit.</title><content type='html'>I swear this is the most entertainin youtube video from a man so gr*ss. Poh and I laughed to hell max. C'mon look at this, so damn dumb, his retaliation i meant. His pronunciation almost jerked me off the chair like what a southpark would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/riBS5cURFRI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/riBS5cURFRI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8102981070900773867?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8102981070900773867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8102981070900773867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/hilarious-bullshit.html' title='Hilarious Bullshit.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-5366744377362586350</id><published>2007-07-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:59:45.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfalls.</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Chin Suying Geraldine wants me to tell the world-wide nation that she helped to rid my house of two skeletal lizards with the help of a rusty tong &amp; a cobweb stucked to it. Remember that horrible stench i had in my room like last month or so? Yeah, just as i was reaching out to the airconditioner, i saw its unappeased eyes staring straight into mine. Gross piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did something appalling, want to know what? She tried chasing my mom and i around the house with the dead lizard. She thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chin: eh so cute! take photo!&lt;br /&gt;mom: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!! THROW IT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;chin: -enjoyin the sight of the black lizard- eh so cute. So interesting!&lt;br /&gt;mom: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!WINDOW WINDOW!&lt;br /&gt;chin: No!! You come and see!!! -creeping towards cautiously for fear that the lizard drop out from the tongs.-&lt;br /&gt;Mom&amp;amp;I: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, she is mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chin: Eh Jie, rina's lizard $50 okay. Your room, so long also, so black, can see the bones, $100.&lt;br /&gt;mom: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;chin: -chin scraped it off the door's frame &amp;amp; the lizard dropped on the floor- ehh cannot take leh..&lt;br /&gt;mom: I PAY YOU $200, YOU STICK IT BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: NO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. i was laughing and screaming like mad. I think chin has upgraded herself.&lt;br /&gt;From a Jellybean to a Lizard-buster. So Lis, please be careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-5366744377362586350?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5366744377362586350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/5366744377362586350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/waterfalls.html' title='Waterfalls.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-8813766455980009713</id><published>2007-07-15T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:18:33.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write You This Song.</title><content type='html'>Not a peaceful night, not a peaceful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS with them girlf and boyf.&lt;br /&gt;When i took my camera out, i realised that the dumbest thing i could have ever done was to not use it on a clubbing night. The saddest thing? People are flooding to ask if i went to MOS but i didn't see them at all. I think they only realised that mobile phones existed today. At least i saw my lovely girlfriend of the century. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be that turtle K.L passed me some pox rash when i unknowingly passed by him, i'm scratchin like a monyet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phodos by my two loves later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-8813766455980009713?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8813766455980009713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/8813766455980009713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/write-you-this-song.html' title='Write You This Song.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1872398729915364273.post-2722903572039122772</id><published>2007-07-12T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:34:22.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Locked Away Inside.</title><content type='html'>I was in glitter graphics looking for some hilarious shit to pep me up for the afternoon and i came across these shits that made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/325/325832uw2d2txlrc.jpg" width="269" height="93" alt="'myspace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/337/337214lwk1z3vd3c.gif" width="102" height="90" alt="'myspace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/158/158602dlj4gkkx7v.jpg" width="408" height="107" alt="'myspace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sleepy again and i'm going off to hit the sack. Can't wait for dear clyde to come home then i have my fav beverage delivered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1872398729915364273-2722903572039122772?l=mademoisellerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2722903572039122772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1872398729915364273/posts/default/2722903572039122772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellerina.blogspot.com/2007/07/keep-it-locked-away-inside.html' title='Keep It Locked Away Inside.'/><author><name>rina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04927023227951716247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/52/64/15684625/236503893l.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
