<?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-28209651</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:42:45.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*=intrigue=*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>400</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1769968485416688929</id><published>2007-12-24T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:13:51.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://alluringlyflawed.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;click "moved" to be redirected to my new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1769968485416688929?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1769968485416688929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1769968485416688929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1769968485416688929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1769968485416688929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-moved-youll-be-redirected.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-4962229741986206702</id><published>2007-12-23T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finished NOBUTA WO PRODUCE today.&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;it's fantabulous to the max, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;"AKIRA SHOCK!" &lt;3 anywayyyy, i decided that i'm not made for this kinda marathon. after watching 7 episodes in a row, my head is throbbing like the veriest bitch.&lt;br /&gt;BAKA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and what do people like me do when they're bored? some really horrible photoshopping.  the original picture: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kC_BmsQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Jw38nnFZ64g/s1600-h/rainie%2Bn%2Bmike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kC_BmsQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Jw38nnFZ64g/s320/rainie%2Bn%2Bmike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147161426571735298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after editing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kD_BmsTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/JmCS875NQo0/s1600-h/hjxme+whywhylove.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kD_BmsTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/JmCS875NQo0/s320/hjxme+whywhylove.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147161443751604530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH LAH! i know my head doesn't look proportionate to the body. but i never once said imma pro photoshopper like yinny. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kDfBmsSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/bUF9uIoWXVk/s1600-h/hjxkissoriginal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kDfBmsSI/AAAAAAAAAzA/bUF9uIoWXVk/s320/hjxkissoriginal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147161435161669922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after editing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kDPBmsRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OLQ5kDZdkHE/s1600-h/hjxkiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kDPBmsRI/AAAAAAAAAy4/OLQ5kDZdkHE/s320/hjxkiss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147161430866702610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i know you can't really tell the difference in this one.&lt;br /&gt;that means... MY FACE LOOKS PRETTY MUCH LIKE RAINIE'S FROM THIS ANGLE.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;i was just really bored, and decided to play around with photoshop. :/&lt;br /&gt;my comm issues documents have been lying open since 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;down to serious stuff like (*stares at msword*) comm issues and feature... tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-4962229741986206702?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/4962229741986206702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=4962229741986206702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4962229741986206702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4962229741986206702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-finished-nobuta-wo-produce-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R25kC_BmsQI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Jw38nnFZ64g/s72-c/rainie%2Bn%2Bmike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-3175705448289504611</id><published>2007-12-22T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:21:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just checked the academic calendar, and the speed time passes hit me again. hard.&lt;br /&gt;it's more or less only 2 more months till the year 3s in npkfc - jin, purple and an - graduate.&lt;br /&gt;am kinda missing them already.&lt;br /&gt;and to speak the truth, i'm kinda worried about how we will fare after they leave.&lt;br /&gt;then, when i looked further down the acad calendar and glanced at the acad year 2008...&lt;br /&gt;it hit me even harder.&lt;br /&gt;feels like I'M gonna graduate soon too.&lt;br /&gt;there'll only be school till october next year... and then it's attachment.&lt;br /&gt;despite its perpetually looming deadlines that stress us all out, i realised that i actually kinda like all these projects.&lt;br /&gt;and... like many others, i have nooooo idea what to do after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;have a little inkling of what i wanna do, but yet there's something holding back.&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;*smacks self* it's about time to settle on one course of action you dumb girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. on a lighter note... pegs and i were talking about post-graduation yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and we both wanna go overseas!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shop and eat at taiwannnn! :D&lt;br /&gt;and backpacking in europe.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to start working and saving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think if i don't write things down..&lt;br /&gt;i prolly won't get down to doing them.&lt;br /&gt;so here's what i absolutely HAVE to get done by end of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1. radio script&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. feature interviews + outline&lt;br /&gt;3. hopefully get started on feature article&lt;br /&gt;4. 30-40 pages of creative journal&lt;br /&gt;5. comm issues&lt;br /&gt;6. pr planning survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;after waiting more than a year... I'M FINALLY GONNA GET THE NGEE ANN JACKET!&lt;br /&gt;yayness. *jumps around excitedly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-3175705448289504611?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/3175705448289504611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=3175705448289504611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3175705448289504611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3175705448289504611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-checked-academic-calendar-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-3103235105489260823</id><published>2007-12-20T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:39:18.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i decided enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;taylor swift's "picture to burn" aptly describes my feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lzci4sWdd54&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lzci4sWdd54&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as i'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only regret i have is that... we couldn't even remain friends. &lt;br /&gt;but then again, on second thought... it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;your ego was more important to you than i was. &lt;br /&gt;self-righteousness isn't bad, but when you let it rule you...&lt;br /&gt;you lose people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fucking blamers" was his shoutout on friendster. &lt;br /&gt;looking at things from his mindset, it was pretty obvious who he's referring to.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, he wanted to hear it straight from me, and so i granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, to think he would turn it around.&lt;br /&gt;i was really hurt and whatnot at first. but hey, i'm healing.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the lovelies around me.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just angry.&lt;br /&gt;and sad. not for myself, but for him.&lt;br /&gt;he'd never be able to get past himself enough to experience the love that mere friends can give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, last post on him already.&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;*solemn look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheereen, you must jiayou too okay!&lt;br /&gt;and ashley, have fun in europe AND DON'T QUARREL ALREADY LAH. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-3103235105489260823?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/3103235105489260823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=3103235105489260823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3103235105489260823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3103235105489260823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-i-decided-enough-is-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5136351100765508232</id><published>2007-12-19T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:12.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photoshoot with jin the beaver today/yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2gNUvBmsPI/AAAAAAAAAyo/5vPymJoDG_s/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2gNUvBmsPI/AAAAAAAAAyo/5vPymJoDG_s/s320/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145377224142532850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally no more ci2 xiang2 face in photos!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the shoot photos will be posted when i get them. :D&lt;br /&gt;today was a good good day cuz jin was super amusing.&lt;br /&gt;and i suspect he's a closet gay cuz he kept trying to shoot sparks at the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;baka. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so need to get started on feature writing and com issues!&lt;br /&gt;*smacks self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-5136351100765508232?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/5136351100765508232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=5136351100765508232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5136351100765508232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5136351100765508232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/photoshoot-with-jin-beaver.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2gNUvBmsPI/AAAAAAAAAyo/5vPymJoDG_s/s72-c/DSC00188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8105976586360466552</id><published>2007-12-17T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:12.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've fallen in love with arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;so darn many hot guys, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2V2MPBmsNI/AAAAAAAAAyY/cvJgZs0h6Fg/s1600-h/cesc_fabregas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2V2MPBmsNI/AAAAAAAAAyY/cvJgZs0h6Fg/s320/cesc_fabregas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144648101904429266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cesc fabregas, number 4.&lt;br /&gt;2 years older, and hot.&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2V2M_BmsOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/i0hU9rt1ZUQ/s1600-h/nicklas_bendtner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2V2M_BmsOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/i0hU9rt1ZUQ/s320/nicklas_bendtner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144648114789331170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicklas bendtner, number 26.&lt;br /&gt;hella hot, and hella young too!&lt;br /&gt;he's only one year older, zomg!&lt;br /&gt;*swoons harder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch more arsenal matches!&lt;br /&gt;okay, am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8105976586360466552?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8105976586360466552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8105976586360466552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8105976586360466552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8105976586360466552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-fallen-in-love-with-arsenal.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2V2MPBmsNI/AAAAAAAAAyY/cvJgZs0h6Fg/s72-c/cesc_fabregas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2921175979141395178</id><published>2007-12-16T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:48:29.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear i'm so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;bought wag the dog dvd online, and the seller's a total bitch!&lt;br /&gt;fucking hell, just cuz she's the seller she's totally unaccomodating.&lt;br /&gt;the first incident took place yesterday, when we were trying to arrange for a meet-up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seller:&lt;/span&gt; "i'll be at holland road tomorrow. before 12pm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;"alright, i'll meet you 12pm at buona vista mrt tomorrow then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seller: &lt;/span&gt;"where do you stay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "tanah merah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seller: &lt;/span&gt;"then you should meet up with me today at 7pm at changi what, isn't it more convenient?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;"i told you i have something on and can't make it, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seller: &lt;/span&gt;"okay, then 12pm at holland tomorrow. take it or leave it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;"holland is near buona vista, right? that's why i told you i'll meet you there. i'm already trying to accomodate you, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the seller fucking ignored me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. and i'm still smsing her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seller:&lt;/span&gt; "i'll be at suntec till 10.30pm. can you meet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "okay! can i meet you at city hall mrt at 9? cuz i have to rush off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seller: &lt;/span&gt;"no. not convenient. i have my babies with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;"oh, alright. then i meet you 9 at suntec entrance? the one with diva nails?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seller:&lt;/span&gt; "why don't i meet you at the carrefour entrance instead? the shuttle bus queue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "no, i'm gonna walk there. and i told you i have to rush off. am already trying to accomodate you, can't you give way too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARRR!&lt;br /&gt;fucker lor.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i need lessons on anger management.&lt;br /&gt;have so much pent-up frustration recently that i've been blowing up at practically everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to hit something, anything.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a run. :)&lt;br /&gt;i realised that... frustration, sadness, and anger are really good motivations to run further and faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2921175979141395178?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/2921175979141395178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=2921175979141395178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2921175979141395178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2921175979141395178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-swear-im-so-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-756666456653617797</id><published>2007-12-16T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHEEREEN M'LOVE. :)&lt;br /&gt;happy legal 18th, and enjoy clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;don't get addicted ah!&lt;br /&gt;*wags finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2QMKvBmsMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/go5GSusqGkA/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2QMKvBmsMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/go5GSusqGkA/s320/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144250052925370562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to club next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;MOS! who's up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a side note.&lt;br /&gt;i felt slightly better after crying a lil today.&lt;br /&gt;thanks sheereen and ah ma for being there. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;am only giving myself one more crying stint before i stop all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R2QMKvBmsMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/go5GSusqGkA/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2366942838324388128</id><published>2007-12-13T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:17:35.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so the great confrontation finally came.&lt;br /&gt;it hurt, yes.&lt;br /&gt;it hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;"it would hurt less if you just stabbed me with a blunt knife."&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps run me over with a cement mixer.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, he managed to turn the conversation around once again.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;and sad.&lt;br /&gt;and angry.&lt;br /&gt;i need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;but the tears don't seem to be coming - they all seem to be stuck at the throat.&lt;br /&gt;i should have known better than to tell him straight.&lt;br /&gt;i should have known that he's not the kind who'd have been able to take such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;if i'd been more discerning, maybe we could still have been friends.&lt;br /&gt;fuck. help me. please.&lt;br /&gt;i was doing well without you, and you had to come and mess my life up.&lt;br /&gt;and now, thanks for leaving me lying in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12:03:09 AM Grumpy Wizard: an aint ever coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12:03:38 AM Grumpy Wizard: sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2366942838324388128?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7708783273989181772</id><published>2007-12-10T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:13.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dinner with the besties was fantabulous!&lt;br /&gt;although christine the cock pangsehed us, we had lotsa fun.&lt;br /&gt;and the ice cream gallery at eastwood has really yummy ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;we had zi char at hong kong street, and headed there to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;definitely not a bad choice, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQe88W57I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_al7PJCSuT4/s1600-h/pre-ns+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQe88W57I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_al7PJCSuT4/s320/pre-ns+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142143735980025778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plates (relatively) scraped clean. :)&lt;br /&gt;the three of us had sam lor hor fun, oat meal prawns, sambal kang kong, fried tofu, prawn sauce chicken, plus two rice for menghow and lina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQfM8W58I/AAAAAAAAAxw/SF4KSSOROWk/s1600-h/pre-ns+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQfM8W58I/AAAAAAAAAxw/SF4KSSOROWk/s320/pre-ns+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142143740274993090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ice-cream! of course, i'm not as gluttony as you think so alright!&lt;br /&gt;the three scoops were shared between lina and me!&lt;br /&gt;damn yummy okay!&lt;br /&gt;strawberry cheesecake, natural yogurt with cashew, and durian.&lt;br /&gt;*smacks lips*&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go have moreeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQfs8W59I/AAAAAAAAAx4/gu2TYNgJ-Tk/s1600-h/pre-ns+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQfs8W59I/AAAAAAAAAx4/gu2TYNgJ-Tk/s320/pre-ns+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142143748864927698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us at ice cream gallery!&lt;br /&gt;the place looks big right! but actually it's damn tiny.&lt;br /&gt;like... damn squeezy with 5 people inside already!&lt;br /&gt;the staff there takes good photos though! (^ evidence!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQf88W5-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/Da4t6a11FyI/s1600-h/pre-ns+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQf88W5-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/Da4t6a11FyI/s320/pre-ns+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142143753159895010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here you go, presenting...&lt;br /&gt;alexis the pseudo biker babe.&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i dont have the seh like lina does.&lt;br /&gt;*WAILS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway it's always great hanging out with menghow and lina!&lt;br /&gt;it's like love to the max i swear.&lt;br /&gt;can forget all troubles and just enjoy ourselves. :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;menghow, take care of yourself in camp.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see you after you get out from the two weeks' confinement. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and although lina prolly won't see this, good luck with your guy. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7708783273989181772?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7708783273989181772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7708783273989181772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7708783273989181772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7708783273989181772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/dinner-with-besties-was-fantabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1yQe88W57I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_al7PJCSuT4/s72-c/pre-ns+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7408455256308143232</id><published>2007-12-08T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T15:25:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q35E1nb8p7/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Q35E1nb8p7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this song rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gave you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To save me from tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once bitten and twice shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep my distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you still catch my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you recognize me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't surprise me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrapped it up and sent it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a note saying "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I know what a fool I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you kissed me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you'd fool me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I was a shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A face, a lover with a fire in her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man under cover but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You tore me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may not be christmas per se, but hey.. it applies.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really should stop all this emo shit.&lt;br /&gt;and i should start the self-control.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to all that self-respect that's TALKED about?&lt;br /&gt;just flew out the window like a lil birdie. &lt;br /&gt;ah well, okay give me till christmas. &lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll stop all this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth it, cuz , afterall... it's just a waste of energy and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i'm going out for dinner with the besties later!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7408455256308143232?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7408455256308143232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7408455256308143232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7408455256308143232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7408455256308143232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-this-song-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7820267886020798618</id><published>2007-12-05T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:52:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the yearning for something that'll bring me away from here.&lt;br /&gt;they think it isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;but i know better, or do i?&lt;br /&gt;was everything just an illusion, something i conjured out from nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the beach, look out at the sea and lose myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;being stepped upon because he knows i can be taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;i faked a smile so he won't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's time to put it down and get some sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not an object to be toyed with.&lt;br /&gt;please understand that someone else's pain is not for gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;credits rolled, curtains closed.&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/28209651-7820267886020798618?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7820267886020798618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7820267886020798618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7820267886020798618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7820267886020798618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/yearning-for-something-thatll-bring-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-181573695210973472</id><published>2007-12-05T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:40:14.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PR down. JOURNEY WEBSITE down.&lt;br /&gt;finally, a breather.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i fell asleep last night thinking about how to edit my navbar to make it nicer.&lt;br /&gt;and i actually dreamt of html codes.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-181573695210973472?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/181573695210973472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=181573695210973472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/181573695210973472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/181573695210973472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/pr-down.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1889151305876763662</id><published>2007-12-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:14.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i know i've been really lazy. not updating and all that.&lt;br /&gt;first things first. I WANNA RANT.&lt;br /&gt;yday when on the way back from bugis with sheereen after studying, we met two really ungentlemanly banglas on the train. (okay, i know you're thinking "ah fuck, they're banglas what. how gentlemanly do you expect them to be")&lt;br /&gt;but anyway that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;there were two empty seats what, so sheereen and i chionged towards it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT, THESE TWO BANGLAS MORE KIASU THAN ME!&lt;br /&gt;and they kinda like stared at me, then plonked down onto the seats.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKERS! roar!&lt;br /&gt;i swear i nearly expired from anger on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;just shouted "fuck! like what the hell!" right into their faces, and of course, in front of everyone else in the carriage.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;those idiots just stared at me and laughed though.&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay next up. on to my relatively boring social life.&lt;br /&gt;pictures say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1QduL-Dc7I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/aoz8gnzcJLg/s1600-R/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1QduL-Dc7I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/28JP9xQJKOM/s320/DSC01065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139765754060829618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1Qdur-Dc8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/wGpdLr_Tnr8/s1600-R/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1Qdur-Dc8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/PhETmrAfsg4/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139765762650764226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time at dbl o. music was... *cough*. but loved the drinks there. shots for $3. baileys for $6. LIKE WHERE CAN YOU GET PRICES LIKE THAT!?&lt;br /&gt;sheereen and i got picked up by the same freaking guy.&lt;br /&gt;so desperate can.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing was he didn't have the guts to come up to us to give us the "can i get to know you" coaster.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;had to ask his friends to come give it to us.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i drank till i nearly got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;SELF-CONTROL PLEASE, ALEXIS.&lt;br /&gt;but the company was great, so it was fantabulously fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;i need to shop for more clubbing clothes. SHEEREEN! SHOPPING SPREE PLEASE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to studies.&lt;br /&gt;had radio console practical test.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully that went rather smoothly, and i got an A+.&lt;br /&gt;love big mama so darn much.&lt;br /&gt;her lovely voice and leniency.&lt;br /&gt;*daydreams about "it's a frosty wednesday morning..."*&lt;br /&gt;:P (ashley!)&lt;br /&gt;and feature assignment 1 is finally gone!&lt;br /&gt;finished my stupid website, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to get down to starting on my creative journal.&lt;br /&gt;it's sucha huge turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been getting enough sleep thanks to jin and his clubbing ideas.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1889151305876763662?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1889151305876763662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1889151305876763662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1889151305876763662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1889151305876763662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-i-know-ive-been-really-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R1QduL-Dc7I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/28JP9xQJKOM/s72-c/DSC01065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8486371157163961238</id><published>2007-11-29T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:14.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R02jiZqoNwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C07qui4Rvv0/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R02jiZqoNwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C07qui4Rvv0/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137942561300166402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;look at my dock.&lt;br /&gt;all the documents i'm working on are taking up about half the entire dock.&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i'm fucking weighed down by all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;assignments. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my already tiny brain cannot take that much havoc and confusion at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;save me from school. save me from you. save me from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the &lt;strike&gt;hols&lt;/strike&gt;party time to come. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8486371157163961238?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8486371157163961238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8486371157163961238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8486371157163961238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8486371157163961238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R02jiZqoNwI/AAAAAAAAAxI/C07qui4Rvv0/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1600201751212249022</id><published>2007-11-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOSed with frances, chewhua, purple, cunping, junxiang, ujin and his friends yday!&lt;br /&gt;it's my favourite club so far (considering the extremely =.= standard of the others i've been to).&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to visit zouk!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5mJqoNrI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sNovytGWmwk/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5mJqoNrI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sNovytGWmwk/s320/DSC01000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136418702608578226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls before purple joined us!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5oJqoNsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eGoCOCmoyXk/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5oJqoNsI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eGoCOCmoyXk/s320/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136418736968316610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morven. HAHA. i bent down so i'd look shorter than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5pJqoNuI/AAAAAAAAAw4/QDlEJr2EGos/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5pJqoNuI/AAAAAAAAAw4/QDlEJr2EGos/s320/DSC01003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136418754148185826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ujin and me! :D i'm almost the same height as him in my 2.5 inch heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kickboxing should have more cca outings to the club.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i reached home at about... 7 am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. it was hell trying to stay awake on the train.&lt;br /&gt;banged my head, hard, against the window twice.&lt;br /&gt;once was so hard that the lady sleeping next to me jerked awake.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;would have burst out laughing if i weren't so shag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5pZqoNvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/EkpJ7QN39Vw/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5pZqoNvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/EkpJ7QN39Vw/s320/DSC01004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136418758443153138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in time to go for dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;my brother, "walao. you so tired still have energy to take photos!?"&lt;br /&gt;ah well, imma girl, what do you expect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i met 2 gross shites at mos yday.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;first, it was some indian guy waylaid me when i was on the way to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;fucker can!&lt;br /&gt;grabbed my hand and twirled HIMSELF around, managed to end up hugging me..&lt;br /&gt;and BIT MY FUCKING SHOULDER.&lt;br /&gt;$%#$@^!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was so damn stunned i couldn't even retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;clever girl you are, alexis.&lt;br /&gt;then.... the second time..&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T EVEN WANNA TALK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs despondently*&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, remind me never to wear heels to club if i'm gonna stay out for about 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;it was hell on my feet please.&lt;br /&gt;they nearly rotten off after the first 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least the clubbing made me forget, for that moment in time, the situation i desperately want to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1600201751212249022?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1600201751212249022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1600201751212249022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1600201751212249022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1600201751212249022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/mosed-with-frances-chewhua-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/R0g5mJqoNrI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sNovytGWmwk/s72-c/DSC01000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-4082742826164209984</id><published>2007-11-21T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:40:47.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is tough.&lt;br /&gt;so damn difficult to maintain a cheerful facade when it feels like i'm breaking into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;illusion has never changed into something real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;illusion has never changed into something real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;illusion has never changed into something real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-4082742826164209984?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/4082742826164209984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=4082742826164209984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4082742826164209984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4082742826164209984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-829303628041663901</id><published>2007-11-18T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:15.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so i'm finally blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;met up with my favourite guys last wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rz_K3ZqoNqI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Fv5kNmmZmJA/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rz_K3ZqoNqI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Fv5kNmmZmJA/s320/DSC00977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134045153356953250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing, from top row, clockwise direction: guorong, joel, zhihao, me, dangshi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rz_K1ZqoNoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/J5G_CYscKx0/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rz_K1ZqoNoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/J5G_CYscKx0/s320/DSC00974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134045118997214850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think dangshi looks soooo much like his handphone chain? WAHAHA. i couldn't resist taking a photo of both of them together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rz_K15qoNpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/TctC6ImRDVI/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rz_K15qoNpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/TctC6ImRDVI/s320/DSC00976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134045127587149458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this, is zhihao my "hubby". but he's divorced me. *sniffles*&lt;br /&gt;he's damn damn cute i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to play counterstrike before heading to tamp to watch stardust! :D&lt;br /&gt;aiyaaa... i think that movie was of average standard, actually.&lt;br /&gt;don't know what all that big hooha was about.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, *shrugs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday then saw ujin, morven and me going to watch MUAY THAI CHAIYA.&lt;br /&gt;finally, after longing to watch it a gazillion years ago.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness we caught it before it ends on 20/21 nov.&lt;br /&gt;it was fab. more fab than stardust. :D&lt;br /&gt;the twists and turns in the plot made it a fantastic movie.&lt;br /&gt;and after the movie, because we were so damn bored, we followed morven to his friend's birthday party at boat quay to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there was this fucked up thing about the pay for the motorshow which kinda screwed up my week.&lt;br /&gt;it was my secondary school chinese teacher who asked me to go help out at her husband's booth, and so... well, i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;fyi, they are a new company and... "we are taking a risk investing $20k in this show. so you guys have to make $200/hour/person for us so we can draw even, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;fuck sia. getting paid $10/hour and she expects us to make $200/hour.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;okay, well...&lt;br /&gt;so as expected, we didn't make the required amount.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to cut our pay down to $7.40/hour.&lt;br /&gt;like wtf, right?&lt;br /&gt;so i told her that. and okay, so she finally raised the pay to $8/hour.&lt;br /&gt;but still, wtf, right?&lt;br /&gt;how can just because her company made a loss then she want to cut our pay.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to earn $280 from that show, in the end cut until $220. :S&lt;br /&gt;would have frigging pursued the matter, but my dad persuaded me not to cuz... "she's your teacher afterall."&lt;br /&gt;still, don't you think it's so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;just because she was in a position of authority, and i trusted and respected her...&lt;br /&gt;she could turn around and go back on her words, and i should do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;then just yesterday, i smsed her to ask if she could just give lina (who worked for one session only), the full $10/hour, because she needed the money to service her bike and all that.&lt;br /&gt;and her reply was "we all have our expenses, and you've all accepted the rate i proposed, so..."&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING CB CAN.&lt;br /&gt;im regretting oh-so-badly agreeing to $8/hour.&lt;br /&gt;the little seed of going to MOM to lodge a complaint has planted itself in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i kept all her smses, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being caught in such dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;like... you don't wanna see their business go bust, and yet her attitude just pisses you off so badly.&lt;br /&gt;she's wrong in both her principles and her morals. ought to be talking to us nicely and asking for our indulgence and yet she's arguing indefensibly.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;suggestions, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-829303628041663901?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/829303628041663901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=829303628041663901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/829303628041663901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/829303628041663901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-so-im-finally-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rz_K3ZqoNqI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Fv5kNmmZmJA/s72-c/DSC00977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7641135970393850742</id><published>2007-11-12T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i've put off updating the blog for long enough.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty eventful weekend i had!&lt;br /&gt;finally finally turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;well wishes and the people who celebrated with me made it a fantabulous day.&lt;br /&gt;lunch with family, dinner with sheereen and pegpeg, and clubbing after with joyce, bernice, zhenghao, and his friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;neway, pictures speak a thousand words ah (*cough* i'm just lazy to type lah, okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZbmDqpMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xjlintV-kGE/s1600-h/18thbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZbmDqpMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xjlintV-kGE/s320/18thbday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132231580972655810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, worked at Super Import Nights, the motorshow held at expo.&lt;br /&gt;was a promoter for Lucenz Autocare.&lt;br /&gt;the import models/racequeens were fugging hot (the slutty kind though).&lt;br /&gt;take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZcGDqpNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sLipbq24XjY/s1600-h/DSC00927%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZcGDqpNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sLipbq24XjY/s320/DSC00927%231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132231589562590418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, unlike the spore hot babes, they were pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;and why do i say singapore hotties arent nice?&lt;br /&gt;pray, look around you. the number of hot AND nice babes in singapore can be counted with two hands, yo!&lt;br /&gt;aight. more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZcmDqpOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wqBsG29283s/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZcmDqpOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wqBsG29283s/s320/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132231598152525026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in an extremely shiny mazda rx8, i think.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA LEARN TO DRIVE. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZc2DqpPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/VyodOhse_vQ/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZc2DqpPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/VyodOhse_vQ/s320/DSC00955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132231602447492338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this jaguar costs 2.2 million. wtf, right?&lt;br /&gt;and the owner doesn't even use it, just keeps it in his garage.&lt;br /&gt;o.O people like him have WAAAAYYY too much money to spare.&lt;br /&gt;donate some to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZdWDqpQI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gzpqIaUlc40/s1600-h/PB115948-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZdWDqpQI/AAAAAAAAAvo/gzpqIaUlc40/s320/PB115948-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132231611037426946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by this guy whom the motorshow security think is a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least he makes me look relatively pleasant in photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days have been really tiring!&lt;br /&gt;was so sleepy, i nearly k.oed during training yday.&lt;br /&gt;take a look at the new bruises i got!&lt;br /&gt;damn ugly lah. :(&lt;br /&gt;look like i got scalded or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzqHl-AqJZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/r9jTrrLj_-c/s1600-h/Photo+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzqHl-AqJZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/r9jTrrLj_-c/s320/Photo+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132563811712771474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7641135970393850742?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7641135970393850742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7641135970393850742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7641135970393850742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7641135970393850742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-ive-put-off-updating-blog-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RzlZbmDqpMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xjlintV-kGE/s72-c/18thbday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1777417651393682835</id><published>2007-11-05T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:08:35.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as the cliché goes, "when the going gets tough, the tough gets going".&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;fighters don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;no, the towel can be put away.&lt;br /&gt;regardless of how bad the ending is, it's still a lesson to be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;and alexis loo quan rung can't be gotten rid of so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school has been a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;the truckload of projects that has been dumped on us left me in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;have noooo idea how to start on the webd creative journal and the website we're supposed to set up.&lt;br /&gt;can't catch up at all.&lt;br /&gt;i know i said it before, but i'm saying it again because the feeling hits me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;i love sanda/kickboxing.&lt;br /&gt;i love training.&lt;br /&gt;i love the aches and pains because it shows that i'm training hard, and improving.&lt;br /&gt;it's the only release i get in the whole mundane and stressful school life.&lt;br /&gt;and the only place in school now, where i can be who i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i want another tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;fucking addictive can.&lt;br /&gt;if only i can get a big one on my back.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the big one can be left till later, when i turn 21 and parents have no more say.&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1777417651393682835?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1777417651393682835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1777417651393682835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1777417651393682835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1777417651393682835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-clich-goes-when-going-gets-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-9090833567192720505</id><published>2007-11-04T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a pretty uninteresting weekend.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy keeping my left profile away from my parents...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i spent the whole of yesterday watching heroes episode 1-6 (thanks jessinta, for the vids!) .&lt;br /&gt;and ZOMG. IT IS FANTABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;everyone must watch it.&lt;br /&gt;and i absolutely love hayden panettiere.&lt;br /&gt;isn't she gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Ry1w9Ic4UAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Gpe3vZ_1O8g/s1600-h/hayden-panettiere-heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Ry1w9Ic4UAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Gpe3vZ_1O8g/s320/hayden-panettiere-heroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128879746187808770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still canNOT believe she's born in 1989 too.&lt;br /&gt;the fairies in charge of giving out genetics are so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a little side note, WEEK 5 IS COMING SOON!&lt;br /&gt;oh my mama.&lt;br /&gt;save us poor mass commers from hell please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-9090833567192720505?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/9090833567192720505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=9090833567192720505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/9090833567192720505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/9090833567192720505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-has-been-pretty-uninteresting.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Ry1w9Ic4UAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Gpe3vZ_1O8g/s72-c/hayden-panettiere-heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-3593829504040441307</id><published>2007-11-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:17.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and.. i got my second tattoo today!&lt;br /&gt;my tattoo artist was daaaammmnnn HOT i swear.&lt;br /&gt;he's a eurasian.&lt;br /&gt;and he's named JEAN PAUL.&lt;br /&gt;like how cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RytDT4c4T-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/pu9iKNjJOTI/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RytDT4c4T-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/pu9iKNjJOTI/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128266609541533666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while he was getting the... tools ready. i swear i was about to expire from nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;i asked him if tattooing the neck was really painful... and he said "YES. no point lying to you ah..."&lt;br /&gt;scared me half to death. but in the end, it wasn't as pain as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;and i grew to like the pain after a lil while.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. now i know why tattooing is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my parents dont find out though.&lt;br /&gt;they'll prolly disown me, considering their threat when they found out about my extremely ugly scorpio tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;okay. so here's the final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RytDUYc4T_I/AAAAAAAAAu4/zemcGwsC0Rc/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RytDUYc4T_I/AAAAAAAAAu4/zemcGwsC0Rc/s320/DSC00908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128266618131468274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it okay! :D damn ncie.&lt;br /&gt;*bimbotic scream*&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okay end of post. i have to go apply cream to the tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-3593829504040441307?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/3593829504040441307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=3593829504040441307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3593829504040441307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3593829504040441307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/and.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RytDT4c4T-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/pu9iKNjJOTI/s72-c/DSC00904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8381932651227336908</id><published>2007-11-02T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:24:26.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear, bitches will remain bitches, regardless of how you think they may change.&lt;br /&gt;they deserve to be bitch-slapped for their bitchiness.&lt;br /&gt;then again, wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;bitch-slapping people is too feminine an act for me, and it won't work as well as giving them a good whopping.&lt;br /&gt;so what if she's a fucking self-proclaimed "cool kid"?&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't give her the right to render others to tears (no, i'm not talking about me).&lt;br /&gt;yes, groupings always give people reason to emo.&lt;br /&gt;but seeing that girl cry gave me a huge scare. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;and it made me feel like going up to that bitch and giving her a good lesson. through fists, of course.&lt;br /&gt;it'd be pretty good training for me to have a live punching bag too.&lt;br /&gt;maybe then, i won't hesitate hitting my opponent nemore. :)&lt;br /&gt;i hope karma comes around and makes that bitch fat, ugly (wait, she already is), uncool, unloved, and all the bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to graduate and be rid of all this crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8381932651227336908?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8381932651227336908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8381932651227336908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8381932651227336908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8381932651227336908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-swear-bitches-will-remain-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-9017927642564722565</id><published>2007-10-31T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:05:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've kinda been... too lazy to blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's week 3 and almost all of us are drained already.&lt;br /&gt;fuck man. what kinda semester is this turning out to be?&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't adjusted to school life.&lt;br /&gt;and the timetable sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike how i end at 6 on tues and thurs.&lt;br /&gt;:( miss sleeping in the clubhouse with An. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i read the papers the other day on how section 377a of the penal code will not be changed.&lt;br /&gt;but.. that's not the main point.&lt;br /&gt;the main point is how childish singaporeans become while trying to put forth their views.&lt;br /&gt;the article talked about how singaporeans get so uncouth and uncivilised while debating the subject.&lt;br /&gt;really, i am immensely ashamed my singaporeans' lack of control, and narrow-mindedness.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of narrow-mindedness, it brings me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with changing section 377a?&lt;br /&gt;it is so discriminatory.&lt;br /&gt;isn't singapore trying to get rid of discrimination? wait, okay.. not get rid of it, but at least lessen it.&lt;br /&gt;even though the government said that they won't enforce this law actively, it is still a niggling presence, however (not-so)subtle.&lt;br /&gt;Today newspaper claims that if section 377a was changed, religious groups, homophobics and whatnot will start questioning their importance in soiciety.&lt;br /&gt;but it's time those groups came to their senses.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, seriously what IS wrong with gays and lesbians?&lt;br /&gt;don't give me that moralistic and religious crap - that is just something given by narrow-minded idiots who care only for themselves, and their "dream society".&lt;br /&gt;they are merely hiding behind those excuses so as to cover up the real reasons - that they cannot accept the thought of gays having sex, sticking their equipment into each others' anuses.&lt;br /&gt;but... HELLO? what IS wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;even men and women have anal sex between them, so give me a reason why gays can't do the same.&lt;br /&gt;homos are just like us, with the exception of their sexual orientation... and THAT can't really be helped.&lt;br /&gt;they deserve respect. just like any one of us.&lt;br /&gt;and just as how we want to show the world who we TRULY are, these gays want to too. so why can't we give them a chance?&lt;br /&gt;it's already the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;those people have to learn to open up in order for singapore to progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-9017927642564722565?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/9017927642564722565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>modelled for travelpac product launch yday!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. shall post the pics up when i get them from linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was deadbeat by the time i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;still, i was soooo addicted to this game mel introduced to me!&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Go Round on miniclip.com.&lt;br /&gt;played it from 2am to 4plus last night even though my eyes were _ this close to drooping shut.&lt;br /&gt;but it's great cuz i passed the tests and became the whatever chef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body clock still isn't used to school.&lt;br /&gt;i've been oversleeping like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;and have been falling asleep every chance i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6946087243793897892?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2512999959497161993</id><published>2007-10-26T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:19:52.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"colourify" - just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;i think my class prolly thinks imma moron or something.&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, however...&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter all that much, considering i don't really have any friends in the class.&lt;br /&gt;so... aiya, moron then moron lah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also prolly a loner + bad-tempered bitch in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, they don't even know me, so who gives them the right to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;i just read mel's blog, and maaaannn.. is she right about the grouping scenario.&lt;br /&gt;"I REALLY DON'T WANNA WORK WITH ____ BECAUSE SHE'S....."&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1991809298498238351</id><published>2007-10-23T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:03:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's only the second week of school, and i already feel buried under the avalanche of work.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'm pretty sure i'm not the only one who feels this way.&lt;br /&gt;then, with the many thoughts-magnified-into-problems running through my head, i make a pretty good insomniac.&lt;br /&gt;and you know how it is... when, even though you have tonnes of people around you, you just feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;like, there are some things that you don't trust enough to share with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesdays and thursdays are my favourite days cuz i get to see kickbox people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me, for i think being sick always gets me more emo and sentimental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1991809298498238351?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1991809298498238351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1991809298498238351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1991809298498238351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1991809298498238351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-only-second-week-of-school-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6009588084860291185</id><published>2007-10-22T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:33:36.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;br /&gt;i think im on the verge of getting well.&lt;br /&gt;other than the occasional blocked/runny nose and nausea, i'm perfectly fine already.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the thought of 7 hours worth of lectures tomorrow is making me feel sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i can't wait for thursday!&lt;br /&gt;dinner date with stephen after our trainings. :D&lt;br /&gt;it has been ages since we met up.&lt;br /&gt;sheereen, wanna join us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;i think i gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;have been doing nothing but eat and sleep the entire weekend. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6009588084860291185?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6009588084860291185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6009588084860291185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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today, and the reporting time, 6.20am, was UNGODLY.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the clubhouse is a terrible terrible place to sleep in at night.&lt;br /&gt;there were those really gigantic ants, plus tonnes of mosquitoes and dust around.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;we ended up being bitten really badly, with joyce shrieking through the first half of the night (cuz that horrible woman was scared of the ants).&lt;br /&gt;really, what an irony.&lt;br /&gt;joyce, the brave, macho looking girl, actually being terrified by ANTS.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, did i mention that i was already feeling sore throaty yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;ended up with a slight fever, horrible sore throat, cough and runny nose today.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i swear my nose is about to drop off. it's feeling hella raw from all the sneezing and blowing!&lt;br /&gt;can't even bend my head down cuz the mucus will flow out.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be fine and dandy by monday.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5034430855373805390</id><published>2007-10-17T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T07:47:40.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;i reached school at 7.20am when radio tutorial is due to start at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;overslept and had to cab to school.&lt;br /&gt;guess it's a huge THANK YOU to the cab driver for dropping me off at the bleak bleak school so... fast.&lt;br /&gt;TO MY IMMENSE SURPRISE, CAB FARE WAS ONLY $17.60! O.O&lt;br /&gt;expected it to reach like.. $20+.&lt;br /&gt;and really, 4 hours of sleep with intense exercise the night before does not make a conducive body for studying.&lt;br /&gt;although, of course, i'm sure most of you already know that.&lt;br /&gt;still, it's only now that i'm realising it with a vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;was soooo tempted to just snuggle back under the covers to rest the aching muscles and skip radio.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, endurance is key.&lt;br /&gt;*gives grim look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the FIRST DAY of the start of mass comm life year 2.2.&lt;br /&gt;had the first few days of lectures and it really wasn't all THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;although halfway through feature writing saw ashley, sheereen and i playing HANGMAN.&lt;br /&gt;been ages since i played that! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and ashley is sucha bimbo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*figures she'd prolly go "WHERE GOT" in an act cute voice when she sees this* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random entry.&lt;br /&gt;it's 7.50 now.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. 3 hours and 10 more minutes before i can go to clubhouse and sleep my lazy ass off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-5034430855373805390?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/5034430855373805390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=5034430855373805390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5034430855373805390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5034430855373805390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1541907653130670702</id><published>2007-10-15T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:12:44.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;and i decided not to go for the modelling thing this week afterall.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;i realised that it prolly isn't very wise to skip trainings this week for the event when there's a friendly match coming up this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;what a waste though, cuz apparently this event is some sorta opening for a series of 10 "models in fashion" thingy, and magazines will be covering it. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and now, on to the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, waking up at 5plus in the morning was torture in its extreme form.&lt;br /&gt;the alarm rang at... 5.30am and startled me out of a wonderful, deep, dream-induced sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but BUT.&lt;br /&gt;my i&amp;amp;e community class was fun!&lt;br /&gt;there were hell lotsa interesting personalities.&lt;br /&gt;an ex-gangster who got sent to boys' home before, a kinky guy, an extremely girly girl who's really actually quite nice, and tonnes others.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;but the teacher was.... *lifts an eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;apparently, to him, doing stupid acts kinda counts for crazy acts.&lt;br /&gt;and he likes... CRAZY people.&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i have no idea why i see so many weird people on public transport.&lt;br /&gt;because i now have this really weird problem of being unable to fall back to sleep once i wake, i was observing people on the train to school just now.&lt;br /&gt;there was this really horny fucker with his girlfriend.. who were sitting opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;KNS. the guy kept looking for chances to "accidentally" skim his fingers across the girl's boobs, touch her hair, touch her butt, etc.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i got so disgusted watching all his pawing.&lt;br /&gt;the girl even wriggled away from his roaming hands. BUT STUPID HORNY DEPRIVED ASSHOLE DIDN'T GET THE HINT.&lt;br /&gt;it's cuz of guys like that that result in girls turning les.&lt;br /&gt;i was tempted to turn les myself, watching the mucus sniffing, big-ear idiot touching the girl.&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;and and! there was also this extremely COOL indian (or something) man.&lt;br /&gt;he had a beard/goatee really long... and stiff.&lt;br /&gt;based on xiaxue's &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2004/04/hello-everybody-its-very-important-day.html"&gt;penis measuring method&lt;/a&gt;, his beard was prolly about 5 fingers long.&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;i had to control myself so as not to go up to him and give his beard a yank.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. on the way home, though. there was this super irritating old woman.&lt;br /&gt;from what i gathered, she's taiwanese.&lt;br /&gt;well, the gist of the entire encounter is that.. she was FCUKING talkative.&lt;br /&gt;i was on bus 43 from serangoon north/yio chu kang area..&lt;br /&gt;and i was unlucky enough to choose a seat behind her.&lt;br /&gt;then, for some weird reason, this woman started talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i don't look very friendly, from what pegs told me.&lt;br /&gt;so why the hell did she choose me to talk to!?&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;she went on and on about her son's messy house, about these PAUS she bought which tasted horrible (and she was nice enough to ask me if i would help her eat the extra 2 paus. what do i look like, some rubbish bin? *smoke comes out from ears*), complained about how some people won't make conversation with her on buses, and loads more.&lt;br /&gt;to say the truth, i didn't know what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;had one of my earphones plugged into one ear, plus i tuned out halfway.&lt;br /&gt;THE WORST THING WAS, it would have been great if she would just let me smile and nod. no, she had to have some form of response from me.&lt;br /&gt;was fugging annoyed, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;so, when she turned back to take a sip of water...&lt;br /&gt;i took the chance to feign sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and the bloody woman didn't get the hint you know!&lt;br /&gt;she went all "WAH. hen pi juan, yao shui jiao ah?"&lt;br /&gt;on my part, i ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;then she asked my sleeping self to exchange seats with this woman sitting next to me so she could talk to me easily.&lt;br /&gt;got ignored again.&lt;br /&gt;finally, she gave up.&lt;br /&gt;but she still kept turning around to check on me, trying to catch me awake.&lt;br /&gt;WALAO KNS. I NEARLY DIED FROM HAVING TO FEIGH SLEEP FOR 30MIN! :/&lt;br /&gt;wasted my time, when i could have spent it reading.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i know she's prolly some lonely old woman lah.&lt;br /&gt;but hello, she should be abit more considerate right!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even look frigging interested and she didn't get the hint.&lt;br /&gt;is she dense or DENSER.&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes and eyeballs drop out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, save me from weirdos on public transport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1541907653130670702?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1541907653130670702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1541907653130670702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1541907653130670702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1541907653130670702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8663520700206820758</id><published>2007-10-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:17.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;school starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm SO SO SO not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;plus i can't go for training the whole of next week.&lt;br /&gt;have a modelling stint at martini firm, fashion bar on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; night.&lt;br /&gt;and tuesday's the fitting. wednesday final rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. i'm so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;because apparently it's a bartop runway.&lt;br /&gt;being the klutz i am, i'm seriously hoping i won't slip and fall off the bartop.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, DO YOU GUYS WANNA GO?&lt;br /&gt;support me eh. please please. HAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;just... please don't laugh if i happen to slide off the bartop. k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RxIVuGD41hI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uLqHliHFhWE/s1600-h/thestreethouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RxIVuGD41hI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uLqHliHFhWE/s320/thestreethouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121179607918761490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entire event starts at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm guessing the runway thing will end by 11plus? so there's still time to catch the last train/bus! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i'm in love with wilbur the pig from charlottes web the movie.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO DAMN CUTE CAN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off to dye my hair black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8663520700206820758?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8663520700206820758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8663520700206820758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8663520700206820758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8663520700206820758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RxIVuGD41hI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uLqHliHFhWE/s72-c/thestreethouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7240845857202202976</id><published>2007-10-12T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:18.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST CAME BACK FROM TOWN WITH LINA!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;she biked there, with me riding pillion.&lt;br /&gt;it was hella fun, and i'm still high from the ride.&lt;br /&gt;lina called me suaku cuz it's the first time i rode a bike in my entire 17 years, 11 months and 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;and i was giggling the first.. 10 min of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAD TO TELL ME A GAZILLION TIMES TO SHUT UP, SO SHE COULD FOCUS. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T3mD41YI/AAAAAAAAAtg/cVaUZbIG8xM/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T3mD41YI/AAAAAAAAAtg/cVaUZbIG8xM/s320/DSC00808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120403515918308738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, i know i look like a big-headed twit. but i couldn't resist taking a photo with the helmet on my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T4GD41ZI/AAAAAAAAAto/ZGQJaAScfDg/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T4GD41ZI/AAAAAAAAAto/ZGQJaAScfDg/s320/DSC00806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120403524508243346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know i don't look like a biker. but lotsa ppl were staring at us carrying helmets around! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh. we got caught in the rain on the way back to pasir ris though.&lt;br /&gt;and maaannnn.... getting pelted by raindrops while travelling at a speed of 90km/h is NO JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;it was hella pain!&lt;br /&gt;i had to resist rubbing my chest to ease the pain, in case i fell off the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T4WD41aI/AAAAAAAAAtw/o7AheeJqo8M/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T4WD41aI/AAAAAAAAAtw/o7AheeJqo8M/s320/DSC00799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120403528803210658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our pathetic faces. i know lina looks like she's having a spasm, and i look like a deformed gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we got slightly happier while waiting for our chee cheong fun to arrive at the xin wang hong kong cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T42D41bI/AAAAAAAAAt4/AyV_dnvtE8k/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T42D41bI/AAAAAAAAAt4/AyV_dnvtE8k/s320/DSC00803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120403537393145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, anyway, sheereen and pegs stayed over at my house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but after sheereen's work and kickboxing training for pegs and me, we couldn't stay awake past 3plus am.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is... WE FELL ASLEEP WITHOUT BATHING.&lt;br /&gt;*shudders in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9WsmD41cI/AAAAAAAAAuA/QSz4ubH0I7o/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9WsmD41cI/AAAAAAAAAuA/QSz4ubH0I7o/s320/DSC00789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120406625474631106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't you think my room closely resembles salvation army?&lt;br /&gt;DIDNT REALISE IT WAS SO EFFING CLUTTERED.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9Ws2D41dI/AAAAAAAAAuI/w5yGIFU9uUg/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9Ws2D41dI/AAAAAAAAAuI/w5yGIFU9uUg/s320/DSC00790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120406629769598418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sheereen freaked out when we threw a rubber spider at her.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. couldn't stop laughing, which resulted in... this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9X_GD41gI/AAAAAAAAAug/JOAHQ0nZs2Y/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9X_GD41gI/AAAAAAAAAug/JOAHQ0nZs2Y/s320/DSC00793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120408042813838850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there's a crazier looking picture. but it made me look fatter than i already am.&lt;br /&gt;so.... :/&lt;br /&gt;MY EYES CAN COMPETE WITH UJIN'S IN THIS PHOTO MAN.&lt;br /&gt;yday night was fab.&lt;br /&gt;but we should have done it when we weren't all so dead beat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GET A BIKING LICENSE. :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7240845857202202976?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7240845857202202976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7240845857202202976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7240845857202202976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7240845857202202976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-came-back-from-town-with-lina-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw9T3mD41YI/AAAAAAAAAtg/cVaUZbIG8xM/s72-c/DSC00808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7257241556355147343</id><published>2007-10-10T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:21.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*edited* *edited again at 1.58am, 10 oct*&lt;br /&gt;and so it was the hairshow yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;it was... fun.&lt;br /&gt;except my face was so so so tired at the end of the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;had to strut our stuff (in this case, our hair), SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;let the people take photos of us, SMILE WIDER.&lt;br /&gt;take photos as remembrance, smile REAL smiles.&lt;br /&gt;*massages facial muscles*&lt;br /&gt;while letting the people take photos of us, my face was TREMBLING.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pictures from the hair show! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwzt42D41PI/AAAAAAAAAsY/m4TZGuRk-Zg/s1600-h/montage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwzt42D41PI/AAAAAAAAAsY/m4TZGuRk-Zg/s320/montage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119728437253690610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwzt5GD41QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/HZrEih8ndR4/s1600-h/ME+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwzt5GD41QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/HZrEih8ndR4/s320/ME+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119728441548657922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met this indo-chinese girl at the hairshow.&lt;br /&gt;apparently she's some model/singer/dancer in her country last time!&lt;br /&gt;damn pretty. 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't manage to take a pic with her. :(&lt;br /&gt;we decided, though... that we'll give ourselves 3 months to lose weight and apply for more modelling jobs!&lt;br /&gt;and so i started my WEIGHT LOSS PROGRAMME today.&lt;br /&gt;did exercises once i woke up and zomg!&lt;br /&gt;my arms, thighs, butt and stomach muscles are aching like goodness knows what now.&lt;br /&gt;gotta do another 200 for each area again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;*feels like giving up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in... 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;im SO dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*start edit*&lt;br /&gt;okay, got pictures from the hairshow from the other models!&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0STmD41RI/AAAAAAAAAso/lZqMjBaodRs/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0STmD41RI/AAAAAAAAAso/lZqMjBaodRs/s320/DSC00253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119768479233791250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was waiting for my turn to get the hair done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0ST2D41SI/AAAAAAAAAsw/dqow47wHDU4/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0ST2D41SI/AAAAAAAAAsw/dqow47wHDU4/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119768483528758562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girl on the extreme left is KIM. hahaa! she's damn cute and funny. "muthu curry."&lt;br /&gt;and the one on the right is JASMINE. uber cool girl. :D she's in love with the hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0SUmD41TI/AAAAAAAAAs4/hOIvlv6IZxk/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0SUmD41TI/AAAAAAAAAs4/hOIvlv6IZxk/s320/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119768496413660466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when getting ready to get my hair done in front of the audience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0SVWD41VI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TbzVw4x4mJg/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0SVWD41VI/AAAAAAAAAtI/TbzVw4x4mJg/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119768509298562386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;styling in progress. i LOVE how my hair looks in this picture. when i still have my damn fringe.&lt;br /&gt;and now, no matter what i do, i can't get the hair to look as shiny.&lt;br /&gt;must be the gloss serum they used before blowing dry the hair.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0UJGD41WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1UjjHN02A2o/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0UJGD41WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1UjjHN02A2o/s320/DSC00311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119770497868420450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;exchanging contact numbers while waiting to go on stage!&lt;br /&gt;and lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0UJ2D41XI/AAAAAAAAAtY/14MpnE_vol4/s1600-h/collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rw0UJ2D41XI/AAAAAAAAAtY/14MpnE_vol4/s320/collage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119770510753322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the models for the day! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7257241556355147343?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7257241556355147343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7257241556355147343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7257241556355147343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7257241556355147343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-it-was-hairshow-yesterday-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwzt42D41PI/AAAAAAAAAsY/m4TZGuRk-Zg/s72-c/montage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-4140170240920053509</id><published>2007-10-08T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:07:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am SOOOO sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 5am last night.&lt;br /&gt;no, actually i fell asleep about 11.30pm cuz i was deadbeat after hanging out with pegs.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, going out with her is really draining.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. she has this certain profound effect on me - will get me all high and drained of all energy.&lt;br /&gt;yes, so i slept early,  till 1.40am when An called.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly slaughtered him man!&lt;br /&gt;after his call i was so awake and hyper that 2 hours of tossing and turning didn't help me get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;gave up and went downstairs to get a glass of milk to drink.&lt;br /&gt;I TELL YOU THOSE HEALTH MAGAZINE AND WHATNOT ARE LIARS.&lt;br /&gt;they claim that drinking a glass of milk will help us sleep, but that was so not the case last night.&lt;br /&gt;went online and chatted with joshua and ang yuqian until joshua the meanie left me at 4am to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;*sniffles*&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, shall give him some credit.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i started feeling sleepy after he abandoned me, and went to bed at 5am, when i really really had nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i woke at an ungodly hour of 8.45am this morning to go to An's house and accompany him to NUH.&lt;br /&gt;it's my 2nd time going to a hospital and thankfully there wasn't any.... spooky aura. *cough*hana kimi*cough*&lt;br /&gt;An is sucha spoilt brat, really!&lt;br /&gt;used his wound as an excuse to make me help him carry stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, thank goodness i reached home about 5pm to rest... and watch parent's trap again.&lt;br /&gt;it was lovely watching a young and fresh lindsay lohan act.&lt;br /&gt;of course, that's not to say i don't like her now. i still do!&lt;br /&gt;just that i think it's quite a pity that she's wasting her youth on drugs and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! i'm off to train.&lt;br /&gt;and the HAIR SHOW IS TMR!&lt;br /&gt;finally no more golden hair, "bimbotic ah lian auntie" (as said by pegs) look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: don't do crunches/situps when you're having your menses. you end up with a really horrible cramp.&lt;br /&gt;*wince*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-4140170240920053509?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/4140170240920053509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=4140170240920053509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4140170240920053509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4140170240920053509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-soooo-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1532249323668543657</id><published>2007-10-07T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a day fabulously spent with the bffs - lovelies menghow, lina and christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH, LINA BABY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know we love you loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhfa2D404I/AAAAAAAAApg/jVYLp_QMi-E/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhfa2D404I/AAAAAAAAApg/jVYLp_QMi-E/s320/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118445891299627906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bday girl was near tears upon receiving our present.&lt;br /&gt;really, my presents have never had such a profound effect on anyone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhfbWD405I/AAAAAAAAApo/lQEXJNmhsfo/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhfbWD405I/AAAAAAAAApo/lQEXJNmhsfo/s320/DSC00712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118445899889562514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;future PAP member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's our food!&lt;br /&gt;we ate at spageddies at marina square.&lt;br /&gt;the food was quite good, but the service deserved a huuugggeee THUMBS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;two ah beng waiters, one maid-ish waitress who couldn't speak english, one manager who looked as if he was gonna set off a bomb any moment... and only one really sweet malay girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhgkWD406I/AAAAAAAAApw/35hsZ0DxG_s/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhgkWD406I/AAAAAAAAApw/35hsZ0DxG_s/s320/DSC00678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118447154020012962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my share of the escargots. YUMMILICIOUS, really.&lt;br /&gt;although christine was going on and on about crushed snails and attempting to take away my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhgkmD407I/AAAAAAAAAp4/i-Q6LjXDK0I/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhgkmD407I/AAAAAAAAAp4/i-Q6LjXDK0I/s320/DSC00679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118447158314980274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;half eaten pumpkin soup. OMG IT'S DAMN NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhgk2D408I/AAAAAAAAAqA/4a2gyW9Knog/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhgk2D408I/AAAAAAAAAqA/4a2gyW9Knog/s320/DSC00680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118447162609947586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;menghow with his lobster + chicken combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhglGD409I/AAAAAAAAAqI/9a1PBJXJbmo/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhglGD409I/AAAAAAAAAqI/9a1PBJXJbmo/s320/DSC00681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118447166904914898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mh with MY lasagna. really, he's the best person to go eat with.&lt;br /&gt;if you can't finish your food, he'll be all too happy to help you with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhglWD40-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tmUjW5F0ExE/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhglWD40-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tmUjW5F0ExE/s320/DSC00682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118447171199882210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chris bebe with her baked rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh3GD40_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/GBMy1fBuwyc/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh3GD40_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/GBMy1fBuwyc/s320/DSC00683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118448575654188018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lina with her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we had our meal and talked loud enough to scare away several customers...&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and not forgetting lina's hyena-like laughter. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;we headed to SECRET RECIPE for... dessert and to engage in some unseemly behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;oh my, the things i do for them. eat and gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;i think i prolly put on 3 kg yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh3WD41AI/AAAAAAAAAqg/GUVVoLY-vzQ/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh3WD41AI/AAAAAAAAAqg/GUVVoLY-vzQ/s320/DSC00685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118448579949155330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;introducing, CHRISTINE. she bought her top without knowing that it had "paris hilton" written on it, until the m'sia customs officer asked her if she liked paris hilton. *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh3mD41BI/AAAAAAAAAqo/51ElmJQF5TM/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh3mD41BI/AAAAAAAAAqo/51ElmJQF5TM/s320/DSC00688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118448584244122642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some lesbian action (which i think is waaayyy hotter than the next photo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh32D41CI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_c5zVsFD-nc/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh32D41CI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_c5zVsFD-nc/s320/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118448588539089954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh4GD41DI/AAAAAAAAAq4/AYVGdWZ147g/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhh4GD41DI/AAAAAAAAAq4/AYVGdWZ147g/s320/DSC00697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118448592834057266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we then asked the secret recipe staff to help us take a group photo. he has really lousy photographic skills. i had to crop off about HALF the entire picture cuz his focus was on the background.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;hello 4 hot people and he focuses on the background.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY! *throws hands up in exasperation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after lina got enough of ogling at this malay guy in secret recipe, we headed to esplanade roof terrace to camwhore! :D&lt;br /&gt;we all think lina has to get her eyes checked.&lt;br /&gt;the guy was AVERAGE, despite her inherent protests that he is HOT.&lt;br /&gt;WE, on the other hand, felt that his GIRLFRIEND was the hot one.&lt;br /&gt;her body = fantabulous. her face (both side and front view) = drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;they kept looking at us though, cuz we were sneaking not-so-surreptitious glances at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhkA2D41EI/AAAAAAAAArA/St3iJT6Kdx0/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhkA2D41EI/AAAAAAAAArA/St3iJT6Kdx0/s320/DSC00701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118450942181168194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is menghow. he appeals to both genders and has been hit on by both.&lt;br /&gt;HOT STUFF, YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhkB2D41FI/AAAAAAAAArI/m9JpsBHur-E/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhkB2D41FI/AAAAAAAAArI/m9JpsBHur-E/s320/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118450959361037394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is lina. the sweetest, most muscular girl i've ever met. :D&lt;br /&gt;horrible dragonboater. she really should stop training!&lt;br /&gt;makes me jealous of her tan and muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhkC2D41II/AAAAAAAAArg/NpRevsIpkPU/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhkC2D41II/AAAAAAAAArg/NpRevsIpkPU/s320/DSC00711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118450976540906626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;christine, once again!&lt;br /&gt;she has become quite the camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhkCmD41HI/AAAAAAAAArY/FKawMQUtdBE/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhkCmD41HI/AAAAAAAAArY/FKawMQUtdBE/s320/DSC00707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118450972245939314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group photo.&lt;br /&gt;do not look too closely please. i resemble a golden mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhmKGD41JI/AAAAAAAAAro/3gDEe9ITQVI/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhmKGD41JI/AAAAAAAAAro/3gDEe9ITQVI/s320/DSC00706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118453300118213778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mh, lina and i seemed to have an unspoken consensus to look somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhmKWD41KI/AAAAAAAAArw/16pER6TmWxg/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhmKWD41KI/AAAAAAAAArw/16pER6TmWxg/s320/DSC00716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118453304413181090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were deciding on the pose to do when the camera snapped! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhmKmD41LI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lhjc2TpKwmI/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhmKmD41LI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lhjc2TpKwmI/s320/DSC00718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118453308708148402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;magnum force comes to esplanade! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhmK2D41MI/AAAAAAAAAsA/-d7Be4tfGCE/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhmK2D41MI/AAAAAAAAAsA/-d7Be4tfGCE/s320/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118453313003115714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. one last photo.&lt;br /&gt;do i finally look more like ayumi in this photo, joshy? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhnEGD41NI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JSNW8hEvD5c/s1600-h/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwhnEGD41NI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JSNW8hEvD5c/s320/DSC00113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118454296550626514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! i'm off to do some self-training before meeting pegs for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;then jin for some sancheendo function at the PA chalet.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers and hopes we won't get lost*&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. my mum bought 2 huge bottles of protein powder for me so hopefully i'll be getting my much longed for muscles soon.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1532249323668543657?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1532249323668543657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1532249323668543657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1532249323668543657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1532249323668543657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-was-day-fabulously-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rwhfa2D404I/AAAAAAAAApg/jVYLp_QMi-E/s72-c/DSC00696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8087265479704180618</id><published>2007-10-05T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:27.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been a mess these few days.&lt;br /&gt;a tangle of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;irritated and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wednesday saw peggy, weiric, dewei and i going for the contender.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't too bad, considering.&lt;br /&gt;we witnessed a K.O during the main fight! :D&lt;br /&gt;however, the first two matches were disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;the first pair was two singaporeans... who had punches even worse than mine. :/&lt;br /&gt;the second pair was.. slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;well, so after the contender, pegs and i went (not really) drinking.&lt;br /&gt;both of us were too broke to drink much.&lt;br /&gt;we went to my friend's bistro and bar, ordered one bailey's each.. and got treated to another glass!&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;i love strawberry bailey's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and yesterday, i went for the DFS cigar promoter interview before training.&lt;br /&gt;interviewer was those lao chu nu (old virgin) type.&lt;br /&gt;cuz we were interviewed in front of everyone, so she tried to make me look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;dumb woman. she didn't realise that turning the tables around and making others look brainless is an ingrained ability of mine which i can summon at will.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, SHE was the one embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;OH. but the surprise was that...&lt;br /&gt;i actually got selected despite my extreme rudeness.&lt;br /&gt;what a talent i am. *pats myself on head*&lt;br /&gt;*ego inflates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. as for today... i went for the hair show preparation.&lt;br /&gt;my style was supposed to be... WATER BALL (whatever that is).&lt;br /&gt;but cuz they are saving the actual dyeing for the hair show itself (on tuesday)...&lt;br /&gt;i kinda look like a golden ball now.&lt;br /&gt;or a golden monkey.&lt;br /&gt;whatever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;it was such an embarrassment walking on the streets with my hair bleached blonde.&lt;br /&gt;OH. and did i mention that it got bleached a freaking 4 TIMES cuz my hair just couldn't absorb the colour?&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;wonder how much effort it will take for me to snap a strand of hair now.&lt;br /&gt;and here's presenting to you pictures from the preparation.&lt;br /&gt;new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM1mD40zI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TOEAmo29VOI/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM1mD40zI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TOEAmo29VOI/s320/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117792141442601778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM2mD400I/AAAAAAAAApA/M0qWwY1_AY0/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM2mD400I/AAAAAAAAApA/M0qWwY1_AY0/s320/DSC00664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117792158622470978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM3GD401I/AAAAAAAAApI/k3Na509ABxc/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM3GD401I/AAAAAAAAApI/k3Na509ABxc/s320/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117792167212405586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girl on the left is... HOT. but she doesnt look it in the pic. :(&lt;br /&gt;she's damn thin but her boobs are big!&lt;br /&gt;*jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM3mD402I/AAAAAAAAApQ/n-KKYEfLbq8/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM3mD402I/AAAAAAAAApQ/n-KKYEfLbq8/s320/DSC00667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117792175802340194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM4GD403I/AAAAAAAAApY/8Ir3wP3N40w/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM4GD403I/AAAAAAAAApY/8Ir3wP3N40w/s320/DSC00669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117792184392274802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I PLAN TO STAY HOME AND HIDE TILL TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;the colour's like...&lt;br /&gt;1. something ah lians will dye..&lt;br /&gt;2. something those old aunties who like to act young will dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT. they say i look like ayumi.&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;i see joshua peng-ing from the insult to his idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. off to do some thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8087265479704180618?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8087265479704180618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8087265479704180618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8087265479704180618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8087265479704180618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-been-mess-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RwYM1mD40zI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TOEAmo29VOI/s72-c/DSC00663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2849068937321984870</id><published>2007-10-01T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:38:29.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised that it's a bad idea to succumb to temptation and eat HALF a pringles potato chip before skipping.&lt;br /&gt;because... throughout the pathetic 3 min i was skipping for, i was thinking of how the chip tasted.&lt;br /&gt;and THAT resulted in me bringing the entire can up to eat while watching million dollar baby again.&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;nemind i shall start my 300 crunches daily again... later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i bought &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecontenderasia.imagine-omnimedia.com/"&gt;the contender asia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; tickets for this wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;am pretty sure it'd be really exciting..&lt;br /&gt;of course, it doesn't hurt that some of the ang moh fighters are really hot. :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was hella embarrassing just now!&lt;br /&gt;first, when attempting to pay for the tickets by nets, i was short of $1.36.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to go withdraw money and pay in cash (thank god i brought $12 out with me).&lt;br /&gt;but the problem was... it had been TOO LONG since i've been to tampines mall and i forgot where the posb atm was!&lt;br /&gt;toured round the entire TM twice before i gave up and called yuyang to find out where it is.&lt;br /&gt;so much for being independent. :/&lt;br /&gt;and while asking yuyang, this girl in front of me overheard our conversation and turned around to sneer at me.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;so SOME of us dont know where the atm is. big deal.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she chokes on her braces while eating.&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2849068937321984870?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/2849068937321984870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=2849068937321984870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2849068937321984870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2849068937321984870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-realised-that-its-bad-idea-to-succumb.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1745257587647326597</id><published>2007-09-30T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:28.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back from camp!&lt;br /&gt;it was more like a chalet, actually.&lt;br /&gt;this was the supposed camp programme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rv-L5GD40xI/AAAAAAAAAoI/08LD_3yBNGc/s1600-h/Picture+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rv-L5GD40xI/AAAAAAAAAoI/08LD_3yBNGc/s320/Picture+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115961514711896850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the only part which we followed was training from 2-5 on the first day, going out in the evening, and the mini competition on the 2nd day. :D&lt;br /&gt;the rest of it was spent slacking, and.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;still, i have hydroxycut hardcore to thank.&lt;br /&gt;it kept me awake during the camp!&lt;br /&gt;slept at 6.30am on the first night, and 7am on the second night/third day. :D&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;the track's a pretty good place for stargazing.&lt;br /&gt;did that with An from 3-6am on the first night... and both of us nearly froze to death - him in his singlet and me in my fbt. :/&lt;br /&gt;and was supposed to stargaze with the juniors + pegs on the 2nd night.. just that we ended up playing truth of dare.&lt;br /&gt;here's pegs doing her dare - pole dancing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rv-OTWD40yI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_HDFxRSBWPg/s1600-h/DSC00643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rv-OTWD40yI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_HDFxRSBWPg/s320/DSC00643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115964164706718498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexayyyeeee... *steams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am thinking of having a chalet for kickboxing during the next hols.&lt;br /&gt;we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;ok off to watch hana kimi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1745257587647326597?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1745257587647326597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1745257587647326597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1745257587647326597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1745257587647326597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back-from-camp-it-was-more-like.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rv-L5GD40xI/AAAAAAAAAoI/08LD_3yBNGc/s72-c/Picture+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6142681375712104715</id><published>2007-09-28T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:06:22.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;kickboxing camp's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to wake up at 6am but i can't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that my hydroxycut hardcore contains caffeine, and i stupidly took it at 11.15pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;serves me right if i k.o on the FIRST day of camp.&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head against the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, natalie from mediacorp live the dream called me just now.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted me to help work during president's star charity this weekend but.. CUZ OF THE CAMP, I HAD TO GIVE UP THE MOOLAH.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;the slight consolation is that... natalie said she'd call me if there're anymore of such stuff in the future!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm off to watch the jap hana kimi to pass time...&lt;br /&gt;and wait till it's 6am so i can go wash up and get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6142681375712104715?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6142681375712104715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6142681375712104715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6142681375712104715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6142681375712104715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5952620762610089637</id><published>2007-09-26T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T00:37:20.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people need to be taught a lesson or two.&lt;br /&gt;there's this really lovely and sweet MALE junior i have in kickboxing... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in case you couldn't tell, there's sarcasm in this)&lt;/span&gt; who really ought to be beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;no bloody respect. none at all.&lt;br /&gt;and just because the coaches praised him once or twice - that he concentrates really intently while sparring, and therefore he's able to jab the person fast enough - his ego has started swelling, swelling, swelling...&lt;br /&gt;hello, fucker. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALITY CHECK!&lt;/span&gt; you can't even do a decent on-guard stance without looking like a utter fool.&lt;br /&gt;i mean... mine isn't all THAT nice either, but hey. we aren't talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the one with an ego that's way bigger than my equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. i'm not oversensitive.&lt;br /&gt;even joyce the zhubajie doesn't like him.&lt;br /&gt;she told me that moments before training... and to think i fucking defended him - "aiya. he's not that bad lah. just a little weird, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;right after that saw the little idiot getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, why do i say he does not show any freaking respect?&lt;br /&gt;he came late for training - 15 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;and once he stepped into the clubhouse (i was taking my gloves and whatnot), he went "EH! GO OUT LEH. i wanna change."&lt;br /&gt;my my. just because ujin and the rest do that doesnt mean that YOU, puny little nincompoop, can do the same. i'd stay out of the clubhouse for ujin and the rest cuz they asked &lt;u&gt;nicely&lt;/u&gt;, and they're my &lt;u&gt;seniors&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then, after training ended, he fucking ordered us to... "OUI. BRING THE GLOVES UP. i brought them down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honey, who were the ones bringing the equipment up and down when you were a freshie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly ripped him to pieces when he gave that order. but being the nice person i am, i merely told him "eh. mei2 da4 mei2 xiao3."&lt;br /&gt;of course, if this kinda rudeness and arrogance takes place again... he can be the FIRST of the freshies to face my wrath.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; is a promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-5952620762610089637?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/5952620762610089637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=5952620762610089637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5952620762610089637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5952620762610089637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-people-need-to-be-taught-lesson-or.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1091314331184964453</id><published>2007-09-24T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:38:39.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day started badly.&lt;br /&gt;the alarm rang at 8am, jarring me out of my wonderful, dream-filled sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and so i blearily fumbled around for my specs, and went downstairs to get my IS module enrolment done.&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL THOUGHT OF GETTING PEOPLE TO WAKE AT 8AM TO DO MODULE ENROLMENT PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;freaking ungodly hour alright.&lt;br /&gt;well, so i managed to log into npal by 8.04am, but to my utmost horror...&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE SLOTS FOR EVENTS MANAGEMENT WERE TAKEN UP ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. how many slots did they even offer for that!&lt;br /&gt;and so i ended up with community. *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;it's not even community with yinny, please. :(&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;they have 2 classes at the same time for community, which means it should be the same for EVENTS.&lt;br /&gt;how could all the slots be snapped up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna try again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was just thinking last night... of what exactly i want in life.&lt;br /&gt;and to my horror, i couldn't come up with an answer.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what i wanna do after i graduate from poly.&lt;br /&gt;when i was in primary and secondary school, i had so many ambitions!&lt;br /&gt;singer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which i crossed out soon enough, considering how my singing can shatter glass)&lt;/span&gt;, actress &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not all that great an option in singapore)&lt;/span&gt;, doctor, lawyer, journalist, director, psychologist...&lt;br /&gt;i started mass comm with loads of enthusiasm, but somehow, along the course of this past year and a half.. it seems to have dwindled.&lt;br /&gt;i've realised that it'd be really tiring to enter the media industry, and wear an armor for the rest of my working life.&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanna be a psychologist too!&lt;br /&gt;think it'd be really interesting to well, counsel people. :D&lt;br /&gt;but BUT. i've realised that with my current lousy gpa, hovering around 3.3 (which is nowhere near 3.5)...&lt;br /&gt;it'd be kinda difficult to get accepted.&lt;br /&gt;this uncertain future's starting to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the me who used to be so confident in every move i make?&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i guess there are people who're worse off than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1091314331184964453?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5532546195261356874</id><published>2007-09-23T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:07:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trained at kallang today!&lt;br /&gt;and my goodness, i'm so tired my arms can't be lifted any higher than chest level without great difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;but but! the good thing was that i finally got over my fear of doing the forward roll stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it was hella embarrassing though.&lt;br /&gt;i was just squatting there in position but didn't dare to put my head down to roll over.&lt;br /&gt;everyone were already rolling BACK when i decided to "HECK IT" and roll.&lt;br /&gt;IT WASN'T AS SCARY AS I THOUGHT IT WAS THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;*breathes sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;but i nearly rolled into weiric's butt though! there was, like.. a few inches left.&lt;br /&gt;*shudders in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;so while wriggling away from his butt.... i kicked joyce's face.&lt;br /&gt;she came after me like goodnessknowswhat.&lt;br /&gt;alright. so after training saw joyce and me going for our much-loved bandung at the indian coffeeshop nearby.&lt;br /&gt;it has been TOO LONG since we just sat down over a glass of bandung at the oh-so-familiar haunt.&lt;br /&gt;but we've decided that for the following sunday trainings to come, we'll alternate between lunches at airport and the indian store.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that our laziness wont get to us like before. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the camp next friday.&lt;br /&gt;i hope we'll bond like we did the last camp.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-5532546195261356874?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5827362212866689229</id><published>2007-09-22T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:38:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be getting my natas fair pay on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;i'll finally have more than a measly $3 worth of coins in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, guys are dumb.&lt;br /&gt;no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;just because girls are supposed to be "domestically-inclined" (which is total bullshit, if you ask me. what happened to gender equality?), they think they need not have basic knowledge in these things.&lt;br /&gt;now, why do i say guys are dumb?&lt;br /&gt;well, my dad and brother went out for lunch and for some unknown reason, bought a bunch of bananas back.&lt;br /&gt;being the dumbasses they are, they merely told the storekeeper "i want a small bunch."&lt;br /&gt;fuck. how clueless can they get, right?&lt;br /&gt;the storekeeper then gave them this bunch of bananas which are so ripe the bananas are falling off.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;so they came home and wanted to make me eat 4 BANANAS to salvage it.&lt;br /&gt;totally crazy, and i told them so.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i also told them, "walao. how dumb can you all get! fruits you ask the shopkeeper to choose for you. obviously they'll get rid of all the damn ripe ones right."&lt;br /&gt;my dad, being the typical, egoistic guy, turned it around and blamed it on me.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;"it's all your fault. told you to come along with us for lunch right. if you did then this wouldn't have happened."&lt;br /&gt;HAH. IF HE DIDN'T SAY THAT IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HE RILED ME UP TO NO END WITH THAT STATEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;and so...&lt;br /&gt;"PLEASE LAH. this is common sense. you don't even have such basic knowledge?"&lt;br /&gt;and with that, i successfully ended the senseless argument.&lt;br /&gt;the winner of this round is... ALEXIS LOO QUAN RUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm feeling much calmer after ranting.&lt;br /&gt;now it's off to eat the 2 sad looking bananas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-5827362212866689229?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/5827362212866689229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=5827362212866689229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5827362212866689229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5827362212866689229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-im-gonna-be-getting-my-natas-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7161662026431952721</id><published>2007-09-19T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:39:08.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hope - it's such an amazing thing, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;i figure if it weren't for hope, i'd be slipping down some abyss of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'm not hoping so fervently i'm close to delusional. not yet, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;still, it's nice to dream.&lt;br /&gt;to imagine how things could be, although it's pretty obvious the "could be" will never happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;even drifting between dreamland and consciousness, it has become apparent that all the hope will come to naught.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, despite my better sense urging me to stop dreaming and hoping... i can't.&lt;br /&gt;let me live a little longer in this perfect make-believe world.&lt;br /&gt;let me savor the sweet taste of dreams coming true... before reality sets in and i have to give it all up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7161662026431952721?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7161662026431952721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7161662026431952721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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couple on the train just now, and was doing my damnedest to not laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;and why was that so, you may ask..&lt;br /&gt;i figure the guy was prolly dead tired, and so he tried to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the girl, being... well, a girl. went on and on talking and gesturing.&lt;br /&gt;the guy, being the ultimate pig, was actually able to FALL ASLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;but not for long, of course.&lt;br /&gt;cuz the girl finally realised that she lost her audience, and nudged him awake.&lt;br /&gt;"eh! are you listening to me or not!"&lt;br /&gt;so the guy woke up, nodded blearily and tried paying attention to what the girl was saying... and then conked out again after a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;i was really on the verge of bursting out laughing when the girl whacked him awake again, and continued talking.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take a picture of the two of them, but my new phone makes it difficult for me to take photos without getting spotted.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;no more sneak shots of sexy asses, cellulite-filled thighs and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... i'm off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;am getting my celebtrim on thursday and i'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;weight-loss program, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of going on a hiatus because i've lost the urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;maybe. just maybe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1320968764029165642?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1320968764029165642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1320968764029165642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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flyer givers) too.&lt;br /&gt;the previous one in march at suntec saw little cubicles where flyer givers could gather at and give out flyers.&lt;br /&gt;this one, however, saw this fatass of a security guard who kept chasing us away.&lt;br /&gt;KNS.&lt;br /&gt;he need to do his job, we don't need ah?&lt;br /&gt;i was bloody pissed off i swear.&lt;br /&gt;so finally, i couldn't take it anymore and scolded him.&lt;br /&gt;PFFTT. cuz he wasn't chasing this other woman who was standing at the same place as i was, only me.&lt;br /&gt;if he thinks i'm easy to bully.. think again man.&lt;br /&gt;i bet i can kick his fat ass upside down.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i think i've gotten quite good at eluding guards.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is that i singlehandedly gave out ALL the 6000 flyers my company had!&lt;br /&gt;*smug look*&lt;br /&gt;me thinks if they call me back once again, i shall ask for a pay raise.&lt;br /&gt;i've figured out the trick to flyer-giving.&lt;br /&gt;you have to plaster a huge smile on your face, and say, in a chirpy voice, "BAYVIEW (in my case), THANK YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;those who did not want to take the flyers at first, when they saw the huge smile i gave them, succumbed and accepted the flyer.&lt;br /&gt;of course, not forgetting this old indian man who winked and tried to hit on me.&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda glad when the whole thing was over, but i'm starting to miss it already!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention that i kinda terrorised a kid today?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA he wanted to take the freebie (a luggage tag) i was giving out, but refused to take my flyer.&lt;br /&gt;and so...... i roared really loudly at him. and he ran away.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;worst thing was that people SAW me terrorising him!&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-805977995574828836</id><published>2007-09-14T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm finally back from work at the NATAS fair.&lt;br /&gt;today's a freaking unlucky day i swear.&lt;br /&gt;once i woke up, i realised that my period chose today to show itself.&lt;br /&gt;after which i round out that i couldn't lift my left arm any higher than chest level thanks to training yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;and the bloody arm kept dying on me while i was working.&lt;br /&gt;went all numb and achy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, wednesday saw ex-t107ers celebrating brian's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuqRTxLdz4I/AAAAAAAAAnI/_nbmTx1arYM/s1600-h/brian+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuqRTxLdz4I/AAAAAAAAAnI/_nbmTx1arYM/s320/brian+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110056496010219394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuqRUhLdz6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ax5QCRnO66g/s1600-h/eastsiders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuqRUhLdz6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ax5QCRnO66g/s320/eastsiders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110056508895121314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuqRUBLdz5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QIm7i4qTKnI/s1600-h/no+evil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuqRUBLdz5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QIm7i4qTKnI/s320/no+evil.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110056500305186706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D there are more photos, but.. aiya, lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had the weirdest conversation ever yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;joel's phone landed in his campmates' hands and i ended up being "interrogated" by them.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;and after the... conversation, i came to a conclusion that ns men are horny beings who are easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i couldnt find a single amusing bit in the conversation (which had 20 people listening in), but the rest of them were guffawing their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;*clueless look*&lt;br /&gt;according to joel, they chose to call me cuz.. they thought i had a sexy name.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAHAHH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering if it's a good thing that my name is something i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aites.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling extremely stoned and shall go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-805977995574828836?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/805977995574828836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=805977995574828836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/805977995574828836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/805977995574828836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-finally-back-from-work-at-natas-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuqRTxLdz4I/AAAAAAAAAnI/_nbmTx1arYM/s72-c/brian+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6816904052368908136</id><published>2007-09-13T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:32:05.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heartbroken. :(&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6853985237041589619</id><published>2007-09-09T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:18:02.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for training at kallang today.&lt;br /&gt;i went because nicey ujin said he was gonna be there.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, he pangsehed me!&lt;br /&gt;RA!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was damn tiring lah!&lt;br /&gt;moreover the ground there was hella rough, so i ended up with MORE blisters on my sole.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;but there's a spot at the training ground which has my blood stain!&lt;br /&gt;cuz while doing free sparring, one guy from this other pair stepped on my foot just as i was moving, so TADA!&lt;br /&gt;the skin from the blister tore open and blood spurted out.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, it wasn't really painful.&lt;br /&gt;but YAY. i left traces of me there. :D&lt;br /&gt;when i saw that open and bleeding blister, i was so tempted to snap a pic of it and send it to joshua pokpok.&lt;br /&gt;who knows, it may give him nightmares!&lt;br /&gt;*smug look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just a little random note to end off with.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT TO CLUB ONCE I TURN 18! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6853985237041589619?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6853985237041589619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6853985237041589619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6853985237041589619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6853985237041589619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/went-for-training-at-kallang-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7246104344844955532</id><published>2007-09-08T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:29.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was productively spent, if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;played some computer games, practiced guitar, and had dinner with my lovely cousins!&lt;br /&gt;since i haven't seen them for sucha long time, i couldn't pass up the chance of taking a photo with this charming lil beings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuK-xLjfhnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-6nW9X6QtVM/s1600-h/DSC00481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuK-xLjfhnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-6nW9X6QtVM/s320/DSC00481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107854679516087922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right!&lt;br /&gt;3 lovelies in one photo. :P&lt;br /&gt;eye candies indeed.&lt;br /&gt;*head swells*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a message from bayview hotels this morning once i woke!&lt;br /&gt;and they want me to work for the NATAS fair again.&lt;br /&gt;yayness. :D&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for money to start flowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been dreaming about the same thing for 2 nights already!&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that, in this case, dreams are NOT the opposite of reality.&lt;br /&gt;come on, make my life a lil brighter, mother fate.&lt;br /&gt;i promise that i wont ask for anything in the... near future if you'd just grant me this one wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuK-xLjfhnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-6nW9X6QtVM/s72-c/DSC00481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5209581912415793604</id><published>2007-09-07T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:22:25.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i HATE china people!&lt;br /&gt;brian blogged about this china telesurveyor who called and asked "do you speak chinese?" in mandarin...&lt;br /&gt;and i was the lucky one who received one such call today!&lt;br /&gt;pfftt.&lt;br /&gt;having read about her through brian's blog, i went "huh?" when she asked me that.&lt;br /&gt;being the extremely dense person she was, she repeated impatiently "do you speak CHINESE?", which i replied to with a "HUH?" once again.&lt;br /&gt;fucker didnt get it and kinda shouted into the phone "DO YOU SPEAK CHINESE?!"&lt;br /&gt;and so, since she was so rude.&lt;br /&gt;without a "hello" at the start of the conversation, which is basic manners...&lt;br /&gt;i hung up on her.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;these people should employ telesurveyors with better manners, and ones who can speak english too!&lt;br /&gt;rather than pathetic, impatient, rude china bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also another encounter with this bunch of china men in the evening..&lt;br /&gt;which i shan't bore you guys with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was lovely meeting up with wappoians just now for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;justin mooby man and stephenables are &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-3326303586809945701</id><published>2007-09-07T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i've talked about this before, but... REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea with women/girls and their love of sitting with their legs wide open when they're wearing skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuA1pbjfhmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/iM_efrZMC8A/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuA1pbjfhmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/iM_efrZMC8A/s320/DSC00472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107140963325675106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fcuking crude and distasteful, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;as for you perverted guys (*cough* joshua *cough*), nothing much to see in this pic lah.&lt;br /&gt;because, being the usual nice and pleasant girl i am, i took a pic of a.... *slaps hand over mouth before the F** word comes out* voluptuous woman.&lt;br /&gt;so, as you can see, the appetizing pig's trotter doesn't really show much of her undies.&lt;br /&gt;but but BUT. i still, with a vengeance, think it's UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;*stamps foot for emphasis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, work today was good!&lt;br /&gt;think i'll post the pic of the kids and me when they send it to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;am wishing that i'll get more jobs like this, although today was CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;woke at 6 frigging am (like, who wakes at that unearthly hour during HOLS, right?), and went to somerset for work. after which, i had to rush down to school for training.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm loving training yo!&lt;br /&gt;love the coaches cuz they're helping me improve faster than i ever expected.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention that my skin sucks to high hell and back?&lt;br /&gt;it's tearing and flaking, plus it's going through MAJOR breakout yo!&lt;br /&gt;even ANy ANables asked me right when he saw me "aiyo what happened to your face?"&lt;br /&gt;although it's supposed to get better after this 2-3 weeks period, it's a nightmare at present.&lt;br /&gt;PFFTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is yet another random post without any specific angle.&lt;br /&gt;i am so not worthy of tommy wee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-3326303586809945701?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/3326303586809945701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=3326303586809945701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3326303586809945701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3326303586809945701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-know-ive-talked-about-this-before-but.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RuA1pbjfhmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/iM_efrZMC8A/s72-c/DSC00472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1029610237908141341</id><published>2007-09-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:49:00.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry for neglecting the blog, but games have been occupying most of my time.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i swear holidays rock like goodnessknowswhat!&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing loads of cooking games, making over games, and well, yeah, just lots of girl games.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i just finished this &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/hookup/"&gt;The Hook-Up&lt;/a&gt; game and i got hooked up with this hottie skater boy!&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*&lt;br /&gt;why do such stuff never happen in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, did i mention that i, er... turned down the job at harry's bar?&lt;br /&gt;decided that i didnt feel all that comfortable working there afterall, so...&lt;br /&gt;working with sheereen tmr!&lt;br /&gt;some movideo competition marshall/referee and we're supposed to follow the kids around.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i get posted to a secondary rather than primary school.&lt;br /&gt;cuteness aside, imagine the erk-factor trying to get them to behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to my games!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1029610237908141341?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1029610237908141341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1029610237908141341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1029610237908141341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1029610237908141341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry-for-neglecting-blog-but-games.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-172565847951080425</id><published>2007-09-02T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:29.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am wincing while typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;my index and ring fingers of the left hand are swollen!&lt;br /&gt;and because my lappy heats up, when i'm typing, my fingers feel as though they got scalded.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;stupid guitar playing.&lt;br /&gt;i practiced for like.. 3 plus hours last night and 2 hours today.&lt;br /&gt;but at least it's quite worth it!&lt;br /&gt;i've got the hang of right here waiting for you intro, as well as half of tonghua. :D&lt;br /&gt;*pats myself on the head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i'm feeling really lazy today.&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like starting work tomorrow, actually.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;was thinking that i could.... *mischievous look* perhaps come up with some excuse not to go work.&lt;br /&gt;*nods*&lt;br /&gt;guess that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;but i got another job offer!&lt;br /&gt;some hairshow thingy in october.&lt;br /&gt;either $80 (half day) or $240 (2 full days).&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get selected for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;and, of course, hopefully my hair doesnt end up as horrible as last time.&lt;br /&gt;for those who have forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtpjabjfhlI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Th_BnxUqQqs/s1600-h/peggy+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtpjabjfhlI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Th_BnxUqQqs/s320/peggy+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105502433302251090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days with ze spastic haircut and retarded pegpeg. :D&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss my long (well, relatively long) hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrightey, i shall take pity on my fingers and stop blogging for today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to keep boring you guys with such mundane posts.&lt;br /&gt;i promise to come up with something interesting soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-172565847951080425?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/172565847951080425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=172565847951080425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/172565847951080425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/172565847951080425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-wincing-while-typing-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtpjabjfhlI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Th_BnxUqQqs/s72-c/peggy+and+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-4363478612365173443</id><published>2007-09-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:29.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been REALLY tiring.&lt;br /&gt;training was so taxing (although i suspect it's because of the exam break which resulted in an even more unfit me), and there was this fms alumni homecoming thing that i helped out at.&lt;br /&gt;take a look at my soles!&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen such godawful soles on a GIRL? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rtg_jLjfhkI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9FxP7yumqj0/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rtg_jLjfhkI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9FxP7yumqj0/s320/DSC00458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104900051254085186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went back to ahs for teachers' day today! :D&lt;br /&gt;met up with THE BATCH (well, 6 of them, that is).&lt;br /&gt;seeing them always makes my day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i have nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is like.. _ this close to dying. :/&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm extremely cash-strapped.&lt;br /&gt;where in the world am i gonna get the money to buy a pair of comfy black canvas shoes for work on monday!?&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-4363478612365173443?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/4363478612365173443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=4363478612365173443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4363478612365173443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4363478612365173443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-week-has-been-really-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rtg_jLjfhkI/AAAAAAAAAmo/9FxP7yumqj0/s72-c/DSC00458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8512131775136096297</id><published>2007-08-29T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:59:53.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dang.&lt;br /&gt;i got tagged by huz.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, being nice and taking time off watching order of the phoenix, to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and order of the phoenix is kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;i've been skipping so many parts alreadyh.&lt;br /&gt;but BUT, LUNA LOVEGOOD and DUMBLEDORE is love. :D&lt;br /&gt;ok. OOT. so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the Game:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things or habits or little known facts of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who tagged must type in a blog post of their own, ten weird things or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tag backs allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'll go crazy and giggle till I tear when i'm really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;2. i perspire easily (like.. 5 minutes of walking on a cloudy day), and freeze easily (think 5 minutes in 25 degrees C aircon room) too.&lt;br /&gt;3. i love BAD BOYS. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. contrary to what people think, i am NOT an amazon.&lt;br /&gt;5. even if you're in a position of authority, i will NOT respect you unless you show me you deserve respect.&lt;br /&gt;6. i like red. and am even a lil fond of pink. *cough*not like sheereen or xiaxue though*cough* :P&lt;br /&gt;7. i used to be REALLY fierce. like REALLY REALLY. dont know what happened since poly though. :/&lt;br /&gt;8. i dont have anything against fat people, despite what some of you may think. :D unless, that is, they are fat and anal. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;9. i love cornflakes. :D&lt;br /&gt;10. i learnt piano for about 8 years. and got to only grade 3. (BUT THAT'S NOT MY FAULT. cuz my lovely piano teacher didn't tell me that i was supposed to take exams. :/ until my mum found out from her friend and i changed teachers. after which i took 2 years to get to grade 3 and subsequently stopped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED:&lt;br /&gt;1) melody&lt;br /&gt;2) sheereen&lt;br /&gt;3) valzie&lt;br /&gt;4) joshua (it's revive your blog, honey!)&lt;br /&gt;5) ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6) jing cheng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8512131775136096297?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8512131775136096297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8512131775136096297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8512131775136096297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8512131775136096297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/dang.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8321675353919804966</id><published>2007-08-29T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:06:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got my guitar!&lt;br /&gt;finally. :D&lt;br /&gt;well, so having gotten the guitar, i've been practicing really hard, trying to at least learn the basics.&lt;br /&gt;and.. i've come to the conclusion that i am not very guitar-inclined. :/&lt;br /&gt;it's only been after the A, E, C, D and G chords and my fingers are already damnnnn pain.&lt;br /&gt;it'd be horrible if the skin of my fingers become like the sole of my foot.&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i've been trying to decipher what all the dashes and numbers on the guitar tabs for 'chasing cars' and 'hey there delilah' mean.. but so far, my efforts have come to naught.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, I GOT THE JOB AT HARRY'S BAR!&lt;br /&gt;yayness.&lt;br /&gt;starting work next monday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really nervous though.&lt;br /&gt;there are like, a thousand what ifs running through my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;what if i break a beer bottle while serving the customer?&lt;br /&gt;what if i slip and fall and pour some drink on a customer's head?&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my klutzy self won't come into play next monday.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;i was bored, and so... BLOGTHINGS quizzes came in handy once again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#A7CEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Extroversion Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/extrovert.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendliness: Very High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity Level: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerfulness: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement Seeking: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociability: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness: Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Extroverted Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a Chance You Could Be Violent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-2.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a pretty chill person - and you have a good handle on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your anger gets the best of you, and end up regretting how you act.&lt;br /&gt;Try to curb your temper more often. It only has to get out of control once to do some damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Many Alpha Tendencies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/alpha-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a total alpha female, but you certainly know how to - and like to - get your way.&lt;br /&gt;You're forceful without being intimidating. You're confident without being vain. A perfect mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/"&gt;Are You an Alpha Female?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8321675353919804966?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8321675353919804966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8321675353919804966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8321675353919804966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8321675353919804966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-my-guitar-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-9081302610133037029</id><published>2007-08-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:29.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally finished watching why why love.&lt;br /&gt;omg. it rocked like goodness knows what.&lt;br /&gt;it was full of laughter at first, until the last 2 episodes, which was enough to draw buckets of tears from you.&lt;br /&gt;which is, of course, the reason why i ended up with puffy eyes today.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i love mike he junxiang with a vengeance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtLLa7jfhjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Dcjs6UIc7CU/s1600-h/mikehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtLLa7jfhjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Dcjs6UIc7CU/s320/mikehe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103364991287789106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need more guys like THAT irl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, i went for harry's bar interview today!&lt;br /&gt;think it went rather well..&lt;br /&gt;they said they'll call me by wednesday to let me know when to start work!&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;yayyy! money + genting + guitar, HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;like FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;i've been bloating up like a puffer fish, pig, boar and hippo combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to ratatouille.&lt;br /&gt;see you pokkers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-9081302610133037029?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/9081302610133037029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=9081302610133037029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/9081302610133037029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/9081302610133037029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-finally-finished-watching-why-why.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtLLa7jfhjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Dcjs6UIc7CU/s72-c/mikehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6801925613842256777</id><published>2007-08-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was productively spent with lovelies lina and menghow!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;other than embarrassing ourselves in the evening, we had a lovely time EATING too!&lt;br /&gt;going out with them = stuffing ourselves with food.&lt;br /&gt;and the location today was OLD AIRPORT ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;had the yummiest ice kachang ever, and koped some really delicious pork ribs prawn noodles from lina.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention banana and tapioca fritters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtGLNrjfhgI/AAAAAAAAAmI/h8A7FD5y8w8/s1600-h/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtGLNrjfhgI/AAAAAAAAAmI/h8A7FD5y8w8/s320/DSC00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103012919933634050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lina trying to escape from sight.&lt;br /&gt;but we've got proof that she ate the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtGLOLjfhhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SL56xx4m434/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtGLOLjfhhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SL56xx4m434/s320/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103012928523568658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what we ate.&lt;br /&gt;not that much today, cuz lina was BROKE. :/&lt;br /&gt;oh well, another time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtGLObjfhiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5ZIUa8tY7Ik/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtGLObjfhiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5ZIUa8tY7Ik/s320/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103012932818535970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and US! :D mengy looks his usual perverted self.&lt;br /&gt;but i still love them loads. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching exchange love/why why love these few days.&lt;br /&gt;and.... MIKE HE JUNXIANG = LOVE OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;why aren't there such perfect guys here? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6801925613842256777?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6801925613842256777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6801925613842256777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6801925613842256777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6801925613842256777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-productively-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RtGLNrjfhgI/AAAAAAAAAmI/h8A7FD5y8w8/s72-c/DSC00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8175938287023991793</id><published>2007-08-25T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:51:31.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and it was lunch + tea + dinner at poh peikee's house just now! :D&lt;br /&gt;going to his house is sinful man.&lt;br /&gt;it's eating and eating only.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining, just that....&lt;br /&gt;diet, here i come once again.&lt;br /&gt;OH. and he &lt;strike&gt;taught&lt;/strike&gt; attempted to teach me  how to play the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;just that, being the not very musically inclined me, i took a gazillion years.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i learnt twinkle twinkle little star and mary had a little lamb. plus the cheat version of chasing cars.&lt;br /&gt;OUI DON'T LAUGH OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;it's a start.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to buy a second-hand guitar and start learning!&lt;br /&gt;second-hand in case my interest is not sustained.&lt;br /&gt;so, anyone has a guitar he/she wants to sell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH! and i can't believe poh peiks is leaving for UK again next thurs. :(&lt;br /&gt;worst thing is he'll only be back next JULY.&lt;br /&gt;JULY 2008 for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh OH. one good news is that i have a job interview this coming monday at harry's bar!&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;hopefully they hire me.&lt;br /&gt;$7/hour man! no joke. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random post it is again.&lt;br /&gt;ta, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8175938287023991793?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8175938287023991793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8175938287023991793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8175938287023991793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8175938287023991793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-it-was-lunch-tea-dinner-at-poh.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1584688181174323892</id><published>2007-08-24T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:30.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND I'M BACK, with my loveliest lappy.&lt;br /&gt;*satisfied look*&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was bliss although peg and i ended up not tanning.&lt;br /&gt;bought the dorothy perkins black skinnies that i'd been eyeing, as well as black patent flats! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and i promised muzy muzables to post this retarded pic of me which he edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rs6VfrjfhfI/AAAAAAAAAmA/T5qApIwbMsA/s1600-h/07-05-07_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rs6VfrjfhfI/AAAAAAAAAmA/T5qApIwbMsA/s320/07-05-07_2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102179799357425138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy now, muz? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off to enjoy my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's really unfair when our parents order us to do stuff just because they are our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, if they don't deserve our respect, no way am i giving it to them. don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;and now she's blasting the tv as though she's some deaf fuck. :/&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/28209651-1584688181174323892?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1584688181174323892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1584688181174323892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1584688181174323892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1584688181174323892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-im-back-with-my-loveliest-lappy.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rs6VfrjfhfI/AAAAAAAAAmA/T5qApIwbMsA/s72-c/07-05-07_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-3119730904494377630</id><published>2007-08-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:30.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as expected, studying today with airell was... unproductive, to say the least. :/&lt;br /&gt;but it was great!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA had a lovely time chatting and i got a.... BIO lesson! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh, and instead of studying, we started a battle drawing on each others' hands and arms.&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;i'd be happy if i just PASS the paper tomorrow, considering how i've given up studying for advert already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we planned a trip to genting in end september, early october. WHO'S UP FOR IT? :D&lt;br /&gt;we've got sheereen, mel, mohsen, airell and me so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is looking good again.&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that diversitec said they would replace my adapter?&lt;br /&gt;but that's probably because they don't know that my warranty is over already.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going down on wednesday and hopefully (*crosses fingers*) they don't find out about the warranty.&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading xiaxue's blog that day about this vincent toni guy.&lt;br /&gt;some gay was ranting about this gay prostitute in nyp and yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;okay go read her post yourself.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not that i have anything against homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;i'm perfectly fine with them! and even have a few as friends.&lt;br /&gt;but ANYWAY, that guy was HORRIBLE, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;so, being the bored and restless person i am, i emailed him.&lt;br /&gt;don't stare at me in surprise alright? :D&lt;br /&gt;that's how i search for entertainment in this mundane life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsmoHrjfheI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1ALLFzARMjk/s1600-h/BAH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsmoHrjfheI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1ALLFzARMjk/s320/BAH.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100792902877939170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S SO VULGAR WHEN I WAS NOTHING BUT PLEASANT TO HIM!&lt;br /&gt;*glares*&lt;br /&gt;see! he deserves it right.&lt;br /&gt;but nemind. i had a good laugh and a nice time replying to his email. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off to read and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ta, baboons. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-3119730904494377630?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/3119730904494377630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=3119730904494377630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3119730904494377630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3119730904494377630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-expected-studying-today-with-airell.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsmoHrjfheI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1ALLFzARMjk/s72-c/BAH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-109046979036387503</id><published>2007-08-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:09:18.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know.. it sucks when life is so good one moment, and so bad the next.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;mine seemed to be going uphill just a few days back, and now, it makes me feel like banging my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;first, my lappy charger is DEAD. and the batt for it has run flat.&lt;br /&gt;so all my info in the lappy can't be touched for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;and just nice enough, the only not-so-working computer at home does not have ms word or ppt.&lt;br /&gt;and so i can't open the notes i took for advertising!&lt;br /&gt;next, i think i'm gonna fail advertising. i'm still on my 2nd chapter!&lt;br /&gt;worse, i'm gonna study with airell tomorrow, and as i know from experience, we prolly wont be doing much studying.&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;please don't let me retake advertising. i'll just die.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my auntie decided to come visit me today!&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to go indoor tanning with pegpeg on tues after advert.&lt;br /&gt;and who ever tans with blood flowing, right?&lt;br /&gt;:/ hopefully auntie decides to take leave temporarily on that tday.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers and hopes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay. the thought of 2 more days of hell left is cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;at least after that, i'll be free to just curl up in one corner and read the books i just borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;oh, not to mention start my long-procrastinated diet.&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-109046979036387503?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/109046979036387503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=109046979036387503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/109046979036387503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/109046979036387503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-3593564572972220548</id><published>2007-08-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:38:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i.am.miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hides under the table and emos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't wanna leave it all behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i get my hopes up and watch them fall everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another colour turns to grey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's just too ahrd to watch it all slowly fade away.&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/28209651-3593564572972220548?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/3593564572972220548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=3593564572972220548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3593564572972220548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3593564572972220548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-270705659236877850</id><published>2007-08-17T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:31.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MRM'S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;finally. :D&lt;br /&gt;baby, i've waited sooo long for this day.&lt;br /&gt;it was swensens after that and ohhhh boy. sinful, that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to diet again, i've piled on the 7kg i lost a few months back. :(&lt;br /&gt;the group of us at heeren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsWAfLjfhdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EjPh16MDYB4/s1600-h/17:8+after+MRM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsWAfLjfhdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EjPh16MDYB4/s320/17:8+after+MRM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099623426232911314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for next tuesday, when all this will all be officially over.&lt;br /&gt;FABULOUS TAN with peg peg, then work, shop and possibly overseas!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;gimme gimme fun, sand, sun and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got a dream, that one day.. we're gonna work it 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/28209651-270705659236877850?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/270705659236877850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=270705659236877850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/270705659236877850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/270705659236877850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/mrms-over-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsWAfLjfhdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EjPh16MDYB4/s72-c/17:8+after+MRM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-9060425452874395468</id><published>2007-08-16T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:34:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>studied with airell at the airport today!&lt;br /&gt;although that ass was late as usual - we were supposed to meet at 2pm, and he only reached at like.. 3plus. :/&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was... rather unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up chatting, bitching and yeah, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;so it took us 4 hours to go through... 2 chapters. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;and while bitching, we realised how mass comm has changed us.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when self-reflecting, i get disgusted by how ugly i am now inside.&lt;br /&gt;whose reflection is this i see? to say the truth, i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is all for survival. to stay strong in the battle for the best.&lt;br /&gt;although i'm thankful to mass comm for making me a stronger person, the unrecognisable look in my eyes i see sometimes... it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, what's life without getting stronger, right?&lt;br /&gt;if it's one thing i've learnt, it's never to rely on anyone but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;never to count on anyone but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i wanna get a tongue piercing again!&lt;br /&gt;i miss the stud in my mouth. :(&lt;br /&gt;and also another tattoo please! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;OVERSEAS IN THE HOLS.&lt;br /&gt;like.. thailand or malaysia. who's up for it? :D&lt;br /&gt;(of course, must work first, that is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-9060425452874395468?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/9060425452874395468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=9060425452874395468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/9060425452874395468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/9060425452874395468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/studied-with-airell-at-airport-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1274224516338750448</id><published>2007-08-15T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:17:56.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taking a break from studying MRM.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, exams should be banned.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. i prefer projects like so much more.&lt;br /&gt;tell me, what is the use of memorising work?&lt;br /&gt;oh, like it helps us in our working life, having to dig through the chunks of knowledge we have in our heads, looking for a hypo testing method?&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;i've just studied 5 chapters, although i'm pretty sure, if you ask me something about them.. i'll need &lt;strike&gt;some&lt;/strike&gt; a lot of time to think it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lately i had pondered, spent my nights awake and wondered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you could be my someone, you could be my scene&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/28209651-1274224516338750448?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1274224516338750448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1274224516338750448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1274224516338750448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1274224516338750448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-break-from-studying-mrm.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-4127529792558212051</id><published>2007-08-14T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:41:16.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think that smelly people should be banned from public transport.&lt;br /&gt;like.. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;don't lecture me on how public transport are meant for the public and so they have a right to it.&lt;br /&gt;while on the train to school today, i couldn't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;i was falling asleep at first, till the train reached kembangan.&lt;br /&gt;then someone sat next to me and i was awakened by this really pungent smell that assaulted my nostrils and some wire-like hair rubbing against my arm.&lt;br /&gt;and the smell, fyi, wasn't those normal kinda B.O that you'll get used to after a minute or so.&lt;br /&gt;hers was... HORRIBLE to the EXTREME. it was as though she rubbed onion + garlic + stinky spices on her entire body!&lt;br /&gt;yes, that bad, i'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;and she only got off a few stops before i did, which resulted in me being UNABLE to sleep and rest.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;smelly people, NO public transport for you!&lt;br /&gt;SMRT and SBS Transit should install a smell-checker kinda thing on the ez-link machine.&lt;br /&gt;if the person is smelly, then they won't be allowed in.&lt;br /&gt;*nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;newspaper's finally handed in.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that, despite my initial misgivings about the mistakes we made in the paper, we aren't that bad afterall! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-4127529792558212051?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/4127529792558212051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=4127529792558212051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4127529792558212051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4127529792558212051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-that-smelly-people-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1117623121918533207</id><published>2007-08-13T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and we say a heartfelt GOODBYE to newswriting.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, eastern times, for stealing so many nights of my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;it has been great staying up subbing your articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsBDJ7gCRWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/fSklTzYIPb4/s1600-h/DSC00366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsBDJ7gCRWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/fSklTzYIPb4/s320/DSC00366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098148616053343586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more editor-ing.&lt;br /&gt;*heaves sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsBDKLgCRXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/lQAxfrubGRc/s1600-h/EasternTimeseditor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsBDKLgCRXI/AAAAAAAAAlo/lQAxfrubGRc/s320/EasternTimeseditor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098148620348310898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, guess how much the two copies of THE EASTERN TIMES cost?&lt;br /&gt;$96.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i see your jaw drop.&lt;br /&gt;96 frigging bucks for 4 pieces of recycled paper.&lt;br /&gt;my wallet is officially &lt;strike&gt;empty&lt;/strike&gt; burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, let me enjoy my newfound freedom for this one night before "mugging" for mrm and advertising from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT*&lt;br /&gt;several hundreds of mistakes in a paper?&lt;br /&gt;i think ours will hit that.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK BALLS.&lt;br /&gt;lexy loo, you suck. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1117623121918533207?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1117623121918533207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1117623121918533207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1117623121918533207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1117623121918533207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-we-say-heartfelt-goodbye-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RsBDJ7gCRWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/fSklTzYIPb4/s72-c/DSC00366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-4024604682019135165</id><published>2007-08-13T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:57:48.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitchy?&lt;/span&gt; no, it's called survival instinct.&lt;br /&gt;i would never have dreamt of marking people down for peer evaluation in year 1 of mcm.&lt;br /&gt;now, however, is a different matter entirely.&lt;br /&gt;don't blame me for that.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you wouldn't want someone who doesn't do work to get the same grades as you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you think you can be a free-loader in my group, think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friends may be dumb enough to help you with your work - tv first script assignment, your individual reflections, and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;but sorry, hon. i'm just not as patronising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-4024604682019135165?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/4024604682019135165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=4024604682019135165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4024604682019135165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4024604682019135165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/bitchy-no-its-called-survival-instinct.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6376278373421623664</id><published>2007-08-11T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:32.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>update for two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday, 10 aug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet-up with the besties!&lt;br /&gt;it was fantabulous.&lt;br /&gt;laughed our heads off like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;plus we thought menghow got a class A navy thingy for his ns checkup.&lt;br /&gt;turned out it was only for the.. erm.. physical test/body checkup.&lt;br /&gt;not his physical ability, aka napha.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, then shopping with them after eating!&lt;br /&gt;lucky lina bought loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;unlike me. the only top i wanted cost like.. 50 frigging bucks.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, camwhoring at MANGO is love! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rr2kJLgCRMI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SaUNuNRxbxI/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rr2l0rgCRQI/AAAAAAAAAkw/7WTuKh4lHyI/s320/DSC00343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097412677702141186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rr2kKLgCRPI/AAAAAAAAAko/C8KviC-u8RE/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rr2kKLgCRPI/AAAAAAAAAko/C8KviC-u8RE/s320/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097410848046073074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday, 11 aug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANOE RELAY DUATHLON, finally!&lt;br /&gt;was fearing the 4km run and 4km canoeing at first.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out really fun, and thankfully i didn't end up as burnt as after sports camp.&lt;br /&gt;plus, joyce and i felt really accomplished after our race! :D&lt;br /&gt;i, being the first runner, started off at bout.. 10plus 11am.&lt;br /&gt;and hell, the sun was CRAZY lah.&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;this was the first time i actually RAN the entire 4km + chionging at the last leg.&lt;br /&gt;and it was canoe time after that!&lt;br /&gt;joyce and i were hella irritated.&lt;br /&gt;we wasted like.. 3-4 minutes trying to get a canoe and life-jacket cuz everyone were, apparently  "chopping" the canoes.&lt;br /&gt;but BUT. me thinks joyce and i were such great partners!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. we managed to match each other's timing/pace really well.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;finished at 1 hour 36 min and joyce + i decided to take part in next year's duathlon again!&lt;br /&gt;next year, however, will see us training hard for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rr2qWbgCRRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JUckC8a6grI/s1600-h/Photo-0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rr2qXLgCRUI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/U_kCvy_gwmI/s320/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097417668454139202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove!&lt;br /&gt;damn tired though, so forgive me for the lack of captions.&lt;br /&gt;NEWSPAPER'S DUE IN .... 3 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6376278373421623664?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6376278373421623664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6376278373421623664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6376278373421623664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6376278373421623664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-for-two-days-friday-10-aug-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rr2kJLgCRMI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SaUNuNRxbxI/s72-c/DSC00331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2499613360094648749</id><published>2007-08-09T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:35:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to the canoe relay duathlon.&lt;br /&gt;am getting really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;moreover the U19 ladies race is from 10.30a.m. - 12p.m.&lt;br /&gt;kns, what if we.. die from heatstroke or something?&lt;br /&gt;AND I CANT PERFORM WITH THE SUN SHINING DOWN ON ME. :(&lt;br /&gt;not to mention...&lt;br /&gt;when i went for the briefing yesterday, the girls i saw were all so fit!&lt;br /&gt;those muscular arms + legs and tanned like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i nearly dropped dead when i saw them.&lt;br /&gt;how can a fat-laden hainanese chicken compare with roast chickens?&lt;br /&gt;(okay, bad example)&lt;br /&gt;the only thing still drawing me to the race is the goodie back.&lt;br /&gt;got FABULOUS TAN voucher!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH. then i can go get tanned and look slimmer and sportier.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;like.. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;need it by the truckloads yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2499613360094648749?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/2499613360094648749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=2499613360094648749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2499613360094648749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2499613360094648749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/ohmygoodness.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-94275320028774163</id><published>2007-08-08T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:35:58.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and no more presentations!&lt;br /&gt;*heaves a HUGE sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was on the train to meet a seller yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, some guys are an extreme embarrassment to the entire male species.&lt;br /&gt;there was this perverted looking guy (small eyes, a teeny weeny bit of mustache)... yes, stereotyping, i know. but listen to what i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;there was this slim and not bad looking girl who walked past him and sat a few seats away from him.&lt;br /&gt;well, so this guy had his eyes fixated on her once she entered the train! and followed her to where she sat.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. it's fine if he just looked.&lt;br /&gt;but you could tell, from his LUSTY gaze, that he was mentally undressing her.&lt;br /&gt;after which he pulled up his shirt and showed his rolls of fat.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;AND AND.. that's not the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;he tried making a mound outta the zipper of his pants so his groin would look bigger (then he pointed at his - imaginary - enlarged equipment).&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;does he think that anyone would be interested in his groin?&lt;br /&gt;HAH. especially one belonging to a delusional guy like him.&lt;br /&gt;*waves hand in bitchy dismissal*&lt;br /&gt;he should get a life yo!&lt;br /&gt;rather than trying to use his "HUGE" equipment to attempt to get girls.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THINGS FIRST. he needs a plastic surgery before girls would even give him a second glance.&lt;br /&gt;#%^% and he has to learn that... girls are NOT sex toys.&lt;br /&gt;give us the respect we deserve, yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-94275320028774163?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/94275320028774163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=94275320028774163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/94275320028774163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/94275320028774163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-no-more-presentations-heaves-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5494741987682848396</id><published>2007-08-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:14:10.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just kill me. like REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting so irritated being the editor of this damn paper.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i can't freaking please EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;when i try to be nice to the reporters/subs, and not rush them as much as i would otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;i get rushed by the layout designer.&lt;br /&gt;when i rush the reporters/subs, they STILL don't keep to the deadlines, and i get rushed by the layout designer.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much i can do right?&lt;br /&gt;i can't go around beating people up just because they don't keep to my deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm getting now is FUCKING shit.&lt;br /&gt;pressure from the layout designer for the articles + pictures + captions + headlines.&lt;br /&gt;pressure from mr ramani + group members + self not to screw the entire thing up.&lt;br /&gt;pressure from my dad and mum "qr, go and sleep already!" like every 15minutes.&lt;br /&gt;tell them to stop it, and i get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK NOT LIKE I DON'T WANNA SLEEP RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;i'm rushing! like REALLY rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give me a break please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-5494741987682848396?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/5494741987682848396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=5494741987682848396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5494741987682848396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5494741987682848396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8445579652931030336</id><published>2007-08-04T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:40:47.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just heard from my dad about a case he has on hand now - he's prosecuting a lawyer for the law society.&lt;br /&gt;and i am seriously appalled at the lawyer's behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;lets take her name as C, since the name has to be protected for confidentiality.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;apparently she overcharges ALL her clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was once that she charged this client $29,000 for a simple divorce procedure.&lt;br /&gt;and by the time she got found out, the client has already (stupidly) paid her $17,000.&lt;br /&gt;but the worst thing is, C charged the client so much because she thought her client's (soon-to-be ex) husband is hella rich, so she could make a huge killing.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the $17,000 the client paid her was borrowed from her family and friends. and after paying the $17,000, the client really couldn't afford anymore. and guess what C did?&lt;br /&gt;she asked her client to apply for legal aid, or else.. "no money no talk"&lt;br /&gt;so this came to the attention of the law society, and my dad knocked C's billing down to $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;which means... she frigging overcharged her poor client by $24,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kns. how can a lawyer be so unscrupulous?&lt;br /&gt;this is not the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had another client who was, "quite pathetic", as quoted from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;this client was about 50, but had all those arthritis and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;she went to C for some legal help.&lt;br /&gt;C then charged her about $250,000!&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, innit?&lt;br /&gt;after the client paid her about $200,000 (once again, through loans and all that), she couldn't afford to fork out anymore money.&lt;br /&gt;C then let go of the case.&lt;br /&gt;but this was worse than the previous one, BECAUSE C HASN'T EVEN STARTED DOING ANYTHING FOR THAT POOR LADY!&lt;br /&gt;and now, according to my dad, that poor lady has started doing some small-scale karang guni "business" like collecting cardboard and selling them just to make a few bucks to feed herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... this woman is a lawyer, how can she be so unscrupulous?&lt;br /&gt;and how heartless and greedy can she get?&lt;br /&gt;squeezing everyone dry just to benefit herself and get her wallet fat with cash.&lt;br /&gt;people may put the blame on the clients, saying "walao, so stupid. you should have known her rates before consulting her what.."&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it's sooo not their fault.&lt;br /&gt;she's one freaking unstraightforward lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;on her list of rates, she charges by time (e.g. $300/hour), but when her clients go to her..&lt;br /&gt;she charges for every tiny thing, e.g. $1,500 for a filing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me thinks that the law society should just strip her of her lawyer title.&lt;br /&gt;however, i heard that that is not so because they have NO CONCRETE EVIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;*snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karma, C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope fate turns around and bites you in the ass for all the people you caused hurt to.&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/28209651-8445579652931030336?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8445579652931030336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8445579652931030336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8445579652931030336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8445579652931030336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-heard-from-my-dad-about-case-he.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2792077317550804516</id><published>2007-08-03T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:15:42.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and........&lt;br /&gt;the crap week is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;don't you guys feel really accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;we conquered IS, mm (partly), mrm, tv and advertising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really can't wait to gym. and train, of course.&lt;br /&gt;feel like one giant mountain of &lt;strike&gt;lard&lt;/strike&gt; soft muscles now.&lt;br /&gt;*sniffles*&lt;br /&gt;VAL! SHEEREEN! WHOEVER!&lt;br /&gt;GYM!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2792077317550804516?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/2792077317550804516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=2792077317550804516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2792077317550804516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2792077317550804516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/and.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7218751061938417332</id><published>2007-08-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:10:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freak it, screw it, kawaii it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- copyrighted by lexy loo. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mrm is done today! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;it's newswriting, tvprod and advert left.&lt;br /&gt;i realised this is a hella crazy week.&lt;br /&gt;5 deadlines - one everyday.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was loads of laughs today.&lt;br /&gt;for some unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;we (val, yinny, and i) actually went to the ARCADE.&lt;br /&gt;like how crazy can we get!?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this week to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next saturday's CANOE RELAY DUATHLON!&lt;br /&gt;gym please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7218751061938417332?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7218751061938417332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7218751061938417332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7218751061938417332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7218751061938417332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/08/freak-it-screw-it-kawaii-it-copyrighted.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-8757183085295681352</id><published>2007-07-30T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T19:29:50.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel so... alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-8757183085295681352?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/8757183085295681352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=8757183085295681352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8757183085295681352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/8757183085295681352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2823571546713755170</id><published>2007-07-30T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:10:01.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hella tired.&lt;br /&gt;i know everyone else is as well, but let me whine a little.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;save me from this crap.&lt;br /&gt;waking up every morning and struggling through the entire day with less than 4hours worth of sleep is absolute torture.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i may not be the only one going through this, but it doesn't make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end whine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, hang in there, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks off in a zombified manner*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2823571546713755170?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/2823571546713755170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=2823571546713755170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2823571546713755170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2823571546713755170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-hella-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6885736670541918196</id><published>2007-07-29T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:00:15.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, people make you wonder how the mama they got into mass comm.&lt;br /&gt;their written english is so fugging lousy i was on the verge of puking blood while reading.&lt;br /&gt;oh cool gang, cool gang.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs in disbelief*&lt;br /&gt;how i wish, some of you who don't do work yet get marks will be found out one day.&lt;br /&gt;i swear your articles required the most editing so far.&lt;br /&gt;and, goodness gracious me. &lt;br /&gt;what a good sub i have (not you, mel).&lt;br /&gt;the article that she claims she's subbed was soooo horrible i had to go through everything again.  and change practically 80% of the grammer and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;*drops dead*&lt;br /&gt;i've never marked anyone down in peer evaluation so far, but i swear my patience is running low.&lt;br /&gt;no way, and i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WAY&lt;/span&gt;, am i gonna get fucked up results thanks to uncooperative people in my group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6885736670541918196?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6885736670541918196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6885736670541918196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6885736670541918196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6885736670541918196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-people-make-you-wonder-how.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5669534695550454692</id><published>2007-07-27T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:33.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and it's finally the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;time for a breather, you may think.&lt;br /&gt;but NO. you have no idea how wrong you are.&lt;br /&gt;events to be covered on saturday, and MRM and MM to do throughout the entire weekend.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, at least i've only gotta make it through another week of insanity and it'll be time to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i HATE sending emails.&lt;br /&gt;so as to make things clearer for each member, emails are in COLOUR.&lt;br /&gt;and, it's sooo not as easy as it looks ok!&lt;br /&gt;val's record, she claims, stands at 1hour for one email.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i've never taken that long though.  only half an hour. &lt;br /&gt;but imagine sending ton of email like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqnT3LgCRII/AAAAAAAAAjw/vPmtqLH4pRg/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqnT3LgCRII/AAAAAAAAAjw/vPmtqLH4pRg/s320/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091833798652478594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse when you have to do it INDIVIDUALLY.&lt;br /&gt;RA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the pain is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sudden, sharp stabbing pains shoot through the lower back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, even the entire leg goes numb and i limp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck. the sinseh's prediction has come true.&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/28209651-5669534695550454692?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/5669534695550454692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=5669534695550454692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5669534695550454692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5669534695550454692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-its-finally-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqnT3LgCRII/AAAAAAAAAjw/vPmtqLH4pRg/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2275798013059616701</id><published>2007-07-23T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:38:32.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am currently in awe of newspaper editors.&lt;br /&gt;this is only a tiny east zone + NP newspaper and i am about to drop dead already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self of things to do:&lt;br /&gt;- newspaper project&lt;br /&gt;- advertising project SLIDES (omg lexy, STOP PROCRASTINATING)&lt;br /&gt;- tv script&lt;br /&gt;- bahasa indonesia roleplay + written test + reading test = 60%&lt;br /&gt;- media research project&lt;br /&gt;- media management project which i'm completely clueless about (fcuk what's wrong with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see, me thinks that i'll be going on a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;do continue tagging, as it'd be what spurs me on to finish my work. FAST.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, my loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2275798013059616701?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/2275798013059616701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=2275798013059616701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2275798013059616701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2275798013059616701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-currently-in-awe-of-newspaper.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6995602398401259640</id><published>2007-07-22T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, as promised, the update on yesterday's emceeing before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to masala art, this really fab north indian restaurant at peninsula plaza for tea (because we thought that we shouldn't rely on the wedding dinner, since we may be called off at the wrong time).  how wrong we were, because by the end of the night, both of our tummies ended up bloated like.... seahorses stomachs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, our food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr6bgCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAho/bx0PZ5UqHDg/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr6bgCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAho/bx0PZ5UqHDg/s320/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090030655417500530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my keema naan (mutton naan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr6rgCQ4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/jeeFbvh_6D0/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr6rgCQ4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/jeeFbvh_6D0/s320/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090030659712467842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our cheese naan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr67gCQ5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/t4sz-I5iNBg/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr67gCQ5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/t4sz-I5iNBg/s320/DSC00131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090030664007435154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our vegetable curry with cottage cheese.&lt;br /&gt;i swear the food was sooooo delicious sheereen and i shared the same sentiments -- we could die happy after that meal.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. everyone SHOULD (x100000) go try that place out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so we went back to the hotel and here's us before changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr7bgCQ6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/LHIJLR5XL24/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr7bgCQ6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/LHIJLR5XL24/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090030672597369762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes look extra tiny next to sheereen. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after changing, we were BORED to tears.&lt;br /&gt;because, it's weird how everyone were so... down and UNhyper before a WEDDING!&lt;br /&gt;and so, we decided to camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr77gCQ7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/kAkOoOkzyOE/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr77gCQ7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/kAkOoOkzyOE/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090030681187304370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheereen was wearing heels, and i was barefooted in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;*cough* what does this tell you, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so we started taking photos to tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;here goes... *takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time.. there was this girl who was modelling for chips more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuHrgCQ8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/oXauXtFKoI8/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuHrgCQ8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/oXauXtFKoI8/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090033082074022850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the process of modelling, she fell in love with chips more and thought of hiding it so that no one would be able to take it away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuH7gCQ9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3egT22Kits/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuH7gCQ9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/a3egT22Kits/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090033086368990162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there was this witch, whose amazing psychic powers sensed that the girl was about to do something dishonest. and so, she tried to get the packet of chips more back. the girl resisted with all her might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuIbgCQ-I/AAAAAAAAAig/gPIJ5vY0a-4/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuIbgCQ-I/AAAAAAAAAig/gPIJ5vY0a-4/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090033094958924770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the witch tried to tempt the girl away from chips more with .... pringles. and threatened her with some kungfu power moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuIrgCQ_I/AAAAAAAAAio/V17nPlSZ2fs/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuIrgCQ_I/AAAAAAAAAio/V17nPlSZ2fs/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090033099253892082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuJLgCRAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/piHrS9ohzOk/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNuJLgCRAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/piHrS9ohzOk/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090033107843826690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl retaliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNvIbgCRBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/k2z5j7A7XCI/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNvIbgCRBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/k2z5j7A7XCI/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090034194470552594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the witch, being a really cowardly one, died and became a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNvIrgCRCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JIZ8Od2rWog/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNvIrgCRCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JIZ8Od2rWog/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090034198765519906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't mention at the start that the girl was really terrified of spirits, did we? well, so she turned tails and ran.  but dropped the packet of chips more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNvI7gCRDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fQiYPQTY_5U/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNvI7gCRDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fQiYPQTY_5U/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090034203060487218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the witch saved the world! and got 4 packets of coffee as her reward. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNvJbgCREI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4o3Vx5Y2ixY/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNvJbgCREI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4o3Vx5Y2ixY/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090034211650421826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, dumb, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, what do you expect from people who were bored to tears, and imprisoned in a hotel room with NOTHING to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna rush off to bed already.&lt;br /&gt;so here're 2 pics to end with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNwQLgCRFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TKPCnvY84CA/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNwQLgCRFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TKPCnvY84CA/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090035427126166610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNzKrgCRHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/T5ae2ZhAPQI/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNzKrgCRHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/T5ae2ZhAPQI/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090038631171769458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm suddenly feeling quite $^@#%^(&amp;amp; about my newswriting.&lt;br /&gt;is it really that difficult to abide by deadlines?&lt;br /&gt;am currently wondering if i'm not strict enough.&lt;br /&gt;deadlines i give to the group members to hand in their articles to me aren't kept.&lt;br /&gt;and some of the work given to me, AFTER the deadline, is CRAP, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;but nemind, I CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;*nods vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;LEXY SHOW THEM YOUR (LIONESS) PROWESS OK!&lt;br /&gt;RA!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6995602398401259640?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6995602398401259640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6995602398401259640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6995602398401259640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6995602398401259640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-as-promised-update-on-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqNr6bgCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAho/bx0PZ5UqHDg/s72-c/DSC00129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2952415098185044521</id><published>2007-07-22T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:05:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall update on the emceeing stint just now... tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering, it went AWESOMELY WELL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, don't you wonder how sometimes, people really delude themselves to extreme ends?&lt;br /&gt;either that or they're just too sensitive to be told that they are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking of stuff while getting ready to go out just now..&lt;br /&gt;and my train of thought landed on.. lets call him A, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;well, cuz A behaved in a manner that i thought was wrong sometime early this week.&lt;br /&gt;and i told him just that.&lt;br /&gt;of course, he vehemently denied my not-so-accusatory talk and insisted that he wasn't wrong at all.&lt;br /&gt;however, when someone of higher authority agreed with me and told him so, he had nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;well, so i bumped into A in school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and i waved to him like nothing happened (although i was still quite unhappy with his behaviour).&lt;br /&gt;but still, let bygones by bygones right?&lt;br /&gt;this guy, however, would have ignored me if not for this junior of ours pointing me out to him.&lt;br /&gt;so instead, he gave this really patronising smile.&lt;br /&gt;i'd have preferred it if he'd have just ignored me though.&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking... just how petty could GUYS get?&lt;br /&gt;just how sensitive can people get?&lt;br /&gt;it's somewhat like.. telling people off in a work capacity.&lt;br /&gt;say, reprimanding them for disciplinary issues.&lt;br /&gt;however, it really amazes me how some people can be so sensitive/immature that they take it personally and hold a grudge against you after that.&lt;br /&gt;it's like the chinese saying, 公私分明... just that these people are unable to achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;is it really THAT difficult to separate work and personal life? o.O&lt;br /&gt;if you guys have any comments, please do tag.&lt;br /&gt;cuz the answer really eludes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2952415098185044521?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5867008369598611083</id><published>2007-07-20T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:37.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and it's finally the last day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;the (more or less) final time to enjoy before intense chionging starts.&lt;br /&gt;had PEPPER LUNCH with valerie yinny tckchngmok and airell.&lt;br /&gt;once again, pepper lunch = heaven.&lt;br /&gt;i know you guys may be waaayyy tired of hearing me say that.. BUT IT IS WHAT! :/&lt;br /&gt;people who don't like pepper lunch can go knock their head against a pillar (i was gonna name a lecturer of mine here, but am kinda worried she may sue me for defamation or something).&lt;br /&gt;ok, i digressed.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i felt so the very bright while out with them!&lt;br /&gt;it was hella scandalous, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqDRzdPmNEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/h7tBjROCqIY/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqDRzdPmNEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/h7tBjROCqIY/s320/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089298260882240578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the mokssinta scandal!?&lt;br /&gt;and another one is brewing already.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;these two ah.. they move from one scandal to another like it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqDRz9PmNFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pacfnQ4jNxU/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqDRz9PmNFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pacfnQ4jNxU/s320/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089298269472175186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THESE TWO.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. without looking at their bags or jackets, i think it'd be quite difficult to figure out which is airell and which is val.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. i guess that's how it is with (soon-to-be) couples.&lt;br /&gt;lets see when ziggy's prediction will come true.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, all these aside..&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;emceeing at a wedding tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;language? MANDARIN.&lt;br /&gt;yes, OMGWTFBBQ!? alexis is gonna emcee in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANDARIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:D i swear i'll be sucha huge flop if something impromptu comes up.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.. lets pray that my chinese base does not desert me in my time of need tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;$100 more in my account tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;it's been waaayy too long since i've had 3 digits in my account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-5867008369598611083?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/5867008369598611083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=5867008369598611083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5867008369598611083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5867008369598611083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-its-finally-last-day-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RqDRzdPmNEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/h7tBjROCqIY/s72-c/DSC00126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-4849163598322878289</id><published>2007-07-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:51:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;exercising 3 days in a row just damn near killed me today.&lt;br /&gt;was so zombified.&lt;br /&gt;and training today seemed overly difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;but still.. JIAYOU ALEXIS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that i should do up an events timetable kinda thing for newswriting!&lt;br /&gt;so that everyone will have an idea of what they're doing.. and WHEN TO SUBMIT THEIR ARTICLES.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm quite a lousy editor.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i've not been chasing after my reporters for their articles.&lt;br /&gt;HOW OH HOW!&lt;br /&gt;consultation with ramani tomorrow, and i have NOOO idea what he wants us to show him.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'd better go get something done, e.g. the EVENTS TABLE. :/&lt;br /&gt;*drops dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE TO SELF: NO MORE GYMING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STRENUOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; ON WEDNESDAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-4849163598322878289?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/4849163598322878289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=4849163598322878289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4849163598322878289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4849163598322878289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7284629028441418322</id><published>2007-07-18T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yinny has nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rp4uwtPmNDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MMi_zfGUqk4/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rp4uwtPmNDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MMi_zfGUqk4/s320/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088556043288851506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as some people will say.. "KAWAII!"&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;but yah lah, cute yinny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, GYMED WITH VAL JUST NOW!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. feeling accomplished, woman?&lt;br /&gt;we're on our way to becoming MUSCLE WOMEN!&lt;br /&gt;no more soft muscles.. HARD ones now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7284629028441418322?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7284629028441418322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7284629028441418322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7284629028441418322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7284629028441418322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/yinny-has-nice-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rp4uwtPmNDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MMi_zfGUqk4/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-5542228138340714489</id><published>2007-07-17T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:44:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone has problems of their own. &lt;br /&gt;it just puzzles me how people are so self-absorbed they don't try to see things from others' perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;is human nature really like that?&lt;br /&gt;i can't begin to describe how disheartening it is to see someone's goodwill just thrown back right smack into her face like that.&lt;br /&gt;even the coldest of hearts will go out to her.&lt;br /&gt;more so when you see, understand, and feel how she's feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-5542228138340714489?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/5542228138340714489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=5542228138340714489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5542228138340714489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/5542228138340714489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/everyone-has-problems-of-their-own.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6770105153107317400</id><published>2007-07-16T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:47:02.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://relayduathlon2007.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://relayduathlon2007.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;go join this!&lt;br /&gt;organised by NP's canoeing..&lt;br /&gt;it's a pair thing. 4km run per person, + 4 km canoeing.&lt;br /&gt;or 2km run per person + 2km canoeing for the novice category.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;got pulled by JOYCE THE BIMBOTIC HIPPO to join.&lt;br /&gt;am kinda apprehensive though.&lt;br /&gt;think i may just drop dead and die halfway through the run, or capsize and sink while canoeing..&lt;br /&gt;the rationale behind this conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;with the amount of &lt;strike&gt;flab&lt;/strike&gt; soft MUSCLES i have now... it's a great possibility that that may happen.&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;so, people, seeing as to how unfit me is taking part, YOU GUYS SHOULD JOIN TOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;go go go!&lt;br /&gt;and it's not only limited to NP people eh.&lt;br /&gt;so people like xiuxiu.. GO GRAB A FREN AND JOIN TOGETHER LAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;forgive my high-ness.&lt;br /&gt;just gymed with shureenie bimbo after goodnessknowshowlong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6770105153107317400?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6770105153107317400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6770105153107317400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6770105153107317400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6770105153107317400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/httprelayduathlon2007.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2129291957521235910</id><published>2007-07-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:38.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear being a journalist is not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;melody and i went to what they call "MOE DAIRY FARM ADVENTURE CENTRE" to get an article done for newswriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpnfWNPmNBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/N1s-djE1nrY/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpnfWNPmNBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/N1s-djE1nrY/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087342826696881170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at that mouldy sign, one would think that it's some hideyhole for spirits, with no sign of human life.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, while walking in, i half expected a shrieking pontianak or some wild man-eating dog to pop right out in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;it didn't help that i was with melody - the biggest bo ji girl ever. =P&lt;br /&gt;well, after we got our interviewee, we began the longest walk in our lives ever.&lt;br /&gt;i swear that dairy farm road, and the area around it, is akin to a DESERT.&lt;br /&gt;the cars that passed by could be counted with 2 hands man!&lt;br /&gt;but BUT, us being the ONES WHO PERSEVERE, finally got to the bus stop (after being roasted till we (ok, I) was dripping sweat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i met sheereen at about 8p.m. for CHEESE NAAN and script-writing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. in our humble opinion, we can be PROFESSIONAL EMCEES already. :D&lt;br /&gt;our script was GOOD, if i do say so myself...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this coming saturday when the wedding rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i got HOT PINK nails.&lt;br /&gt;gaudy, i know.. but it was kinda like a spur of the moment thing.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rpni-9PmNCI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-j9JWsG6Nec/s1600-h/DSC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/Rpni-9PmNCI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-j9JWsG6Nec/s320/DSC00053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087346825311433762" 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/28209651-2129291957521235910?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/2129291957521235910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=2129291957521235910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2129291957521235910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2129291957521235910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-swear-being-journalist-is-not-as-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpnfWNPmNBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/N1s-djE1nrY/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6755313838051092597</id><published>2007-07-13T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:59:06.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just saw llb's post on the ahscds blog about xiangying 2007.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't have visited it if not for yy talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;and i am, seriously and totally, appalled by the state ahscds is in now.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to it?&lt;br /&gt;everything that i loved in it seems to have changed.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, now, when i go back to visit, there is no longer the warm, familiar sense of a family.&lt;br /&gt;why don't they love cds as much as we did?&lt;br /&gt;they make it seem as though all they do for the cca now is just a job.&lt;br /&gt;i read through the tags that some of the juniors posted on the blog, and something hit me right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;says one of them "lol...yy not seniors can help our batch by explainin benefits or priorities of their respective comm. posts?"&lt;br /&gt;don't they understand that it's the passion that brings people to want to be in the committee?&lt;br /&gt;it's not the benefits they derive from whatever post they get, but rather, what they are willing to give.&lt;br /&gt;the initiative + commitment.&lt;br /&gt;if there's no passion, no love for the cca, how can you ever do the job properly?&lt;br /&gt;in fact, this applies to everything, and not just the cca.&lt;br /&gt;reading llb's post, talking about how many actors/actresses did not turn up for rehearsals... it came as sucha huge shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, we could stay till late at night, rehearsing the same thing over and over again just to achieve perfection. &lt;br /&gt;fuck stress and whatnot.  it was doing 0ur best that counted.  and yet, these juniors just flick their responsibility away without giving it the slightest thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they even sing the drama song with their soul?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a thoughtless mouthing of the words?&lt;br /&gt;为了今日的掌声，费劲不少的心血&lt;br /&gt;没有辛苦的耕耘，何来欣慰的收获。&lt;br /&gt;谁不曾在学习路上尝到失败与挫折，&lt;br /&gt;有谁不想成为明日耀眼的星星。&lt;br /&gt;忘了失败继续前行，世上没有做不到的事，&lt;br /&gt;戏剧工作虽然艰辛，我却坚持走下去。&lt;br /&gt;there's more, but my chinese cannot make it anymore, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i loved ahscds, and still do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't destroy the very essence of it -- the familiar atmosphere of passion and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-6755313838051092597?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6755313838051092597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6755313838051092597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6755313838051092597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6755313838051092597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-saw-llbs-post-on-ahscds-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-4439381407934343914</id><published>2007-07-12T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:08:41.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i must say, i'm dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time ever that i conked out once my head touched the pillow yday night.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick again, all thanks to pegpeg the horrendous ah ma who passed her germs to me.&lt;br /&gt;but still, training has been quite good so far. by so far, i mean this week, that is.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;there was loads that i wanted to say this afternoon, but.. well, i've forgotten all that i wanna say after training.&lt;br /&gt;RA-ness!&lt;br /&gt;muscles are aching like goodnessknowswhat.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i saw these few pictures of british signs.&lt;br /&gt;they are HILARIOUS. why can't signs in singapore be as creative and funny? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpZqG9PmM7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_se4a1dZoeE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpZqG9PmM7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_se4a1dZoeE/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086369496913294258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpZqHNPmM-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/zy_YafaGV_0/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpZqHNPmM-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/zy_YafaGV_0/s320/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086369501208261602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpZqHdPmM_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/mCjRyaD9Kh0/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpZqHdPmM_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/mCjRyaD9Kh0/s320/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086369505503228914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love pegpeg ah ma. :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/28209651-4439381407934343914?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/4439381407934343914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=4439381407934343914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4439381407934343914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/4439381407934343914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-i-must-say-im-dead-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2Oy-3RQAic/RpZqG9PmM7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_se4a1dZoeE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-6241039590926676184</id><published>2007-07-09T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:19:29.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heard this song on yuxuan's blog and i think the lyrics rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;""What did you learn at school today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's what the teachers used to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But they don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't understand, do they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do they always give advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Saying "Just be nice, always think twice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it's been a long since they had a teenage life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Teenage Life by Daz Sampson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only teachers, in fact, but all adults.&lt;br /&gt;it's about time they understand that it's already the 21st century, so stop comparing now and the past already.&lt;br /&gt;these adults want us to like... confide in them and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;and before you even get one sentence outta your mouth, they start going on giving advice/reprimanding you.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, just sometimes, it'd be good to have them just sit there and finish listening to what we say before they give their take on things.&lt;br /&gt;adults, if you happen to drop by randomly and read this..&lt;br /&gt;please think about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just a lil note before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;I READ ON PEARLYN'S BLOG THAT TOMMY WEE, THE HANDSOME, CHARMING EDITOR OF 8DAYS... IS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGLE&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/28209651-6241039590926676184?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/6241039590926676184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=6241039590926676184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6241039590926676184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/6241039590926676184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/heard-this-song-on-yuxuans-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-3331944983993105836</id><published>2007-07-08T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:38:43.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got home some time ago after supper with THE BATCH.&lt;br /&gt;it was love.&lt;br /&gt;watching xiang ying 2007 made me reminisce about the past.&lt;br /&gt;watching our juniors on stage made me miss being on it too.&lt;br /&gt;seeing the lights shine on them, hearing the applause from the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i was just part of the audience.  it just seemed so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;it was exciting being in the audience, watching xiang ying for the first time.. and yet, there was this intense feeling of being left out.&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the rehearsals together, the late nights, the rushing of props.&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the hard work we put in for xiang ying.&lt;br /&gt;and how, when the last curtain fell, know that all the effort we put in did not go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;when we all stood up to sing the drama song together with those on stage, i could feel the hot tears of yearning in my guts, threatening to spill over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAN YUYANG. XIANG YING 2009. ON US, OK? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-3331944983993105836?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/3331944983993105836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=3331944983993105836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3331944983993105836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/3331944983993105836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-got-home-some-time-ago-after.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-7320617015592840586</id><published>2007-07-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:34:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caught transformers just now..&lt;br /&gt;and i swear it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's the kinda movie that can bear watching two or three times.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i absolutely LUUURRRVVEEE bumblebee and optimus.&lt;br /&gt;especially bumblebee. HAHAHA sucha cute lil handicapped robot.&lt;br /&gt;and optimus is fab to the max! :D&lt;br /&gt;those who haven't caught it, you just HAVE to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a soldier now, after watching the movie!&lt;br /&gt;imagine running around in gunfire and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;seems so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the bus ride home after that was CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;because the bus was full, i ended up sitting at the last row, corner seat.&lt;br /&gt;right after i sat down, 3 people from a particular group came and sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder why people from that category stink soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;it's not just one or two, but almost all those from that category in spore stink the hell outta the world.&lt;br /&gt;air pollution. *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;and because the 3 of them packed me into the corner, i swear my nose nearly rotted off!&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;wonder what kinda soap they use, or if they even BATHE.&lt;br /&gt;their smell was really bile-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;i am in awe of my self-control.  my ability to hold puke in.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a great relief when they got off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;a minute or so after they left, i took a cautious sniff to my left (where they were sitting) and it was like.. OMGWTFBBQ the smell was still there! faint, yes.. but still present!&lt;br /&gt;it took like.. another few stops before the smell faded completely.&lt;br /&gt;BAH! smelly ppl should be banned from public transportation. *nods vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to meet up with THE BATCH tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-7320617015592840586?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/7320617015592840586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=7320617015592840586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7320617015592840586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/7320617015592840586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/caught-transformers-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-418169194344688898</id><published>2007-07-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:56:12.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Type: ESTP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are charming, and known for sweeping people off their feet.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex is fun and a great way to be in the moment with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are witty, generous, and flirty.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to ignore conflict and get bored with people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ISFJ or ISTJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. somehow the last sentence seemed so very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;don't you think it's really weird when people rush for buses/trains and yet don't give their all chasing after them?&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see people rushing after such public transportation, i'll take extra notice of them.&lt;br /&gt;and i just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;they are rushing for time, and "running" after the bus/train.&lt;br /&gt;yet, somehow, they seem to be taking their time.&lt;br /&gt;and when they miss the bus/train... they'll throw up their hands in a show of exasperation.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, they'll even gesture rudely at the unseeing bus drivers to show their unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;still, i think that it's their fault at times.&lt;br /&gt;saw this woman running after a bus just now. &lt;br /&gt;she caught it, because the uncle was nice enough to pause awhile to check if any others would like to board before driving off.&lt;br /&gt;when she was running towards the bus, however... hell, all i can say is that i can walk faster than that.&lt;br /&gt;she was waddling along, running in such a manner that allowed her hair to swing left and right.. you know.. like those models in advertisements...?&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is.. she isn't the only one behaving like that!  many other women do the same.&lt;br /&gt;PFFTT. like hello get a life?  you aren't shooting an advertisement, honey. you're attempting to catch a BUS!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, although it's really mean, i do so wish that the bus drivers will just drive off when they see people waddling towards them (caring more about their image than actually RUNNING).&lt;br /&gt;i think that they should learn.... from me. :D&lt;br /&gt;the few times i've chased after a bus.. KNS. i'll really sprint. and if the bus is about to move off.. HAH. i'll just bang my hand against the door.  the bus driver CONFIRM stop and open the door.&lt;br /&gt;even if they don't wanna bang on the door... AT LEAST RUN!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people think they are kings/queens and slowly running/sashaying towards the bus, flapping their arms.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, evil as it is... i'll snigger to myself when they miss the bus.&lt;br /&gt;serves them right, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-418169194344688898?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/418169194344688898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=418169194344688898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/418169194344688898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/418169194344688898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-love-type-estp-doer-in-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-2984962895446597545</id><published>2007-07-04T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:51:00.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;br /&gt;media management test has ended and we got back the finance test frm the hols.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling quite demoralised now.&lt;br /&gt;the last person in my class for mm.... *cough*val*cough* got HIGHER than me for the finance test!&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;VAL WHY LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;you should have done a good deed and helped me line the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we formed our newswriting group just now.&lt;br /&gt;wait, can't say that we FORMED it, cuz we were the leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;and i was made EDITOR.&lt;br /&gt;omg. i sincerely hope i won't screw up the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;*feels extremely worried*&lt;br /&gt;but i'm covering the SPORTS section!&lt;br /&gt;haha. that's the only thing i'm looking forward to, and the only thing that's getting me all hyped up over this assignment (albeit a lil anxious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be going to donate blood later!&lt;br /&gt;see how i feel by the end of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;this is an EXTREMELY random post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo sorry, mr. hottie tommy wee...&lt;br /&gt;it was just such a spontaneous thing i couldn't be bothered to think of an angle to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-2984962895446597545?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/2984962895446597545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=2984962895446597545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2984962895446597545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/2984962895446597545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-media-management-test-has-ended-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-1641987196989663805</id><published>2007-07-01T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:06:40.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>selamat malam!&lt;br /&gt;apa khabar?&lt;br /&gt;aku sudah habis homework bahasa indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;sekarang sudah jam tujuh.  sudah makan tak?&lt;br /&gt;jaga dirimu baik baik.&lt;br /&gt;selamat jalan! :D&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATION:&lt;br /&gt;good evening!&lt;br /&gt;how are you?&lt;br /&gt;i have finished my bahasa indonesia homework.&lt;br /&gt;it's already 7pm.  have you eaten?&lt;br /&gt;take good care of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;goodbye(to the one who's leaving)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i swear my brain's about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. never have i expected the indonesian language to have soooo much to remember.&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i went to MASALA ART at peninsula plaza to have north indian food for lunch just now!&lt;br /&gt;THE BUFFET'S SUCH A KILLER.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i ate till my stomach felt bloated.  like really really stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt even move without feeling like puking.&lt;br /&gt;but but, it was OH-SO-DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to go with me again!? :D&lt;br /&gt;and joshua the lovely INDIAN guy introed me a place at clarke quay which, according to him, sells absolutely good food. AND NAAN TOO!&lt;br /&gt;sheereen wanna go try it out someday?&lt;br /&gt;whee~&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-1641987196989663805?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/1641987196989663805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=1641987196989663805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1641987196989663805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/1641987196989663805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/07/selamat-malam-apa-khabar-aku-sudah.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28209651.post-245877095860846141</id><published>2007-06-30T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:59:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collected the $70 from the attica event.&lt;br /&gt;am on my way to saving money for a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;no more lousy, hanging, auto-shutdown, piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;BEGONE, 6280!&lt;br /&gt;oh and i signed up with the company as camp facilitators cuz they're in need of such now.&lt;br /&gt;plus interview on thurs with sheereen bimbo as wedding emcee!&lt;br /&gt;100bucks for one night.&lt;br /&gt;give me the money!&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;riverwalk tandoor tmr for NAAN.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;life is soooo good now after a crappy week.&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28209651-245877095860846141?l=sparkling-deception.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/feeds/245877095860846141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28209651&amp;postID=245877095860846141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/245877095860846141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28209651/posts/default/245877095860846141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparkling-deception.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-collected-70-from-attica-event.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkling89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03147816414187173198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
