<?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-7339122</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:10:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>εїз *darkalicious* εїз</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and you find that you still care for that person.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-8238218854328935275</id><published>2008-01-14T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:27:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year! :)</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post took a tad too long to post, but so! Since i've got the heart to do it, why not. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have decided to move back to blogspot as i find Cyworld's a bit troublesome. it keeps refreshing the page till i almost went mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did you guys spend your NY? was it fun and exciting? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for me, i spent it on the highway while on the way back from the airport. hehe. talk about exciting and happening. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then! i shall upload tons of pix as i'm tired to do the typing already. shall let the pictures do the talking. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-8238218854328935275?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/8238218854328935275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=8238218854328935275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/8238218854328935275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/8238218854328935275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year! :)'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-6045100362803709418</id><published>2007-06-19T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:52:33.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 22nd: First time to dine at KuishinBo, and with him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 24th: Day to meet his dad. Nervous! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 25th:&lt;br /&gt;We've met each for 11 days consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've never did anything like this with any of my previous r/s before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he brought me to meet his frens and family. and i dunno why i agreed so readily, when i've never did with anyone previously before. it's just... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really in lurve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ouch. i'm falling hard. &lt;/s&gt;i'm loving it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-6045100362803709418?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/6045100362803709418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=6045100362803709418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/6045100362803709418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/6045100362803709418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/06/summary-feb-22nd-first-time-to-dine-at.html' title=''/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-682872760974808699</id><published>2007-06-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:50:00.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-682872760974808699?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/682872760974808699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=682872760974808699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/682872760974808699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/682872760974808699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/06/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-7319834099388110015</id><published>2007-06-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:49:00.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE Concert</title><content type='html'>Hi ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to wwatch SHE concert later, in hope that i can catch wu zun right in front of my face! niahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by thinking of the thought makes my heart race faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, a side note apart from the concert, it's been some time since i last updated on you. the last time i updated was telling u that my bf just broke up with me on christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm recovering well, thank you very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm wondering if an equlibrium should be placed nearer to friends or family. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;maybe love.&lt;/s&gt; ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-7319834099388110015?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/7319834099388110015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=7319834099388110015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/7319834099388110015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/7319834099388110015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-concert.html' title='SHE Concert'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-5723773575953973265</id><published>2007-06-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:46:27.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday :)</title><content type='html'>jeannie and jinling gave me a door hanging which reads "LT ROOM" in pink (totally match my new purplish walls! :)), my colleagues gave me an angbao of 60bucks, a set of clothes and a cake, my bro gave me 2 raoul shirts. love 'em. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dint have an extremely happy birthday cuz jasmine teow's prepared a list of to-do list before she went on leave ON MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i really am appalled upon seeing her. arrrghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm gonna skive and prolly watch the news. good bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-5723773575953973265?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/5723773575953973265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=5723773575953973265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/5723773575953973265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/5723773575953973265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday :)'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-5729109210168420551</id><published>2007-06-18T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:10:42.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic 4 is simply fantastic</title><content type='html'>it's even better than Pirates of the Carribean and Shrek. i swear to God i'm telling the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched it with dear at AMK Hub. it was pretty cool except for the few black monkeys behind us. they were REALLY irritating, cuz they were swearing and talking like they're watching the show at home. mf. regardless of how racist i sound, i'm sorry, but i really do despise those who sat behind us the other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-5729109210168420551?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/5729109210168420551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=5729109210168420551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/5729109210168420551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/5729109210168420551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/06/fantastic-4-is-simply-fantastic.html' title='Fantastic 4 is simply fantastic'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-3723446129873966477</id><published>2007-06-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:07:38.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Fukuda's Bdae</title><content type='html'>Met up with jasmine teow together with mr fukuda after work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna give mr fukuda a treat as he always do the paying. and we went to the grand hyatt hotel to dine. it's a local cuisine buffet. the food's not exactly fantastic to me cuz they're all a tad cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like local foods which make me go slurping! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i still enjoyed myself very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've had cheese prata, chicken murtabak, rojak, fish, abalone mushroom, chilli crabs, egg tarts, pineapple tarts, mutton curry, chicken curry, you2 ji1 (loose translation: oil chicken, haha!) and lots more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my stomach looks like this ----&gt; O  !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and i just realised today that it's mr fukuda's birthday tmr, and we're gonna surprise him with a cake! :) hope he's gonna have a enjoyable birthday as i suppose he does not have exactly three thousand friends in singapore as he's from japan. he'll be 51 tmr! *giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last point to note, i miss dear dear even though i just last saw him on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a pretty weird feeling, you know???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-3723446129873966477?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/3723446129873966477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=3723446129873966477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/3723446129873966477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/3723446129873966477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/06/mr-fukudas-bdae.html' title='Mr. Fukuda&apos;s Bdae'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-6301175796874356227</id><published>2007-05-31T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:06:54.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to his house to clean up his 梳妆台.&lt;br /&gt;cleared trillions of rubbish. these are inclusive of his ex girlfriend's photos, his letters from his penpals(?!) and some receipts which you could date back from year 2005. imagine.&lt;br /&gt;indefinitely, dust and particles have set on whatever was on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, felt pretty happy that i could at least do something for him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Shrek 3 as well. i was pretty disappointed as it was not as good as Shrek and Shrek 2. Pirates of the caribbean 3 was not as good too. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-6301175796874356227?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/6301175796874356227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=6301175796874356227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/6301175796874356227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/6301175796874356227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-to-his-house-to-clean-up-his.html' title=''/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-2658877135928359935</id><published>2007-05-30T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:05:55.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Green Eye Monster</title><content type='html'>Green Eye Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bonkers yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;i guessed i murdered myself with the green in me. shouldnt have did that, but then, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanwei, dear's fren, added me in friendster. browsed his page, saw his pictures, and it was all with his wife-to-be. felt envious of the girl, and thought why dear hadnt have yet to add our pictures in his profile. digress starts, and the green-eye monster kicked in. hecalled, asking what happened as i was acting strange already. i did not want to speak to him on the phone already as i was starting to assume and presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hanging up the phone with him, i started to feel even angrier. "Why did dear not put our pictures in friendster?!". also, i was angry with him for not having to forget me while he's out, and that he's angrier when i did not message him when i'm out. i did not feel it was exactly fair to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i decided to be the "punisher". instead of the usual morning wake-up calls, i ignored the alarm which sounded for me to call him. i snoozed it, and went ahead with my make-up. he started calling, and i refused to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tried a lot of ways to contact me, but i still reject to answer his calls. reached the office, and he started to call my office. charlotte answered and i asked her to help with screening of calls. dear then called priscy. priscy called to my extension and asked me whatwas happening. from this moment, i burst out crying. i started to realise that i was being too much into ignoring him. but being the egoistic me, i didnt want to stop. i continued ignoring him, and i told the situation to Lois, my manager. she started to brainwash me, and told me that i shouldnt have done this to him. she said that i should give him a message and tell him i'm sorry for being this ridiculous. i did what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did not reply to that message of mine. this time, it was me who's like 热锅上的蚂蚁. called him, but he rejected my call. after that, i went for lunch with priscy. he called while i was on my way to meet her. he asked me what happened this morning, but i still (goondu) told him that i am not ready to tell him the reason. his turn to go bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met priscy and she chided me for being stupid. she said i should've told him what happened and that i shouldnt have ignored him further after my sorry message. he messaged priscy and said that he did not want to have a relationship that does not communicate. and he said i was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. then i sent him a message again, telling him that i was sorry for what i did and that i still love him. i mean, of cuz i DO love him, it's just that, prolly after so much assumptions that he might not like me, i start to act like a goner. thus it explains so much into avoiding his calls, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was late at night when the both of us reach home. cried even more worse while i was on the phone with him. am grateful that he forgived me, and gave me a chance to prove that i could still be his girlfriend. who could stand a daffy girlfriend who always tries to pick a fight just to attain attention? no one could really do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for him. for that, i love him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope in the future, things wont be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be able to care and shower him love and concern even more than what i did to my previous relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope this one will last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-2658877135928359935?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/2658877135928359935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=2658877135928359935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/2658877135928359935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/2658877135928359935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-green-eye-monster.html' title='Big Green Eye Monster'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-8988280859925645480</id><published>2007-05-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:05:14.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Met up with lijun and joyln. they're my poly mates. it was a good feeling, had seen them after so long, especially lijun... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them! :) went marina square, joyjoy treated us with KFC (my favourite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss them. hope can see them more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-8988280859925645480?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/8988280859925645480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=8988280859925645480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/8988280859925645480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/8988280859925645480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/05/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-4407993468910240456</id><published>2007-05-14T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:04:42.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Test: I PASSED!!! :)</title><content type='html'>i passed i passed i passed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd passed my freaking driving test!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHHOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update (17.05.07): he got me an iPod nano as promised as i've passed my test. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-4407993468910240456?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/4407993468910240456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=4407993468910240456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/4407993468910240456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/4407993468910240456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/05/driving-test-i-passed.html' title='Driving Test: I PASSED!!! :)'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-5639093303194063728</id><published>2007-05-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:03:38.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>i do not know why, but i should feel happy that i'm going on a trip with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what is wrong with me. promised him that i'll tell him whatever is in my mind, but what is happening to me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell him, but, me myself have no idea what i'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i thinking a tad toooo much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder high and low. after this post, i shall compare the similarities and differences between an aquarius from the scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, dear i still love you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-5639093303194063728?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/5639093303194063728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=5639093303194063728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/5639093303194063728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/5639093303194063728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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went to have dinner and amk macdonald's after that... i think conflicts are starting to rise these days.. just what is happening to us? :( i certainly do not wish for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anywayz! good news, my computer's revived and i've managed to dl the song i like! it's cupid's chokehold. it's damn good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, 5 more mins and i need to turn to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyelids are freaking heavy now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:showPicture("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch this show on wed, 25th. it's a damn good show. portrays how materialistic girls are these days. and i'm gonna say i'm any different. it's just that i'm still not able to really accept the fact if someone wants to do a plastic on her nose/cheeks/chin, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this show drills my eyes. they teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit, it's good.yawns. it's the middle of the night.&lt;div 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☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-2056393491466682472</id><published>2007-04-23T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:02:08.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>General</title><content type='html'>work has been keeping me busy ever since lois came to our centre. but i'm not really complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lois is very competent, to say the very least. she's transformed the office into a much "workable" and productive place. was shocked that both angie and charlotte is on MC today. damn. must they leave me alone in the lurch on a monday morning??? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that work has also prevented dear and myself from sms-ing and calling each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if this will pose as a problem in the later stage of our r/s.&lt;br /&gt;God, please help us.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i DO NOT want that to happen. but we're really busy with our work during the day!!! and at night we'll be too exhausted to talk. but dear had been keeping it a point tat no mattter what he'll still call me, regardless of how short or long the conversation is. hmmm, i really appreciate that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine teow came round at near 6pm today to collect her jacket. she's permed her hair! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-2056393491466682472?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/2056393491466682472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=2056393491466682472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/2056393491466682472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/2056393491466682472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/04/general.html' title='General'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-7639597874154073364</id><published>2007-04-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:01:34.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me the sleeping Goddess.</title><content type='html'>Went to dear's place... slept again, and he bought me my favourite tidbit for the time being: Caramel Corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you, that tidbit was so damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i woke up, his dad had already cooked dinner and we ate it together. then, we watched "The first Emperor". it was a pretty interesting show when i had to leave for home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr gotta start work again. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-7639597874154073364?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/7639597874154073364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=7639597874154073364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/7639597874154073364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/7639597874154073364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/04/call-me-sleeping-goddess.html' title='Call me the sleeping Goddess.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-4289575161753829797</id><published>2007-04-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:00:57.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanwei's bdae</title><content type='html'>Was supposed to meet dear at 5.30pm at Orchard. reached there on time, but he was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he told me to walk around the area and look for possible presents for Hanwei (his fren) first. however, i went to the toilet and spent most of my time there. cuz having to relief yourself is a hassle in Orchard during peak hours cuz you'll have to queue like MAD first before you're able to clinch a toilet bowl to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, he reached at 6...we went to eat at KFC, and i showered him with lots of dirty words, cuz i was really angry! but i PROMISE that i'll change and stop verbal abusing him. the thought of it just makes me feel so guilty. i'm sorry dear dear. i dint mean to scold all those things on you. :( i promise i'll change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went Zara to shop for a knit wear for Hanwei.. shopped around M)phosis then he realised that there was a HOLE in my tee. embarassed, he suggested that we go mango and take a look at some clothes to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found one at quite a pricy rate, $50 at it. with bling bling and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he paid. i seriously dint look out for that, cuz i did not want him to spend so much on me. but then again, he insisted, and i was touched. somehow or rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Breworkz to meet them. saw huifeng's injury, was pretty convinced that she'll recover well with Hanwei around.&lt;br /&gt;food tasted pretty sucky there. dint really enjoy my dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;and huifeng also told me that hanwei and herself might be getting married soon. they're looking at HDB flat now.&lt;br /&gt;was pretty bemused at why dear did not tell me. i wonder if i'm his gf at all. he said he dint tell his other frens, and kept from me too cuz the issue was not finalised. but i was thinking "hello! am i one of your guy frens too? you dont trust me or what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, i confronted him. i know it's just a small issue. but you know how sensitive i can be. i hate to be lied to and be kept in the dark. and hate ppl to be late too (albeit i'm always the late comer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anywayz, i wont blame the hyper-sensitivity on PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that the communication is there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-4289575161753829797?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/4289575161753829797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=4289575161753829797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/4289575161753829797'/><link rel='self' 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-7339122.post-8637622743116481434</id><published>2007-04-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:59:15.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Date + Celia's bdae</title><content type='html'>went to meet dear dear, clarence and sherry. had dinner at the german restaurant at vivocity which dear dear took me to during Vday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we parted with clarence and sherry and we met up with jasmine, my pri school fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed down to my other pri school fren, celia's 21st bday at pasir ris park. hung around for a while and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went supper with dear dear at our "favourite" amk central. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was end of story. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-2227715120310775842</id><published>2007-04-11T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:58:29.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh. my baby's fallen sick</title><content type='html'>Today dear dear asked if we could meet up, but since i've already promised my parents that i'll be home after work, i told him that i couldnt meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the afternoon, dear told me that he was having a fever then, and he'll be going home and seeing a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;then when i reached home, he told me that he's having high fever. of 39.7, i dont quite remember the temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling so guilty, stuck in between my family and him, and i eventually chosed to go and visit him, as he was having a fever. if it was a normal request, i wouldnt have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i hurried and took a cab there, and while in the cab, we chatted. he was feeling nostalgic and was saying that how his mom used to take care of him while he was sick, and he cried. i teared too, but without him knowing it. then i reached his place at around 8+, and touched his forehead. it was boiling hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placed a wet towel over his forehead and wanted him to rest, but apparently, he dint. i mean, of cuz i understand the discomfort of having someone watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pretty reluctant to go back home. the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-2227715120310775842?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.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-7339122.post-231294597178501190</id><published>2007-04-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:57:42.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma cook for da day! :)</title><content type='html'>Went to dear's place early morning. reached there at around 1045... then after awhile we got down to serious business: cooked sphgetti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy! :) though he kept complaining that this should be that and etc, i dont really care.. cuz at the end of the day, i know he still likes what i do. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, played with his ps3. haha.. won him quite a lot of times! but he did win me as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game ended after one and a half hour  and i went to sleep on his bed.. his pillow got a bit of his saliva smell.. yeeee.. haha. and i slept from 1430 till almost 1900. i think i'm turning innto a Goddess of sleeping.. haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later he surprised me with Jolin's concert tickets!!! i was really very shocked and surprised! he told me tat his cousin gave it to him and that he dint get the tix himself. but whichever the case, i'm happy to be able to watch it! and watch it with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks, baby! i love you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-231294597178501190?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/231294597178501190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=231294597178501190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;he surprised me with a box of strawberry pocky! muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came at around 3 and left at 10+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so soon and i'm starting to miss him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-2615088241241998435?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/2615088241241998435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=2615088241241998435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/2615088241241998435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/2615088241241998435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wish-upon-starr.html' title='i Wish upon a starr...'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-636317432394538440</id><published>2007-03-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:56:04.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To learn to save is a Virtue...</title><content type='html'>we went to create a savings account toggether, in hope that i'm able to save better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went orchard to catch two movies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first it was Teenage mutant ninja turtles. thought it will be a pretty good movie, albeit me sleeping during the first half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to watch Mr. Bean's holidays. it's just his usual antics, but it got me thinking that he kinda age quite a bit since i last see his old tv mads. well, i read from the papers that he might be retiring. think his joints cant perform as well as compared to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went home early. i wasnt feeling too well; flu and a tad of cough and headache. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-636317432394538440?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/636317432394538440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=636317432394538440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/636317432394538440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/636317432394538440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-learn-to-save-is-virtue.html' title='To learn to save is a Virtue...'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-7325586669457629793</id><published>2007-03-20T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:55:10.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So in Love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Today i took leave cuz i reached home so late ystd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took leave as well to accompany me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went sentosa and had rolling good time there... pix are all uploaded... check them out if you want! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dear... i promise that i'll try my best to save.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-7325586669457629793?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.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-7339122.post-8770722183661311022</id><published>2007-03-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:54:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to SG</title><content type='html'>landed on the singapore grounds from Thailand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear dear set off when i was at the airport of thai and went to look for me and waited for me under my void deck!!! so very touched so very happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after missing him for so long, the nostalgic kinda feeling has been gone! it's just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to Macdonald's when he gave me a photoframe with the picture of an ambiguous background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we went back home, and he told me to look at the pic carefully. i saw that it's the one which we took at bintan, and at the back of the pic were the pix of both of us! i then remembered there was once when we went out and i told him that i wanna develop the pix of ours when he stopped me. i'm soooo touched!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with him,&lt;br /&gt;i do not feel like working&lt;br /&gt;i do not feel like playing&lt;br /&gt;i do not feel like reading&lt;br /&gt;i do not feel like chilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do like playing, read with him, and chill out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. i wonder how i'm gonna do without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-8770722183661311022?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/8770722183661311022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=8770722183661311022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/8770722183661311022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/8770722183661311022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-sg.html' title='Back to SG'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-7794803450574566456</id><published>2007-03-14T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:54:00.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before i head for Bangkok... Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>met up with dear dear for the last time before i head for bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. the feeling's damn nostalgic. felt as though i can skip the trip and stay in sg with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, i actually cried, cuz i'm missing him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( help me! i'm too deeply in love! :((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-7794803450574566456?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/7794803450574566456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=7794803450574566456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/7794803450574566456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/7794803450574566456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/03/before-i-head-for-bangkok-nostalgic.html' title='Before i head for Bangkok... Nostalgic'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-5579326482954545713</id><published>2007-03-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:53:11.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonker's honkers</title><content type='html'>So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that i was hyperbly temperamental this afternoon and went bonkers on cecilia and priscy. i shouldnt have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i was not in the right of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or did my mind act how i had imagined it to be ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all's well. just that work is piling up everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-5579326482954545713?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/5579326482954545713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=5579326482954545713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/5579326482954545713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/5579326482954545713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2007/03/bonkers-honkers.html' title='Bonker&apos;s honkers'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-2153394423963401598</id><published>2007-02-14T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:50:53.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's 07</title><content type='html'>Was in office whole day on the 14th of Feb, Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he told me that he's busy when i thick-skinnedly asked for my vday present. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, a lady came by after lunch time with a bouquet of sunflowers and asked if Kelly is around. Angie and i went bewildered, and i could really see angie's eyes grow as of a goldfish's eyes. "kelly! it may be yours!". of course i was hoping that it was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then plucked up the courage (albeit eagerly) and asked which kelly it was for (even though there's only one kelly in the centre). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was for me!!! for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took over the bouquet from the lady and seearched frantically for any sign of love letter or card. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Dear Kelly,&lt;br /&gt;Hope this will surprise you&lt;br /&gt;G****"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy. am i surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came to my workplace to fetch me and he brought me to vivocity to dine at paulaner's. then he gave me another gift and told me to remember to wear it to bintan when we're there. i had thought what he'd bought for me, and in the end when i reached home and opened the gift, i see that it was a Giogio armani's parfume! love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hao-lianess aside, we had pig's trotters and some cheese pasta for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, having the glutton in me, i requested for deserts. bougght him a cuppa coffee, i had hot choc, and we shared a slice of strawberry cheesecake (i had almost 80% of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was so sweet. it was like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wont forget how i spent my first Vday with my loved one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want and need him to be in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-2153394423963401598?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/2153394423963401598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=2153394423963401598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/2153394423963401598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/2153394423963401598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-8647928453240730772</id><published>2006-12-20T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:48:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down-ner. :(</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure if i am having pms or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite sad with the way things are turning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today jemay put on a very nice smelling body cream, and she told me it's victoria's secret's body cream. but it's not wide selling in singapore, and i dont want to wait for so long for the shipping, so i went to ask jeannie to accompany me to buy the cream as jemay said that i could try far east plaza for the cream. but jeannie told me that bee-zai's waiting for her to dine together. then i told her, nevermind, i can go and get it alone. but then she said she'd already told bee-zai that she wont be going back home so early, so i'm thinking, 'why not?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met up at dhoby ghaut, and i'd promised her 19.30 and she'll be home, but in the end, when we got there, the shop's lacking of the particular scent that i want, and the shopkeeper introduced us to another shop. and we took a very long time to get to the shop. finally, it's 19.30 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made her late for the date with her sista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the train on our way back home, i asked her if she wants to have chocolate fondue(we agreed to have it someday when we're free) tmr, and she said it's up to me to decide, cuz everything she say is of no use. to quote, (literally translated from mandarin to english)she said:  'you want means you want, you dont want means you dont want. even if i say i wanna have it tmr and you say you dont want, we still wont be able to have it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that somehow broke my heart. there are times when i DO get things in my way, but for her, i really wanna just let her be happy and do the things she wanted. but what she'd said really broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to her, i'm an arrogant brat who gets everything she wants, and not the least considerate for others? i'm sorry, but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always follow what jinling and jeannie wants to do and wants to say. and whatever they want to do, they can get it and have it. does she even think of my feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone close commented that i'm not like the one she used to know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm seriously taking things too sensitive, or is really telling how she felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghs. what's so nice about this world? i've never taken a plane before. and i've always wanted to try. so does it mean that i am able to take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarrelled with sharon about a fortnight back. guess we arent friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling SUPERBLY lonely. am green-eyed about other girls who are sooo loveable and cheery. but me? i'm just an arrogant soul. arrghs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-8647928453240730772?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/8647928453240730772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=8647928453240730772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/8647928453240730772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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spend another 0.4k for the driving lessons. :( making me out to be a poor muppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what's next? what am i gonna do after a year from my job? am i gonna carry on studying? and be away from the "front-desk" bound job? i mean, i love my current job but it's just that it's a bit stagnant in here. and it's like, it's paying me low, but exploiting me to the fullest. and working with a demon; doesnt need me to explain more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another colleague of mine who took over me yesterday while i was on leave told me that she couldnt stand my branch. i mean, if she was here for only A day, she can imagine me spending months with the demon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do. blame it on the ill-fated luck i have. had tried to worship to every God, but nothing seem to work. maybe i'm just. poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  another big hole in my pocket. feel so lost and empty right at this moment. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-3259064635155844213</id><published>2006-10-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:41:42.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy :)</title><content type='html'>Hi people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i got a Harrods bear from my tenant! =p this is my first personal gift from a stranger so far! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight, i hope i can sell off my N70 successfully and get an N80 on thursday!!! darn happy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, jas told me that another stupid tenant of ours were demanding for the "pierced" wall (just a couple of SMMALL HOLES) and he's demanded for me and jas to get it fixed asap!!! he's bumming us for a couple of days already and he's nnot dead. i wish i can kick his balls when i see him. and he hasnt paid the security deposit for their rental yet!!!!!!!! arrrrghs. still dare to ask for SO much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-3259064635155844213?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/3259064635155844213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=3259064635155844213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/3259064635155844213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/3259064635155844213'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides, it's been long since i got my arse stuck to the tv set. imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going after the show!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115751992460588163?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115751992460588163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115751992460588163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115751992460588163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115751992460588163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-lovely-sam-soon.html' title='My Lovely Sam-soon'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115743159581826675</id><published>2006-09-05T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:46:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Irwin, Gone</title><content type='html'>Gone was his irritating Australian accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone was his so-dangerous acts with the crocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's such a poor thing also. not getting bitten by the crocs, but the venomous stingray.&lt;br /&gt;why. but i DO pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a waste to be gone from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know? gone , forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115743159581826675?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115743159581826675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115743159581826675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115743159581826675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115743159581826675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/09/steve-irwin-gone.html' title='Steve Irwin, Gone'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115622525305343072</id><published>2006-08-22T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:40:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine-whine</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl! bought 3 bottles of Sacred Hill recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please try it out if you chance upon one. It's orgasmic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115622525305343072?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115622525305343072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115622525305343072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115622525305343072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115622525305343072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/08/wine-whine.html' title='Wine-whine'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115441766590943708</id><published>2006-08-01T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:34:25.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You suck big time.</title><content type='html'>Forgive my crude header.&lt;br /&gt;But this is just what i wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u're not feeling good, u shove ur stuff to me.&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i can accept.&lt;br /&gt;you blardy...bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm real angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genuine care and concern is directed to a blind, "it's none of your business".&lt;br /&gt;fu*k you, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know that this and that is wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;well, screw off. i dont need this when u ARE in the wrong, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. correction. i dont wanna fu*k you.&lt;br /&gt;cuz you stink to the core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115441766590943708?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115441766590943708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115441766590943708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115441766590943708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115441766590943708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-suck-big-time.html' title='You suck big time.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115433875840176254</id><published>2006-07-31T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:39:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨过应该就会天晴吧?</title><content type='html'>Things are looking on the brighter side for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, a tad(!) brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will that spell "Luck"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post. ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115433875840176254?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115433875840176254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115433875840176254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115433875840176254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115433875840176254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_31.html' title='雨过应该就会天晴吧?'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115339036991267937</id><published>2006-07-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:12:49.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blardy hell.</title><content type='html'>Tamade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think i get these comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走着走着， 他就问我:"刚才他有没有教你胖小姐?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLARDY HELL。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他要走了还说:"减肥， 减肥!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115339036991267937?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115339036991267937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115339036991267937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115339036991267937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115339036991267937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/07/blardy-hell.html' title='Blardy hell.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115284030358654073</id><published>2006-07-14T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:25:03.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>It's not Daniel Powter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me, Kelly Wang Liting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad start for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, I came out late from the house. and when i reached the void deck and was about to step out, it started drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that. I wanted to go into the housing blocks since it's all covered up, so i decided to cross the road, and damn. i stepped onto the soft and pudgy grass patches. (luckily my heels arent soiled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went into the train. it was packed like 1000 pickles all squashed up in a milk bottle meant for babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And vrooooom it goes. Damn it. It suddenly stopped. and my ankles decided to bent, and my heels, too. i reached out for the indian guy on my right, grabbed his arms tight.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows another good samaritan (another indian guy on my left) tried to hold my left arm, but subconciously, i sorta gave my left arm a push back, and damn, he TOUCHED my underwire of my bra.&lt;br /&gt;After which, he even gestured for me to hold on to the railings he was holding on. -sob sob-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO EMBARRASSED i tell you i could've bashed the chinese guy up who looked at me as if i'm a weirdo. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's the start of my day. Think yours could've gotten any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115284030358654073?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115284030358654073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115284030358654073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115284030358654073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115284030358654073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115250523955351943</id><published>2006-07-10T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:20:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont normally see this.</title><content type='html'>Here's a special preview from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont normally see this elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this male counterpart of ours doesnt show off his dick that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try not to fantasize about him after you see his picture in near 10 sec's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5... Excited eyy? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are You Horny? HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/baby-ceral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115250523955351943?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115250523955351943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115250523955351943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115250523955351943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115250523955351943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-dont-normally-see-this.html' title='You dont normally see this.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115250222524183022</id><published>2006-07-10T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:30:25.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>消灾解难?</title><content type='html'>还以为礼拜六能够让我玩个尽兴，谁知道并没有此事的发生。&lt;br /&gt;不但少了5块钱，我还丧失了我的原本已经没有很小的腰围。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也还以为可以在礼拜天一大早就起身，和佳敏，金玲 及 佳敏的妹妹 一起吃早餐，&lt;br /&gt; 没想到我竟然睡到中午12才起来! 到了最后， 我们叫了外卖， 而且是Macdonald's &lt;br /&gt;喔。hehe。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到家里身心已疲惫不堪，所以连衣服都没烫，就跟妈妈一起做面模。做了面模便&lt;br /&gt;已经是凌晨12点了，洗把脸，刷了牙， 就倒头大睡。 &lt;br /&gt;今早原本不想来上班，可是还是硬着头皮， 咬紧牙根， 来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是还真后悔啊!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115250222524183022?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115250222524183022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115250222524183022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115250222524183022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115250222524183022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='消灾解难?'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115237273559718212</id><published>2006-07-08T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:36:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="9"&gt;I saw this graphic on joyln's friendster site, and was curious, went to check it out, and man! so many nice designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Come Get Your Graphics Over Here at Deap-Designs.com" src="http://www.deap-designs.com/myspace-dolls/candybardoll-graphics14.gif" border="0" superadblocker_image="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Come Get Your Graphics Over Here at Deap-Designs.com" src="http://www.deap-designs.com/myspace-dolls/candybardoll-graphics13.gif" border="0" superadblocker_image="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Come Get Your Graphics Over Here at Deap-Designs.com" src="http://www.deap-designs.com/myspace-dolls/cheer6.gif" border="0" superadblocker_image="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left" superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div superadblocker_div_firstlook="0" superadblocker_onmouseenter_hooked="0" superadblocker_onmove_hooked="0" superadblocker_div_elements="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deap-designs.com"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Come Get Your Graphics Over Here at Deap-Designs.com" src="http://www.deap-designs.com/myspace-dolls/candybardoll-graphics47.gif" border="0" superadblocker_image="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115237273559718212?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115237273559718212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115237273559718212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115237273559718212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115237273559718212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/07/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115183072334364600</id><published>2006-07-02T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:32:13.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh. Rain/Bi can be so versatile!</title><content type='html'>I'm so so so very amazed by this talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can sing in Japanese, Mandarin, English, and Korean.&lt;br /&gt;To think most singers cant even handle more than one language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in AWE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suave, aint he? *faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115183072334364600?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115183072334364600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115183072334364600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115183072334364600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115183072334364600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/07/gosh-rainbi-can-be-so-versatile.html' title='Gosh. Rain/Bi can be so versatile!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-115174523413624105</id><published>2006-07-01T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:13:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah---ChoooOoooOo!</title><content type='html'>Sneeze, sneeze. this sneeze-es hit me so suddenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am starting to dread going to work because we're in the new centre now, and our workload just seems to pile on even more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. and am damn irritated with the constant pop-ups from hotmail whilst checking my mails! wassup, Hotmail, do you allow users to be constantly bogged down by the stupid pop-ups and get us all affected by virus??? damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. talking about these just makes me feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, just to update you guys, we are fine. me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;because i believe in karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115174523413624105?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115174523413624105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115174523413624105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115174523413624105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115174523413624105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-chooooooooo.html' title='Ah---ChoooOoooOo!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-115107423565765528</id><published>2006-06-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:50:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day 20.06.2006</title><content type='html'>What a meaningful day to hold our graduation! 20062006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; officially&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; outta school now. I am no longer a student. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of a student is:&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;depends on spoon-feeding for homework&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoys so much time together with her girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; luffing her arse out,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who dreads going to lectures and attempts to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slap herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; awake during them,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who feels that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;south canteen's food is so goddamn cheap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and fj's so goddamn exp,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who dreads stepping into the workforce cuz she thinks that it's too stressful for her to handle,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who thinks that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; java and c++ suck to the core&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who feels that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the school lack good-lookers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who feels that the toilet cleaner auntie is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;too talkative and complains way too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who feels that &lt;strong&gt;Mr Okay-O is cute&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who feels like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slamming the mouse and keyboard hard when the programme doesnt work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one whose&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; palms sweat like a pig when doing presentation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; one who has to queue for toilet when it's already so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stinky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i miss being a student.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/P1030089.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/P1030090.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joy joy and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/P1030091.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joy, sarong, let-me-in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/P1030094.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;half miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 551px" height="640" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/P1030123.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posers. eric and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="426" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/P6200056.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guo quan, xiu yun, sarong, me, i'm-in-now, joy joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="426" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/P6200062.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those missing in action: lijun, sue, grace. aww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm missing my girlfriends at this very instant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-115107423565765528?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/115107423565765528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=115107423565765528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115107423565765528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/115107423565765528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/06/graduation-day-20062006.html' title='Graduation Day 20.06.2006'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114926362423746199</id><published>2006-06-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:53:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.</title><content type='html'>Hey people, so, as promised, pix will be uploaded. but! just to warn you that there'll be plenty of pix without a purpose for showing up on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loading this page may take trillions of years. you may have turned into a fossil already, but i dont really care. i'm just gay. BUT. i'm feeling the fatigue alr.... *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one happy event: i can access the internet at HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;double happiness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shop shops with jinling and jeannie at marina square - 20.05.2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/200520062223.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/200520062220.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/200520062218.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/200520062210.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weilian. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;outing with da gals - 26.05.2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/74ad56be.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/0172294e.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/986d2351.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;before haircut&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/220520062230.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;after haircut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/230520062274.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;dont see the difference? i dont expect you to. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;psa family day 28.05.2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/280520062331.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 422px" height="768" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/280520062335.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Sunset at escape.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Godiva Chocs - Yummy or Sinner?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 459px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/300520062340.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 541px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/300520062341.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 512px" height="768" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/300520062342.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="1200" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/300520062343.jpg" width="1229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Miscelleneous - Zavier Boy! =)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="768" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/230520062285.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="502" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/230520062295-003.jpg" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic is a bit grainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and.. that's all folks! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114926362423746199?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114926362423746199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114926362423746199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114926362423746199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114926362423746199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114889461583287558</id><published>2006-05-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:23:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oooo, your body, girl!"</title><content type='html'>N.B.: the above title has got NOTHING to do with the post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we girls have met up last fri, eating our heart out at suntec's kfc. their two-piece chicsare so goddamn small, a chicken itself would have gobbled it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharon was terribly late, we agreed to meet up at 1845, but she was caught up with work, and she reached at 1930-1945. how late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we proceeded to the esplanade and took gallions of pix. (i mean, yah, i noe gallion's to decribe water, but who cares?)shall upload the pix when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, just to inform you guys. i cant access the internet at home, so, u may hear from me a bitlater yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post, tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114889461583287558?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114889461583287558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114889461583287558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114889461583287558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114889461583287558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/05/oooo-your-body-girl.html' title='&quot;Oooo, your body, girl!&quot;'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114805605714866279</id><published>2006-05-20T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:27:37.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocated</title><content type='html'>avg of 6 calls per day, asking the same questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you busy?"&lt;br /&gt;"busy ah? dont want to talk to me tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how's ur 'watermelon'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you taking the lift alone? can you see blood dripping down the spirals? teeheehee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you home yet? want to chat on the phone tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i say, triple slabs of corny-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;you claim that want us to be just frens, and that you dint want to start liking me cuz u're afraid to "violate" the friendship that we have, but u're controlling my movements as though i'm your gf (i have to be thick-skin here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant expect me to be around and answering your calls when u're bored.&lt;br /&gt;i'm working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont even throw your tantrum on me and think that i'll sweet talk you back.&lt;br /&gt;i did before, because i thought i wasnt gonna give up our friendship that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm never gonna do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm "violating" the friendship that we HAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really honoured that you sent me to and fro from work, though u had to park ur bike over my house, and come all the way to sengkang to look for me. send me up to my house, and ride ur bike back to jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you offered to lunch with me at raffles place when u were at ang mo kio. had to make you stand and wait for seats to be free, and make you wait for me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really sweet of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i'm having bitter thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitter intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you blame everyone but yourself. and whatever you said was pretty "politically correct". and your comments of "hey, dont eat so much lar. you're getting fat." or "watch your diet lar..." or "your 'watermelon' will get bigger if you still eat so much" just dont do any favour for yourself to me. and i have to watch my trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna end this "friendship" of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i hope that u'll get my drift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114805605714866279?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114805605714866279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114805605714866279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114805605714866279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114805605714866279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/05/suffocated.html' title='Suffocated'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114684553334592767</id><published>2006-05-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:18:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days of working life</title><content type='html'>Life had been rather busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out on monday with jeannie and jinling. ate pizza hut. our favourite chicken ole bake rice. the thought of it just makes me drool at this very moment. &lt;em&gt;-slurps-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues&amp;wed went out with my parents, ystd night went to copthorne hotel to have seafood buffet with my new-found colleagues and then went for a couple of drinks with jemay and marlene(my colleagues) at zouk's winebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though marlene left slightly early cuz her husband came and fetch her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues was a super hectic day for us, as the building had suffered from power failure on monday, and we had received complaints from all the tenants that their power and/or internet and/or phone were not working. what a first day to start off work. and jemay jokingly asked if i'd offered my prayers before i left home. lol. well, i dint. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed was still orite; it was more of like, following jemay and having marlene teach me the skills of inquiring the excellence in phone-answering. some callers are ang moh, so i dint quite catch what they'd said. but it was still okay, cuz occasionally jemay and marlene dint either. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs... went to have dinner with my new colleagues, but the dinner was rather short, cuz we reached there at ard 7 and then we had the bill sent to us on 8 sharp. haiz, dint really enjoy, and dint manage to take photos. jemay den suggest tat we go to the winebar, and i thought, why not? so i just tagged along, with marlene, to the winebar. jemay ordered one bourbon coke light, but it was still the happy hour, so it came with another which was complimentary. and we chatted as if we dint noe the time and that i felt like i'd known jemay for a long time. it was like, i noe her since eons ago, and the chat seemed like a follow-up after not meeting for many years. and we decided to order another cup of vodka with 7-up, and she ordered her vodka with coke light. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, since i'm having my usual women's ailment, i struggled my way back home and decided that an update is absolute necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, and, and. i have to show you how pretty jemay is.&lt;br /&gt;well, she IS pretty. all the clients swarmed to her like bees to honey, and their trotting speed to her may be like 210km/h. i'm NOT exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well. no more suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u'll see how she look like soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean, SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="612" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/DSC00229.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fu*k. i look like i'm 50 on this photo. she looks like she's 16/19 or smth. arh, f*ck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/020520062021.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you see you see! i wont ever take photos with her no more. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="816" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/010520062018.jpg" width="923" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just look at the cheese. look how it stretched. like a rubber band. but has the effect of taking 10 ecstacy pills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/010520062017.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food which sent my taste buds to haven. and my heart to heaven. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="768" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/030520062022.jpg" width="699" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this picture is blur though. this is the sight which we(me and parents) saw in yishun on wed. the sight was pretty amazing because that's when you see the "riot-control" police cars and traffic police and hundreds of police men on duty to make sure there's order around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="816" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/280420061974.jpg" width="766" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my new bag. looks like it's granny's day out for me. hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="768" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Mymorngswiitindulgence.jpg" width="699" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sweet indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the past few days. =) yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following photo may make you feel sick. hahas. viewers' discretion is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 535px" height="640" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/050520062087.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm tellling the truth. no photoshop here! i mean, everything is original... i know you trust me cuz i still look horrendous. ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 468px" height="640" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/050520062070.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya. me again. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/280420061987.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hi. yah right, it's still me, with a botox-ed looking face. i just wanna look back at this photo when i'm really 50, and this will remind me of how i looked 30 yrs ago. wahahahhas. stiff man! i think i'll look the same to this pic when i'm 50, cuz by then, botox'll just be as common as drinking water everyday.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, ignore that disgusting-flesh-coloured straps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="480" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/230320061377-001.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i miss these arses. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114684553334592767?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114684553334592767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114684553334592767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114684553334592767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114684553334592767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/05/4-days-of-working-life.html' title='4 days of working life'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114649931539655851</id><published>2006-05-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:01:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scare-ded</title><content type='html'>In another &lt;strong&gt;7 hrs and 30 mins&lt;/strong&gt;, i'll be stepping into my second phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE WORKING LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the scene when i have to sqeeze into the already-packed mrt. and i may probably also have to tolerate humanes, who-are-so-lacked-of-sleep, to land their heavy skulls on mah shoulders. but well, i doubt i'll be getting a seat on the train too, considering that i get onboard at Yio Chu Kang station. &lt;em&gt;which is in the middle of somewhere and there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the scene when i get into the office and there is already loads of people waiting for me to answer the calls, photostat their documents, clean the vicinity, &lt;em&gt;lick boss' boots&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;soon,&lt;em&gt; i'll have to kick my own bucket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;touch-wood, though&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine the scene when i topples the enormous "watertank" over and spills it and floods the place. or when i topple/trip just as usual, in front of those ang mohs. &lt;em&gt;or when i gabble and gabs and gurgles the saliva outta my mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, lemme me stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and oh yah. a note to remind everyone again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE WORKING LIFE&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY NO LIFE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;☆¨*·¤.,.~·**¯`·*♡*·´¯**·~.,.¤·*¨☆ *★·´¯`·☆*·´¯`·*★*·´¯`·*☆&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;election day is on 6th may'06. it may be non of my business, but guess who i'll vote for if he's in for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/aniki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am i cool or what?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114649931539655851?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114649931539655851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114649931539655851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114649931539655851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114649931539655851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/05/scare-ded.html' title='Scare-ded'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114629158224762943</id><published>2006-04-29T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:19:42.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrugs</title><content type='html'>What's life after graduation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, maybe further studies, work, work, work, work, get married, have children, watch children grow up healthily and happily, have greeat understanding and trust between my husband and i, indisposeness to getting sick, and finally, dying, but with plenty of great-grand children beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second phase of life is starting soon, on the 2nd of may. i'll be working as a customer service exec. sounds delicious? i dunno. the comp is giving $250/yr for us to buy some standard black jackets and skirts. and the director INSISTS that we wear skirts. hmmm. i udnno why. prolly cuz we'll look more feminine and demure and approachable in skirts? a humongous question mark is drifting all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be enrolling into SIM, taking up its Deg. in IT. and if the application is successful,  i'll be having intensive lectures and tutorials for two weeks per month, mon-fri at 7-10, and sats at 9-4, i doubt i have the ability to juggle between work and study and not even to mention to be able to live till the day i see my great grandchildren. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the talk about several men messaging me at the same time. they've all seemed to disappeared at the same time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these peace and tranquility is making me feel strident. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114629158224762943?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114629158224762943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114629158224762943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114629158224762943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114629158224762943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/04/shrugs.html' title='Shrugs'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114552625233189827</id><published>2006-04-20T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:15:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On MSN today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/T54-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my display picture(dp). then. =p&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;me: hey joy, i think i look like you dp.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/joydp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joy's dp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;joy: if you look like my dp, then i'll look like ur dp's gf. lol&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i scurried to do some changes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;me: you mean u're his gf? wahahhahahhahahaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/freak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my current dp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tadah! this is the joke of the century! muahahahahhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after this... there's even more funnier stuff comin' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;sharon, next mth wan to sing karoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyln says:&lt;br /&gt;i asking some ques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;SURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lai lai lai&lt;/em&gt; (meaning, come come come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u plan hao ma?&lt;/em&gt; (meaning, you plan okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;next mth then organise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;have to for xy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;o ya, everyone.....i go the flea market thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;at the orchard cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;ok.. hey i cant control le i must go watch yu le bai fen bai liaoooooooooo.. tooooooooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;temoting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;temothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♡´¯`·.¸¸.εїз*Liting*εїз.¸¸.¤´¯`¤.¸¸.♡ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyln says:&lt;br /&gt;she wan to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tempting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;no one see wat i type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;tempting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♡´¯`·.¸¸.εїз*Liting*εїз.¸¸.¤´¯`¤.¸¸.♡ says:&lt;br /&gt;flea market/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;ok its commercial now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♡´¯`·.¸¸.εїз*Liting*εїз.¸¸.¤´¯`¤.¸¸.♡ says:&lt;br /&gt;what abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAD FLEEEEEA MARKET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don like FLEAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;not fleas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;rent the stall and sell the things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;that FLEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i not selling fleas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;is next mth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sharon* says:&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;muz can buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♡´¯`·.¸¸.εїз*Liting*εїз.¸¸.¤´¯`¤.¸¸.♡ says:&lt;br /&gt;wahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♡´¯`·.¸¸.εїз*Liting*εїз.¸¸.¤´¯`¤.¸¸.♡ says:&lt;br /&gt;lijun said "not selling fleas"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sell the things , not the fleas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;sina(typo, and it means bored in hokkien slang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lijun says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end. lijun gave up selling the fleas to us. hahahhaas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114552625233189827?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114552625233189827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114552625233189827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114552625233189827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114552625233189827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-msn-today.html' title='On MSN today'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114534703449080091</id><published>2006-04-18T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:57:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded.</title><content type='html'>I've decided that the title of this entry is totally superfluous, so, i'm quite comfortable with settling it down with the feeling i have now. Stranded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stranded at home, on this lonely, rainy, cooling, boring tuesday afternoon. YET, i've got no time to spare, cuz i'll be uploading tonnes and tonnes of pix for my beloved-increased-readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i couldnt miss mentioning how nice of celia and shiyun. Kudos to you guys that my counter is jumping 1*1 more. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a TOTALLY IRRELEVANT note, in the benefit of myself, and some readers who love me so much, i shall post the pix ALL up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE VERY AFRAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.04.2006 - Having lunch with mom and bro&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have our lunch, and then to the library. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 424px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/100420061695.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/100420061696-002.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and bro. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/100420061701.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/100420061703.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mediocre food, compared to his. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.04.2006 - Jeannie, Jinling and Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeannie and jinling came over to my place, cuz i'm so lazy to go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that i had a crave for fries and we trotted our way to the market! and for additional incentives are this colorful drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="1200" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/110420061722.jpg" width="1436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these can instruct traffic. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.04.2006 &amp; 15.04.2006 - At Jeannie's Place&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/150420061793.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what lar. i noe my face is as big as the one in front of it. teeheehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/150420061795.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jeannifer, jeannie's sis, whom we affectionately call her Ah Bee(bestowed by jeannie). she's a cutie. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these toils of boring surfings of the net, watching of dvds, me and ah bee finally decided that we can do something more lucrative. we rushed down to the shophouses downstairs, paid one-fifty, and got a pump and some balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what for? i tell you, it's play time! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/150420061800.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see or not. look at our face. it says:"SMUG". hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we decorated these lovely b-loons ourselves. artistic heh? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 436px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/150420061816.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the water-balloons which resembled like jellybeans on da loose. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="793" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/150420061836.jpg" width="1120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jinling and ah bee proclaims:"We're flying!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this entry shall end. again, so abruptly. hahas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114534703449080091?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114534703449080091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114534703449080091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114534703449080091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114534703449080091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/04/stranded.html' title='Stranded.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114503063930827464</id><published>2006-04-14T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:03:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpersonal Relationships</title><content type='html'>Why but i do get all these shits at this time? it's getting eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several men messaging me, asking me how was i doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hating this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's either that i'm extremely lonely, or that i'm extremely occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not liking these.&lt;br /&gt;and they're messaging w/o any purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what on earth, does this serve on? no purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blabbering like a mad woman now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a life! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw. i may be considering furthering my studies. sounds futile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114503063930827464?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114503063930827464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114503063930827464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114503063930827464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114503063930827464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/04/interpersonal-relationships.html' title='Interpersonal Relationships'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114468547552216488</id><published>2006-04-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:11:19.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'd be wow-ed.</title><content type='html'>Went out with my fellow secondary school classmates today. felt so refreshing. but was a bit topic-less though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is a pic which i took while we were KTV-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/090420061629.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wendy and i =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest from here were from boat quay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/090420061649.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me wendy jeannie =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/090420061652.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da bungy ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/090420061665.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the beautiful scenery of boat quay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 490px" height="800" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/090420061655.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me, on da starry starry path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 440px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/090420061666.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the water which felt like it was from the water-cooler. freaking chilling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/090420061672.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me jeannie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that comes to the end of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buT! i still have eye-candies for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: proceed with caution. the below may lead you to a nose-bleed session. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="170" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/t58.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/t49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/t61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/t59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;final note: are you thirsty? teeeheeeheee. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114468547552216488?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114468547552216488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114468547552216488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114468547552216488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114468547552216488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/04/youd-be-wow-ed.html' title='you&apos;d be wow-ed.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114443049243670999</id><published>2006-04-08T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:21:32.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix Pixxx and more Pixxxx!</title><content type='html'>LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i name today as International Pixx Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware. the following content may lead you to diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061526.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check check. check your right eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061515.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check check. then, check your LEFT eye. perfectly fine? proceed with caution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061521.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check check. check your right face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061511.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check check. check your left face, and play posie if you want. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061485.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ARRRRR...* fine, seems to me that you've got perfect set of teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061488.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you sure? okay then. it'll be acting cute time! eyy what. i'm cute already hor. i almost forgot!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061489.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what can i say... i'm born with perfect teeth. any takers for making me the lead for toothpaste commercials?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: not bad. okay, i'll take you, provided if you take a co-pic with me. okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061517.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"errr. okay lar. just one okay. more than that, i'll charge. oh, btw, dont be shocked. my lips are painted blood red by that auntie behind me. see how vain i am. muahahahas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/040420061504.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: okay fine. and now you'll appear in the commercial ad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;presenting &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="47" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/darlie.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tadah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;muahahahhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's a bit blur though. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114443049243670999?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114443049243670999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114443049243670999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114443049243670999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114443049243670999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/04/pix-pixxx-and-more-pixxxx.html' title='Pix Pixxx and more Pixxxx!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114405540861190277</id><published>2006-04-03T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:10:08.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You!</title><content type='html'>Aww. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading back to my old posts. haha&lt;br /&gt;But i realised i sound kinda sad and angry. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i wanna be happy! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to hypnotise myself. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some happy thoughts: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! hahas, and i'm self-amusing right now. well. i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be jumpy and happy! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahas. no, i'm not a mad woman. haha (?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a funny pic for you to LOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="288" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Picture036.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Liting: i'm a man! i'm a man. and grace ssays "NO" behind me with her face covered. HAHAHAHAs! =) =) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114405540861190277?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114405540861190277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114405540861190277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114405540861190277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114405540861190277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-you.html' title='Hey You!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-114405270892602573</id><published>2006-04-03T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:25:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>Went to sao-mu(to literally translate this to mandarin, it should be "sweep-tomb") yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was dead beat after all the burnings of incense sticks and papers. and i hope everything will be okay for me this year, with all my ancestors' blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite bored with my old, pink skin for this blog. and thus i decided that a revamp is absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;so. how is this new skin of mine? like it? hate it? flood me with your comments. it's open to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check the poll out at the sidebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114405270892602573?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114405270892602573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114405270892602573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114405270892602573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114405270892602573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114329736201827730</id><published>2006-03-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:47:11.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>Wow. double Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my entries are like, Lost, and then, Found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dint noe that, until Joyln double-checked for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also pretty frustrated, cuz finding jobs are such a tedious task these days. what is happening to the economic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, the degree/bachelor holders are vying the posts with US. diploma holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassup with them man. cant the management like, stretch their school term? i'm appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114329736201827730?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114329736201827730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114329736201827730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114329736201827730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114329736201827730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/03/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114265402847102820</id><published>2006-03-18T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:28:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazed</title><content type='html'>Yawns. I'm so overwhelmed by the millions and millions of couple on the streets and in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like everyone can get hitched and can be so happily together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not going to take pity on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I'm just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to overcome this calamity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114265402847102820?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114265402847102820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114265402847102820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114265402847102820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114265402847102820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazed.html' title='Crazed'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114249812349225066</id><published>2006-03-16T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:50:56.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going to the zoo,zoo zoo. how about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/a&gt; took such a long time to upload my pictures that i went to other blogster's page, and managed to browse through its entirety(*doesnt have this word? i dont care. coz i find no vocab anymore.). and when i return to photobucket, the pix are still not upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not getting petrified and cold-feet, are u? trying to leave this site? nooooooooo. dont. i'll entertain you with some boring texts for now then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while the pix get uploaded, i'll just tell you how i started my day. alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dragged. (*at this point, the pix are finally uploaded.) till 0920. and scurried off to bath. prepared, and went out for my driving lesson. it was my &lt;strong&gt;7th&lt;/strong&gt; driving lesson so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, the saying goes, "&lt;em&gt;so far so good&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;strong&gt;this saying DOESNT apply to me.&lt;/strong&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instructor made me do loads of right-turning today. till i was kinda sick of it. but den again, it was cuz today's lesson&lt;strong&gt; IS&lt;/strong&gt; focused on right-turning. i wonder why i'm dreading it so much. and i figured out almost immediately after that. because i'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; doing a good job at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turnings.&lt;/strong&gt; turning. &lt;strong&gt;turn&lt;/strong&gt;. turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at it, i mean, turnings. &lt;strong&gt;BUT!&lt;/strong&gt; the instructor praised that i'm actually quite accurate with my low-speed control. &lt;strong&gt;HEEE.&lt;/strong&gt; dont even suspect. i'm typing this in mid-air, cuz the thought of the praise actually lifted me up, high innn theee aiiirrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot. and i took a walk back home. and it almost felt like i was treading through the Sahara Desert. i was soaked in my clothes! darn hot. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm presenting to you Tonnes and tonnes of photos. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14.03.2006 - Zoo Dayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1004.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arrival at the zoo. &lt;strong&gt;we're so excited!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="360" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1077.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yawns. you ARE excited, but i'm not. i need my beauty sleep! and wait. gimme back my bolster. *grrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1009.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'll need this. in case you get lost by all the blindings by the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just then, jinling and jeannie had an encounter with a croc. BUT! the croc seem to love them, though. it allowed them to sit on it's back, and jinling stroked it as a form of appraisal in return. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1007.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jinling: Be a good boy okay? i'll take it on a date, if you behave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, while jinling is still busy flirting with the croc, i had MY encounter with the other one. his name is crocodile. i had a VERY had time taming it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1008.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you actually see it? crocodile's mouth is actually smaller than mine. Scary...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, we saw something black. in the mid-air. quite forgotten what's it called, but i'll just call it monkey-brain. same what. it was a counterpart of the monkey mah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="344" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1011.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monkey-brain: you good. you good. call me monkey-brain? i'm a flying bird okay! just that i got stuck on some long-long stuff of a tree. -yah right. u're really a monkey-brain.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haiz. i'm actually quite exhausted narrating the pix. so. i'll just dump everything in here, and you try to think of the stories yourself okay? be good, children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="360" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1041.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;white-rhino: ouch, i got sun-burnt! and take a look at my dung. i had plenty of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1037.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;polar bear: i'm &lt;em&gt;freeeee&lt;/em&gt;, like a &lt;strong&gt;bird!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jinling+jeannie: oei. there's something behind us. WAH! it's the beeeaaaarrrr! 3m tall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1050.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zebra crossing. Not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1047.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leopard: Hear me roar! grrrrrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image1036.jpg" width="597" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pig: what? you wanna know who am i? i'm a pig. i'm a pig. i'm a .... snort. ZzZzZzZzzzZzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="300" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/HPIM1062.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;giraffe: i'm trying to pose like statue of liberty. see my other counterparts. they're so not vain. -batters eyelashes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 539px" height="1024" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image1037.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;penguin: -sings- It's gettin' cold in here, so put on all your clothes! -shivers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 424px" height="768" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image1029.jpg" width="582" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baby goats: where's mommy? i want milkkkk! i'm hungrrrrrry! -searches around frantically-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;14.03.2006 - Sembawang Beach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image1104.jpg" width="478" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jinling to jeannie: oei. why you so happy har? there's something beside me you know. quite haunting. -shiverss-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image1105.jpg" width="484" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jinling: ERRRRK! it's her! it's her! -petrified-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright ppl. i'm gonna stop here abruptly as forever. i'm going to get my b.e.a.utiful sleep already. i'm darn lethargic! =) see you again, soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114249812349225066?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114249812349225066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114249812349225066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114249812349225066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114249812349225066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/03/were-going-to-zoozoo-zoo-how-about-you.html' title='We&apos;re going to the zoo,zoo zoo. how about you?'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114218057075574358</id><published>2006-03-12T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:26:08.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-grad</title><content type='html'>Right. on fri, 10-03-2006, the day which marked the end of my school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means that i'll have to commit myself to countless years of slogging of work. then, old age, and finally dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that'll mean i'll have no life, no happiness, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS, if i managed to get to work at hotels and etc. in fact, i'd love to. but i donno where to start. i wonder which company will take me in, when i dont even have my cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, enough of worrying. i think it's boring you quite a bit with all my complaining. well, here goes. plenty of pix. and it'll be ur turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image863.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the miraculous piece of ice. that sticks onto the stick!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ignore the pun, IF you think there is one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image864.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weird ppl. btw, introduce you to this newbie in the middle. she's bimi! =) she's been through all the thick and thins with me during FYPJ. lucky i have her, if not i think i'll just die during this period. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image867.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont say i dint warn you before hand. this will be the part where all the &lt;a href="#cw"&gt;*cam-whoring&lt;/a&gt; starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 442px" height="800" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image869.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bimi and jinling. in da blk L's lift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 608px" height="800" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image870.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me alone in da lift. you must be thinking, "oei, get a life lar. take pix in lift for what!" well. i'm thinking the same thing too! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image879.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in front of blk L. da mini garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image884.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da biatches acting cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image896.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with my lab-mates. hahas. i'm making myself sound like the "inmates". wahahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image893.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this sharon, aka sarong, aka ghost, aka whatever-you-can-think-of, came. and of course, what's there not to &lt;a href="#cw"&gt;*cam-whore&lt;/a&gt; about? lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image898.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;off to carl's jr after school! with bimi and jinling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then. on 11-03-2006. went out with family to miramar hotel to eat. heard from sec bro that this jap restaurant ranks second on the internet. well, i thought it was still okay, cuz they serve almost everything with salmon! i love salmon, but after that meal, i'm thinking twice. lol. dint manage to take much photos though. i was rather busy eating. but well. i managed to get one eye-candy for you. behold!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;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 href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image950.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the appetizer. does it look appetizing? hahaas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;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 href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/11.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awww. so chweet. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;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 name="cw"&gt;ps.: i got this term from either &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia/com"&gt;kennysia.com&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;the end.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114218057075574358?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114218057075574358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114218057075574358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114218057075574358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114218057075574358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-grad.html' title='Post-grad'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114169714657549152</id><published>2006-03-07T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:05:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>Today shall be my doom's day. i'm gonna present my proj to the lecturers today, yet nothing came out. well, came be blamed. i dint really do my part. just hope that the lecturers will gimme some marks outta sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. good idea. i shall bring in some clutches from the Drama club in my school. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, silly thoughts aside. on a totally irrelevant note, i thought u might be intrested in this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/pic12993.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and some eye-candy for u. TERENCE CAOOOooooOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/phpVxKxMz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114169714657549152?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114169714657549152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114169714657549152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114169714657549152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114169714657549152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114077192127290141</id><published>2006-02-24T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:05:21.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny Sia fever</title><content type='html'>now now now. i'm in the hots of reading kennysia.com, that i'm so addicted to it! i've been doing it since yesterday evening, and now, the whole of today, i've been reading and reading and reading! he's really hilarious, and are quick on his wits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also did a quiz of his, which is darn true! now now now. i shall address him as KennySmart. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Congratulations Liting, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scarlett Ting&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://joewei.blogspot.com"&gt;joewei.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are independent, smart and beautiful. Its too bad you don't see that yourself because life's little difficulties brought down a lot of your self confidence. As a result, you talk cryptic and you don't trust people easily. You care a lot for your friends and your loved ones, sometimes even more than you care for yourself, although they don't always seem to appreciate it. Don't let that affect you. As the saying goes, you don't miss the water till the well runs dry. So hang in there, you're a star in the making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114077192127290141?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114077192127290141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114077192127290141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114077192127290141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114077192127290141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/kenny-sia-fever.html' title='Kenny Sia fever'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114070591646345821</id><published>2006-02-23T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:45:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher, Miss Wang.</title><content type='html'>Now, how do you spell bias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the spelling that i know of, but remember, to put ur caps on before u type it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;. And this is what u get: &lt;strong&gt;BIAS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and this is in present tense. Although, I hope that I can spell it in past tense. But no. It's in &lt;strong&gt;PRESENT&lt;/strong&gt; tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ask me. What constitutes to &lt;strong&gt;BIAS&lt;/strong&gt;ity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be equivalent to &lt;em&gt;Dad&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&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, and I forgot to introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mistake me as a jealous freak.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking-jealous-ed-up teacher, Miss Wang.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm simply exhausted. i feel like running away... away from these unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114070591646345821?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114070591646345821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114070591646345821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114070591646345821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114070591646345821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/teacher-miss-wang.html' title='Teacher, Miss Wang.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114036388429480037</id><published>2006-02-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:14:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entries that were forgotten to update. -chuckx-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahas! all these are gonna take a supremely long time to load! =p but i dont care, i'm still showing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;04.02.2006 - Yipee's birthday!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;out to furama! yepz yepsz!&lt;br /&gt;furama's carpark: the girls. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/c5910965.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yummisified!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/a0d40a37.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this is what i call the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;KING of yummisified&lt;/span&gt;. i have thoroughly satisfied my salmon sashimi's craving by this! plates and plates and tons of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="960" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Salmon.jpg" width="885" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the young couple. hahas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/a62da356.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother-trying-to-grope-daughter's-breast-&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/70e944bb.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handsome brothers. okok, i did accept their bribe for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/868b3eee.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it off, it's &lt;strong&gt;THE FAMILY PORTRAIT&lt;/strong&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="319" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/familyportrait.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, next off, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;firework&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s near esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/36bfa8a5.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it'll be my zodiac. hear me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; roar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image967.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;03.02.2006 - Jinling's bdae&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Into de restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image910.jpg" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* waiting for the food to come is such a chore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image912.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tadah! it's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image914.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to starbucks to grab these with jeannie, and JL! mar-de-li-cious drinks! heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image915.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;zeee&lt;/strong&gt; birthday gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image916.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go! marina's outdoor new yr bazaar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="480" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image927.jpg" width="405" 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/7339122-114036388429480037?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114036388429480037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114036388429480037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114036388429480037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114036388429480037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/entries-that-were-forgotten-to-update.html' title='Entries that were forgotten to update. -chuckx-'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114036236164169185</id><published>2006-02-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:10:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey. as promised. i'm gonna upload the pix that i took with me and and my girlfriends. i'm gonna look ugly, so pls dont hurl ur mouse/keyboard/monitor/motherboard/CPU/cables over at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;16.02.2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take one: "OEI! Sue! u're blocking my view lar! i want my sexy mouth to be seen!" purrs Joyln.&lt;br /&gt;another extra(read: SiuLi aka Sharon) said: "Oei! you! ur bigg ass head is blocking me too!" while grace managed to survive unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/16022006352.jpg" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we decided on take two.&lt;br /&gt;Take two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 416px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/16022006353.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a BIT better, although my head still blocked some part of grace, but that doesnt really matter, cuz still can see her face what. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take three: pan pacific's shot. wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/16022006351.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was taken yesterday, at our(read: me and JL) fav hang-out place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="600" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/18022006476.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pix are coming up at the next entry, just remember, eat before u look at them, coz they're so delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114036236164169185?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114036236164169185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114036236164169185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114036236164169185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114036236164169185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114013880485255066</id><published>2006-02-17T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:13:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness + loneliness = me?</title><content type='html'>HAHAs. had an enjoyable night yesterday though it was brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with mah girlfrens whom i dint see for a LONG time, and i meant, like 2 months(!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch the movie, The Fog, is quite okay, and i'll prolly grade it... B- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i took da gals to take the lift to the 37th floor at the pan pacific (yah, i noe, againagainagain), and i was like, stranded alone, cuz i was standing amongst the other passengers, and the gals were standing near the glass, which i dint dare to do it! whoas. they're so brave. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why. u must be thinking, what the crap, why still take the lift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i must tell u that i just like the thrill when i'm going upp... higgh... hahas. nothing too deep hars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we took a couple of pix in front of MS, which, i'll only be uploading them later today or tmr, cuz i forgot to bring my bluetooth device to school today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, girls, hold it k? i WILL do it SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm yearning for another girls' outing! a slow-motioned one! so we can chat until we're mad! hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114013880485255066?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114013880485255066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114013880485255066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114013880485255066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114013880485255066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/happiness-loneliness-me.html' title='Happiness + loneliness = me?'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114005623534603392</id><published>2006-02-16T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:17:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>Go away. i'm just a miserable old soul. although i am kinda outta my mind for saying this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have nothing better to do... and i URGENTLY need to create some vaa-vaa-vooom! in my life...!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall just do it tonight. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will i make it?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114005623534603392?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114005623534603392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114005623534603392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114005623534603392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114005623534603392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-114000530455704851</id><published>2006-02-15T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:08:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retribute</title><content type='html'>i guess, everyone will get their just desserts(read: i dunno how to spell it, but i think it should be the correct word.) in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i definitely believe in retribution and karma. without anyone telling me, cuz i'm experiencing it right now. it's not an exactly good feeling u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i guess, it'll just happen in time to come. there will not be any avoidance or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just, haiz. i want to get it over and done with! i dont want a damned life! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-114000530455704851?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/114000530455704851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=114000530455704851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114000530455704851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/114000530455704851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/retribute.html' title='Retribute'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113955589346539229</id><published>2006-02-10T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:18:13.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=?</title><content type='html'>Yay. a change of keyboard spells disaster, cuz i'm definitely going to type dynamically than i did previously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u're right. i'm still in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why. but i'm feeling the dumps. prolly because i cant get into an uni with my results, and that something is missing from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*\---------------------------------------------/*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even though in this 21st century, guys still prefer to chase their own happiness, rather than let the girl do the chasing..." - says my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why issit so? cuz the guys tend to think that the girl wouldnt be as "valuable"/"treasurable" as compared to when they woo the girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, can i make this assumption, that when guys are being woo-ed, the girl succeeded, yet they cant get the whole of the guy cuz he'll tend to not cherish her and take things for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isnt a selfish assumption, aights. i've done my statistics. even if you dont trust me, u can jolly-well read all major articles about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess all the girls are going to agree with me. unless, the girl who's chasing after the guy is only PURELY for physical pleasures and not THE emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about feelings. you can develop feelings for a certain peep after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not impression. the first five seconds will determine the future for you and him, even if he did something drastic to change ur impression for him. it will NOT change, cuz ppl usually judge one, using the five-second rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a show yesterday, and it says that girls, when quarrelling with their other half, they'll tend to minus like 20% off the 100% that they had originally for the guy. but the show's appealing to the mass of the girls, that we might have to consider about our "marking system" before we put those poor guys to the death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's asking us to minus like, 5% off the 100%, and add another 15% the other time when the guy makes us proud/happy/excited/what-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/-----------------------------\*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. my studies. arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no money = no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical singlish statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm beginning to experience its trueness to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113955589346539229?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113955589346539229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113955589346539229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113955589346539229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113955589346539229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='=?'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113884610104074068</id><published>2006-02-02T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:08:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weilian all the way!</title><content type='html'>Yay. bought weilian's cd yesterday. the songs were, a.ok! man, and his rendition of "Yi Jian Mei" brought compliments from both my parents (when they arent very supportive of me buying the disc)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been a lover of yi jian mei since Fei Yu Qing does his rendition, budden i love weilian's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, overall, i'd rate weilian's cd a B+!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not an A, cuz the rest are new renditions of old songs. but i still love it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a push from me, a song, "Huo Cai Tian Tang" is fabulous by him. catch it, and dont lose grip. i scared u'll cry after hearing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113884610104074068?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113884610104074068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113884610104074068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113884610104074068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113884610104074068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/02/weilian-all-way.html' title='Weilian all the way!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113833006066935008</id><published>2006-01-27T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:48:23.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes and more quizzes! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 10% Boyish and 90% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker&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 height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/sweet-talker.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm"You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone...Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear.Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing.The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person.&lt;br /&gt;Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life.You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face.Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&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 height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is high. You can't resist desire and lust.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were: An Obese Mathematician.&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Dysentery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#a0cdff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stipper Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsongshouldyoustriptoquiz/dancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/stat?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=99176&amp;amp;type=3&amp;subid=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;tmpid=1826&amp;amp;RD_PARM1=http%253A%252F%252Fphobos.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FselectedItemId%253D112292%2526playListId%253D112294%2526s%253D143441%26partnerId%3D30"&gt;Closer&lt;/a&gt; by Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;"You let me violate you, you let me desecrate youYou let me penetrate you, you let me complicate youHelp me I broke apart my insides, help me I�ve got noSoul to tell"&lt;br /&gt;When you dance, it's a little scary - and a lot sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Song Should You Strip To?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dating Purity Score: 73%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/datingpuritytest/underexperienced-dater.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an under-experienced dater.This doesn't mean you're unexperienced - far from it.It just means that there's a lot of romance left to discover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; Purity Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&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 height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuri Shigenoi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffa5b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romanceYou love to kiss under the stars or by the seaThe perfect kiss involves the perfect moodIt's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113833006066935008?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113833006066935008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113833006066935008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113833006066935008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113833006066935008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/01/quizzes-and-more-quizzes.html' title='Quizzes and more quizzes! =)'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113798210023566151</id><published>2006-01-23T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:08:20.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>歌曲：完整 歌手：郑秀文 专辑：完整</title><content type='html'>你说人毕竟不是草木&lt;br /&gt;最后还是变了心&lt;br /&gt;自己也很痛苦&lt;br /&gt;而虽然曾经以为&lt;br /&gt;我就是你的全部&lt;br /&gt;她的出现却让你&lt;br /&gt;有了新的领悟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要我&lt;br /&gt;给你最后的眷顾&lt;br /&gt;只有我能成全你&lt;br /&gt;这份完整的幸福&lt;br /&gt;你在我&lt;br /&gt;面前表现的那样的无助&lt;br /&gt;我连苦涩地笑&lt;br /&gt;彷佛都显得残酷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们的幸福很完整&lt;br /&gt;我的幸福却被牺牲&lt;br /&gt;伤我最深的人&lt;br /&gt;还在我面前说别太残忍&lt;br /&gt;你们的爱情像星辰&lt;br /&gt;我的爱情化做烟尘&lt;br /&gt;我想我只能说&lt;br /&gt;成全你们不是我的责任&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要我给你最后的眷顾&lt;br /&gt;只有我能成全你&lt;br /&gt;这份完整的幸福&lt;br /&gt;你在我&lt;br /&gt;面前表现的&lt;br /&gt;那样的无助&lt;br /&gt;我连苦涩地笑&lt;br /&gt;彷佛都显得残酷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们的幸福很完整&lt;br /&gt;我的幸福却被牺牲&lt;br /&gt;伤我最深的人&lt;br /&gt;还在我面前说&lt;br /&gt;别太残忍&lt;br /&gt;你们的爱情像星辰&lt;br /&gt;我的爱情化做烟尘&lt;br /&gt;我想我只能说成全你们&lt;br /&gt;不是我的责任&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们的幸福很完整&lt;br /&gt;我的幸福却被牺牲&lt;br /&gt;伤我最深的人&lt;br /&gt;还在我面前说别太残忍&lt;br /&gt;你们的爱情像星辰&lt;br /&gt;我的爱情化做烟尘&lt;br /&gt;我想我只能说&lt;br /&gt;成全你们不是我的责任&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113798210023566151?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113798210023566151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113798210023566151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113798210023566151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113798210023566151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_23.html' title='歌曲：完整 歌手：郑秀文 专辑：完整'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-113798060511179109</id><published>2006-01-23T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:53:59.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blu-ooo-us</title><content type='html'>Well. so much for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;target not met. and cash-0-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked for sat and sun. as a promoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. i'd like to get a H_ printer. how much does it cost......." asked customer. (i recognized her. and her family. they came last weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! it's u! right, hold on a second. i ask a c----- staff to help u with it..." i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i turned ard and saw the dark one sitting there, playing on his hp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, would u mind, there's as customer asking abt the h_ printer. could u help?" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reluctantly, he got up, and went to serve the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt half an hr later after serving that customer, he came back and said, "i dont need a promoter that only promotes her own stuff. she has to noe how to promote other products, not solely on her own prod. &lt;strong&gt;and if this is the case, i dont think i need u here&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so taken aback, but my mind was in a state of whirlwind. for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s sake, i'm representing some brand and am under it, and u expect me to promote other brands for u? they(customers) came last week and i told them what i'm supposed to say, and tried to push my product. but they still chose over the other brand, so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, what's ur problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i shouldnt get so worked up. i mean, then again, it's not nice having someone to accuse u of not doing your job. when u did. so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghs. 2006's just soooo not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell u something more intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on fri night(20.01.06), his mother called me at 2300. said that she was soooo blardy angry with him, that she ran out of the house and dint want to see him. i was in a shock, and asked her what happened. she said it's because of a stupid blue box some stupid woman gave him lonnnnnnng long time ago(like 5 yrs ago?), and that he blamed her cuz she misplaced it somewhere (which i hope it has been destroyed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. what is his problem? and during the conversation, i was told that he was talking on the phone like nobardy else's business and that her(his mom) fren saw him and the other girl together. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the conversation ended, i felt so astounded. and feel like killing myself. because the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that he nv loved me before. he returned to her. and guess what? she's married with another man she claimed to abuse her but cant get a divorse cuz of her parents and all the shit. biatch. fancy hookng up with a bastard when she's still married. well, i'm not saying he's a bastard because i'm a loser. if u noe the whole story, u might think i'm stupid, but not a loser. (wait. any difference between stupid and loser? lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, it's a great match. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a biatch and a bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. how unmatched can they get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! after phonecall with his mom, he msged me and asked whether i still love him. i called him back immediately. i dint talk abt his mom absence in the house, neither did he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he yupped and yupped abt how we met and had our first date.&lt;strong&gt; a miserable attempt to get me back. cuz he got the details entirely screwed&lt;/strong&gt;. and i tried to screw him back. and i won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he msged me later that he wont msg or call me anymore and that i was the one who chosed to break up and he wanted to salvage but bcause of my response he dont feel so anymore and that i can delete his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fuck's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sake. i did it a lonnnnnnnnnnnng time ago. without him telling me to. cuz there wasnt a need! and i replied him, saying that i hope he'll keep up with what he said (the point to not msging or call me anymore) and that i made the right decision in breaking up with him. i told him i'm not ignorant (not anymore) and that i wont tust whatever he says anymore. "Take care" was the last statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! and i guess i won! he did not reply after that. either he was too busy with that biatch, or that he was crying. bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BASTARD&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm calling u this for playing my heart out and i, chose to let stupidity lead my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, thank God that i saw the true him. he IS really, at the back of my mind. i'm not angry with him, i'm angry with myself for being a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. whatever la. to end this off, i'm throwing in a photo of a cutie. but it's very blur, so u gotta look at it with an artistic flair. heee. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="480" alt="Zavier" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Zavier01.jpg" width="369" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113798060511179109?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113798060511179109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113798060511179109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113798060511179109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113798060511179109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/01/monday-blu-ooo-us.html' title='Monday blu-ooo-us'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113704465703919844</id><published>2006-01-12T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:44:17.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>"It's in the way that you move me, and the way that you tease me...". find this statement somewhat familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i got this from the song, The Way, by American Idol Season _ runnerup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was reading cleo when i went to the toilet this afternoon. it was a very good experience, as it covers sexual issues, and which is what i loved the most. not that i adore intercourses or its counterparts, but i am just fond of getting to noe the facts and how ppl feel abt it. and it's a good experience as it sorta brightens up my time in the toilet. dont gag. i DO wash my hands after the business. with soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to da topic. Before coming to the sex part, Who/what constitudes to a perfect boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess (to much thoughts given), a perfect boyfriend would be soneone with a tight, juicy-looking pair of ass. man. -whooa- okie okie, i'll think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what qualities does he need to have? hmmm. he doesnt necessarily need to be handsome, suave, macho, charming, but at least, a good sense of humour. and of course, i dont mind the occasional treats for dirty jokes, but, the jokes must at least be educational, and of cuz, farnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and earlier after breakfast, my frens and i were yakking abt how we'll be spending da big V day. sounds childish, but yeah. we STILL do talk abt it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely, i hope to celebrate it with someone or a grp of my beloved, and i wouldnt put it off as a normal, boring day. last year, i spent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie okie. i did not have a valentine's day last yr, even though i have a "valentine". (cuz he's so busy with work, blah blah, and even left the present out, blah blah blah) but then again, i promised not to mention him anymore. okie, i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this year, i hope that i can change whatever i had previously and enjoy the day. i'll be disappointed if i dont spend it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113704465703919844?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113704465703919844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113704465703919844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113704465703919844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113704465703919844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect-boyfriend.html' title='A perfect boyfriend.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113677998748511637</id><published>2006-01-09T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:21:34.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emancipation Of Mimi</title><content type='html'>Right. Should have named it the Emancipation of my Heart. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;sounds corny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a tribute to Mariah Carey, whom i've recently got a crush on. okay, more specifically, it's her songs that i'm attracted to. i find that, she brings out emotions of the songs superbly and that the lyrics of the songs just are reflecting on my love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, currently i'm out and over love, and happily regaining my pass to singlehood again. and i wont be obsessed with writing my antagonism like before anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to write this post, in relation to my previous relationship, and to tell the whole world that i'v recovered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes: (note to reader: the songs are from Mariah Carey's "The Emancipation of Mimi", and those highlighted are what my most heartfelt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before we got together:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Wish You Knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've got to see you&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;And I've got to be there&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing on stars&lt;br /&gt;I've got to reveal what's inside of my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the words escape meAnd I'm paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So helpless when I&lt;br /&gt;Look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And how I wish you only knew&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside for you&lt;br /&gt;You probably haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;But I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;How I love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honestly I know it's silly of me&lt;br /&gt;To want you so badly&lt;br /&gt;But keep it concealed&lt;br /&gt;See my inferiority complex kicks in&lt;br /&gt;And the words escape me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm paralyzedSo helpless&lt;/span&gt; when&lt;br /&gt;ILook into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And how I wish you only knew&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside for you&lt;br /&gt;You probably haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;But I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;How I love you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When We Got Together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy Ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Baby Baby dont you ever let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more until we both overflow&lt;br /&gt;Got a feeling that my heart's never known&lt;br /&gt;I found love&lt;br /&gt;Tender kisses and i'm floating on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you can have me anytime, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;when you need me i will always be there&lt;br /&gt;I found Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] And our love goes round and round&lt;br /&gt;way up high, a joy ride&lt;br /&gt;we can touch the stars above&lt;br /&gt;we found love&lt;br /&gt;and our love was heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;from the day we first met&lt;br /&gt;we've got something they cant touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you is like a taste of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wanna gaze into your eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;run away and spend our lives together&lt;br /&gt;i've found love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby baby&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is one touch&lt;br /&gt;and immediately i feel a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;baby boy, too much is never enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] and our love goes round and round&lt;br /&gt;way up high, a joy ride&lt;br /&gt;we can touch the stars above&lt;br /&gt;we found love&lt;br /&gt;and our love was heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;from the day we first met&lt;br /&gt;we've got something they cant touch&lt;br /&gt;we found love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont need anything&lt;br /&gt;when you're here next to me&lt;br /&gt;nobody in this whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;could ever replace you in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;we found paradise&lt;br /&gt;forever you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our love goes round and round&lt;br /&gt;on a joy ride&lt;br /&gt;(with ya babe, with ya babe, with ya babe, with you baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In the midst of our relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay The Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're kissing me&lt;br /&gt;And saying I'm the one you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;And lay with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby I feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;And feel your love inside&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna play myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you're with someone else&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need complications in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I don't wanna fall back in&lt;br /&gt;And get caught up in you again&lt;br /&gt;Boy I'm so conflicted in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]You keep saying stay the night&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And much too late to drive&lt;br /&gt;You know I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm so lost without your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, procrastinating just to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you a little longer now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's hard for me to break away from you baby&lt;br /&gt;Never could resist you&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't learned how&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be a fool&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I'm feeling vulnerable tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna miss the chance&lt;br /&gt;Of reliving our sweet romance&lt;br /&gt;Boy I'm so confused down deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]You keep saying stay the night&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rock you til the morning light&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And much too late to drive&lt;br /&gt;You know I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Breakup... eyy you! Dont fall asleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Belong Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;When I said I didn't love you so&lt;br /&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;br /&gt;I never should've let you go&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know nothing&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;I was foolish&lt;br /&gt;I was lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;I could not fathom that I`d ever&lt;br /&gt;Be without your love&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didn't know me&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;I`ve never felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling now&lt;br /&gt;That I don't hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Or have you touch and kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Or what I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;Right hereCause baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leftI lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There aint nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;When you are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Singing to me'If you think you're lonely now&lt;br /&gt;'Wait a minuteThis is too deep (too deep)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change the station&lt;br /&gt;So I turn the dial&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch a break&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;br /&gt;I only think of youIts breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep it together&lt;br /&gt;But I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;br /&gt;Throwing things&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even half of what&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Need you back in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Ohh baby, babyWe belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]Ohh , Baby , Baby&lt;br /&gt;We Belong together baby&lt;br /&gt;When you leftI lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please&lt;br /&gt;Cause we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who am i going to lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Til the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Ohh baby, babyWe belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post Breakup. u're sleeping already right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mine Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you used to be mine&lt;br /&gt;Way back whenI was too naive to love you right&lt;br /&gt;But now if I only had the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart still believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]Maybe you could be mine again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could make that dream for real&lt;br /&gt;Like way back then&lt;br /&gt;When love was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could bring it back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's irrelevant to dwell on the past&lt;br /&gt;I'm accountable for what went bad&lt;br /&gt;And I mean that&lt;br /&gt;But I keep on praying for another chance&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've grown&lt;br /&gt;And I know how to be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]Maybe you could be mind again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could make that dream for real&lt;br /&gt;Like way back then&lt;br /&gt;When love was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could bring it back to life&lt;br /&gt;No, no it ain't over yet&lt;br /&gt;I just can't accept the possibility&lt;br /&gt;We weren't made for each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;I know you're my destiny&lt;br /&gt;We can't erase what was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Part of you and part of me&lt;br /&gt;If we try one more time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somehow we'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could be mine again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could make that dream for real&lt;br /&gt;Like way back then&lt;br /&gt;When love was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;Boy maybe we could bring it back&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could bring it back&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could bring it back to...&lt;br /&gt;LifeMaybe you could be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post-post Breakup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shake it off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Cause the loving ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;And you keep on playing games&lt;br /&gt;Like you know I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Calgon commercial&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta get up outta here&lt;br /&gt;And go somewhereI gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make that move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Find somebody who&lt;br /&gt;Appreciates all the love I give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;Baby and that means I gotta&lt;br /&gt;Shake you off&lt;br /&gt;By the time you get this message&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be too late&lt;br /&gt;So don't bother paging me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes&lt;br /&gt;Just ask your momma she knows&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss me baby&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say I told you so&lt;br /&gt;Well at first I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;But now it's clear to me&lt;br /&gt;You would cheat with all your freaks&lt;br /&gt;And lie compulsively&lt;br /&gt;So I packed up my Louis Vuitton&lt;br /&gt;Jumped in your ride and took off&lt;br /&gt;You'll never ever find a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who loves you more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Cause the loving ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;And you keep on playing games&lt;br /&gt;Like you know I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Calgon commercial&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta get up outta here&lt;br /&gt;And go somewhereI gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make that move&lt;br /&gt;Find somebody who&lt;br /&gt;Appreciates all the love I give&lt;br /&gt;Boy I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;Baby and that means I gotta&lt;br /&gt;Shake you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]I gotta shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it&lt;br /&gt;Off...&lt;br /&gt;I found out about a gang&lt;br /&gt;Of your dirty little deeds&lt;br /&gt;With this one and that one&lt;br /&gt;By the pool, on the beach, in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Heard y'all was&lt;br /&gt;Hold up my phone's breakin' up&lt;br /&gt;I'ma hang up and call the machine right back&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get this off of my mind&lt;br /&gt;You wasn't worth my time&lt;br /&gt;I've leaving you behind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need a real love in my life&lt;br /&gt;Save this recording becauseI'm never coming back home&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Cause the loving ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;And you keep on playing games&lt;br /&gt;Like you know I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Calgon commercial&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta get up outta here&lt;br /&gt;And go somewhereI gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make that move&lt;br /&gt;Find somebody who&lt;br /&gt;Appreciated all the love I give&lt;br /&gt;Boy I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;Baby and that means I gotta&lt;br /&gt;Shake you off&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. That's the end. how are u feeling? nauseous after all these lengths? dont worry. no more. see u at the next post. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113677998748511637?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113677998748511637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113677998748511637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113677998748511637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113677998748511637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/01/emancipation-of-mimi.html' title='The Emancipation Of Mimi'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113626010056597340</id><published>2006-01-03T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:48:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year, 2006!</title><content type='html'>Sweet. this is just so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, school's started for me since 19th december, but i havent really got a chance to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la. i lazy okie. i admit lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to school for like, ard 3 months of academic term, to do our major project, and may (if nothing happens) graduate in like, ard april. i'm pinning for my graduation, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. let's talk about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right! the countdown-s! where did u peeps go man! i went esplanade for both the xmas and newyear countdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during xmas, i tot the crowd was like, "WHOA". and i dint think that it can get double "WHOA" during newyeaR! the people were out to parrrrtey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. dunno what to write anymore. lol. shall just drown u with a series of pictures. "enjoy". carpe diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;02.01.2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with family (sec bro dint come with us) to changi beach. it was windy and cool! had a funn funn time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="404" alt="f1" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Family/HPIM0969copy.jpg" width="707" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: i wasnt trying anything funny with my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old couple... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="270" alt="f2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Family/HPIM0965.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three piggies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="360" alt="f3" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Family/HPIM0964.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic says: we arent ready to take but mom just shouted ready 1 2 3 and she took! phew. long sentence eyy. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="360" alt="f4" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Family/HPIM0960.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm compressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="396" alt="f5" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Family/HPIM0932.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the foursome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="360" alt="f6" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Family/HPIM0929.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the handsome king and ugly princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="360" alt="f7" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Family/10.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the foursome * 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="360" alt="f8" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Family/7.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll be back for more. sorry for the abrupt stopage of this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113626010056597340?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113626010056597340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113626010056597340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113626010056597340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113626010056597340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-2006.html' title='Happy New Year, 2006!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113368664742305304</id><published>2005-12-04T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:19:13.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun. No offence to all Takeshi Kaneshiro's Fans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Take Photo" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t10.jpg" /&gt; Ka Cha!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 80px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="388" alt="me" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/me.jpg" width="165" /&gt; Hey, handsome! you're taking my photo?? Well, take more! i pose k? nah nah! &lt;img style="WIDTH: 102px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="402" alt="posey" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/pose.jpg" width="181" /&gt; (buay pai seh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="err, you?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err, you're talking to me? are u blind or smth? i'm taking THAT girl behind u. dont anyhow assume lar. and get away from my sight pls."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 64px; HEIGHT: 88px" height="434" alt="hmmph!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/what.jpg" width="190" /&gt;hmmph! (tolerate) nvm... u so handsome, take lar... take more of my photos... can keep as souvenirs what...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"why. do u want to leave? i'm warning u, before i call the guards."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 73px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="269" alt="no" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/no.jpg" width="87" /&gt; no. -smug- i'm not leaving.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"fine. i'll call the guards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="discuss" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t34.jpg" /&gt; "now, do u want to leave?"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 58px; HEIGHT: 92px" height="593" alt="must u?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/mustu.jpg" width="155" /&gt; grrr. okay, okay. but must you really do this? take just one more photo of mine lar...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Go Away" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t42.jpg" /&gt; "Arrghs!!! Go AWAY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shocked- alright!!!&lt;br /&gt;but before i go, can u promise me and my friends&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 111px" height="538" alt="friends" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/PIC_0019.jpg" width="860" /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you see, my fren has a huge crush on u, and even when taking photos, she imagine that she's hugging u!&lt;br /&gt;and we'll organize a BBQ soon, and there'll be lots of good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 119px" height="645" alt="food" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/PIC_0020.jpg" width="292" /&gt; how? game on coming?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what? do u suppose i'm a glutton? &lt;img alt="angst" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t35.jpg" /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i maintain my weight by drinking a LOT of water. i repeat, A LOT of water. &lt;img alt="drink water" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t37.jpg" /&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"aiya, fine lar. dont be so stuck up can. dont go den dont go. it's not like she'll die from not seeing u. &lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; HEIGHT: 95px" height="630" alt="Im Siu Li" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/PIC_0024.jpg" width="312" /&gt;. we also drink water one lor." - says siu li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrrrrghs!! stop bothering me! leave and i may consider not retrieving my bow and shoot u! " &lt;img alt="bow" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SEEEEE!!!! my girl left! and i'm pissed." &lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="94" alt="left" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t11.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Charm" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t29.jpg" /&gt;"But! not to worry. i still have my charms with me. see how i win her back! u'll be in awe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i flash my smile, and she's hooked." &lt;img alt="hooked" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="As For you" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t24.jpg" /&gt;" And you, dont ever come back and tell ppl tat u've talk to me before. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Geddit?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t30.jpg" /&gt; Understand? now, clear before i do anything drastic. "&lt;img alt="scary" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noted. &lt;img style="WIDTH: 88px; HEIGHT: 84px" height="480" alt="Cry" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/Image295.jpg" width="240" /&gt; sobs. but, i ask the last time, do u want a photo of mine? -batters eyelashes-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Left" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/takeshi/t2.jpg" /&gt;" fine. fine! i leave!" -scrambles for life-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113368664742305304?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113368664742305304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113368664742305304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113368664742305304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113368664742305304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-for-fun-no-offence-to-all-takeshi.html' title='Just For Fun. No offence to all Takeshi Kaneshiro&apos;s Fans...'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-113238596369712523</id><published>2005-11-19T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:45:07.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Righteous.</title><content type='html'>That's what i want and what Daryl(the psychic) said in the movie, Just like Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;much was anticipated for my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but&lt;strong&gt; i&lt;/strong&gt; just ruined everything. i chose to let jealousy lead my nose, and i absently followed, but unwillingly accepting the fate i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 15th nov, my family decided to dine together, steamboat and everything, at home. and i got ridiculously quiet during the dinner, i dint noe what's gotten into me. prolly was my pms. and dad shelled a big-BIG prawn for me and placed it into my bowl. i dint noe why, i just kept quiet. i would usually be &lt;em&gt;ecstatic, and yelled "thank you&lt;/em&gt;". but not then. after 2 mins, i returned the poor thing to dad's plate, and said &lt;strong&gt;so nonchalantly&lt;/strong&gt; that i dint want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i supposed he got angry as well, and he left me out. he asked, so nonchalantly too, whether my bros are full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, several incidents happened that tells me he aint very happy with me. and it left me without my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went out on both days, the eve, and the day of my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 16th, went out with my girlfriends. was jumpy abt the meeting. really. but things were like, tearing apart. i cant stand it when we have seriously lesser common topics to converse in, and pretending that we're still very close and nice to each other. 7 of us went out, and unquestionably, one has to be by herself sometime. and not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why. but i felt that she was &lt;em&gt;pretentious&lt;/em&gt;. i mean, search me. she's just not what i think she's used to be. maybe we(read: refers to ppl, in general) just retained those pretty memories in our minds, that when we grow, the ugly ones tend to be thrown off. but they're(uglier ones) coming back again, refreshing my memory of the pure, ignorant times that we'd had, and contemplating the angst of the bad ones, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different. it's like, poles apart from the sweet memories that i'd had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. maybe i just havent grow up and mature and stop getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, i went out with her. went to watch the movie, just like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, &lt;strong&gt;fury's been sitting on my nose&lt;/strong&gt;, too. she's kinda busy with her cellular when we're at the movie, and this was driving me crazy. of course, i'd like to comment about her and her stuff, face-to-face, and i guess i did it, but definitely, evading some other things that i tot may hurt her. i dont think i'm happy with what she's doing, but she neednt cared more of what i'm feeling. i mean, that's her life. i'm in no way to be standing at it and telling her what to do. i just hoped whatever she's doing, she enjoys it and gave serious thoughts about it. mayb it's no big deal to her, but i have no reason to get so uptight, but i just aint "loving it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i really shouldnt comment more. i guess each and every one of us just thinks what's best for them and does it. i mean, after posting this, she noes that i'm unhappy, but hell, i just want YOU to noe &lt;strong&gt;i'm not&lt;/strong&gt; throwing my usual stupid tantrum&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i wont mention names, cuz i dont think there's a need to. it's obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno it's her or me. haiz. big chance, could be me. i'm just gnashing my teeth, so tight, i need fake dentures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the MRT, perpetually looking at my watch, afraid that the minutes-hand is not going to cross over to 12 soon, and the date skipping to "18". because if it does, i have no chance to rectify the moods i have on my birthday. but it did. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my birthday just ended like that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i wasnt happy at all. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;lots of ppl wished me happy birthday. i thanked them, but i'm not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do some soul-searching, and stop getting unhappy at the small little things that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the issue is, am i able to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lycos just terminated my account. to no wish of mine. i think it's prolly cuz i uploaded some songs cussin'. but it's the song, not me, cussin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i became conscious that, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm getting more and more hypocritical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eradicate me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113238596369712523?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113238596369712523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113238596369712523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113238596369712523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113238596369712523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/11/righteous.html' title='Righteous.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-113120256897440819</id><published>2005-11-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:56:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) i'm gay.</title><content type='html'>dont get me wrong. i'm a pure lady, who &lt;strong&gt;adores&lt;/strong&gt; men to the max. i'm gay because, i'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out today with jeannie, jinling and me. well, we've set up this club together, consisting of the three of us, called the "Ni Wo Ta club"... answering ur query(those non-chinese), "ni wo ta" means(&lt;em&gt;loosely translated&lt;/em&gt;) you me her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why call ourselves that? simple. &lt;em&gt;it seems like we guys are drifting apart with our long-time frens.&lt;/em&gt; well, two of them, to be exact. they &lt;strong&gt;both are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;attached&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seemed far too busy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go out with us. and unenthusiastic too. prolly we(ni wo ta) are not as intresting as their boyfriends. -yawns- sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. return to the essence of my post. we went to plaza singapura to ate our lunch, which is the pizza that's been furiously hitting the commercials on the tv like no one's business. it was much anticipated, but we dint really fancy it. dunno why, prolly because no one's hungry, and that the&lt;strong&gt; food might really not taste pretty&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we took neo-prints! it costs us 3.30 each... expensive right?&lt;br /&gt;somemore in the end, the pix wasnt those with what we'd chosed. sigh. this is a preview of it... &lt;img style="WIDTH: 111px; HEIGHT: 132px" height="106" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/liting.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we(me and jl) bought a top at 16bucks... cheap right... from ebase... i like it a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den, we ttrotted our way to orchard, and stationed at the OG for very long time... and dorothy perkins was having a sale, and of course, we have to zoom right in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up, we went hmv... nothing much to see, cuz it was all for youngsters and those who'd &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hyperventilated themselves and did nothing but ventilate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(gist, is that they dont eat). lol. okie lar okie lar. i'm fat, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. and well, a note to end this, i truly miss my poly galfrens... hais... i wish to see them soon! =( and i've got a wish: to watch &lt;a href="http://www.justlikeheaven-themovie.com/main.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! -soon!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-113120256897440819?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/113120256897440819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=113120256897440819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113120256897440819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/113120256897440819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-gay.html' title='=) i&apos;m gay.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-112973816851599942</id><published>2005-10-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:09:28.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment. Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My fury is raging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; seems to be driving me crazy. an amiss statement/question sets my frame of mind to &lt;em&gt;combustion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. u've guessed it. i've &lt;em&gt;skipped&lt;/em&gt; the primrose oil capsules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're so smart. the answer: no time. no remembrance. no prizes for u, though. neh ni neh ni pu pu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, sometimes must act cute mah, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mitigate tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in me. u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, attachment is... erm. quite alright. &lt;strong&gt;the colleagues, well, effectively, i'm only talking to one or two.&lt;/strong&gt; lol. &lt;em&gt;quite a lot already, can&lt;/em&gt;. i'm already&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; taking a big stride &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;in my life. hahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my company is in tamp, and it takes me a great deal to travel there, u noe. i've to wake up at blardy 6.15. yaya, i mean, it's considered late to some of u. but do u have any idea, to be able to wake up later than ur peers before and now, having to wake up earlier than most ppl now just the thought makes me &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;shudder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm meeting joyln tmr. hehes. we shall make meeting be our weekly affair. &lt;u&gt;nothing indecent though&lt;/u&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and yeah. this week, at ard 6+ in the evening, loads of ppl clad in suits are taking the MRT from tanah merah interchange. heard from jinling that there might be an exchange program going on... and try to speculate this scene. loads of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pretty boy ang mohs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are there too! -hurr hurr- &lt;s&gt;hey, pretty, here i come!&lt;/s&gt; =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, the usual. attachment is taking up like so much of my time, that i'm afraid &lt;em&gt;me and him are&lt;/em&gt; really,&lt;em&gt; drifting apart&lt;/em&gt;. communication breakdown, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont say i dint warn u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah! here's the pix we took last thurs over at the esplanade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/13102005030.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(psss... Look at the view behind us! yeepii!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="469" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/13102005007.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="477" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/13102005006.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/13102005005.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, with jinling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image535.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-yawns- i'm going to be dormant in 3 secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zapped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112973816851599942?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112973816851599942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112973816851599942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112973816851599942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112973816851599942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/10/attachment-period.html' title='Attachment. Period.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-112688742221839432</id><published>2005-09-16T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:17:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst is almost over. =)</title><content type='html'>I tell u, evening primrose oil capsules does help. in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sorta like, pushes my pms to the bottom of the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;learning how to curb my anger, anxiety, and angst is a very difficult task for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i realised that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;once i keep my mouth shut,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i suppose it can stop any inevitables to being evitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr i'm going to bf's house. he's sick. feverish. and i'll prolly study there tmr. well, what's there to do in his house, just staring at his mom and prolly the four faces of wall. shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, me and jinling went out on 14.09.2005, and we took a plenty of pix! well, this is the scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we underwent this secret passage way that led us to the early 40-50's&lt;/strong&gt;... and before we swooshed over, we quickly leashed out our phones and took these pix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image392.jpg" width="186" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image391.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally reached the place, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and damn! it was smelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! the coolie whom we chanced upon was carrying this heavy bag in his hands, and from his expressions, i noe he found it smelly too! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at his frowning eyebrows!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="640" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image369.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i den went to demand the "dirty matter" to the ang moh in charge. seems like i'm not the only one who's unhappy bt that matter. looks who's with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="640" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image372.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess the ang moh just wouldnt take it in his stride. i tried to use my "beauty tricks" this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 401px" height="640" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image373.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but he still wouldnt budge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! well, it's jinling's turn to use her tricks...&lt;br /&gt;luckily, this malay man was convinced that jl could make the ang moh turn soft, and seemed pretty happy of his decision, and requested that jl take a pic before helping us tell the ang moh abt the "dirty matter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 402px" height="640" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image378.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, he even asked for jl's hands for a dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image370.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look! that coolie on the extreme left seemed pretty happy now that the vicinity is perfume nice now! isnt that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since our moods were so uplifted as we'd helped the poor fellow "clear the air", we leashed out our phones again, and took this pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image350.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'd realised a small ball of spectrum of light is heading behind us... and it's getting bigger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image347.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the last pic that we took before boarding onto that big machine(behind us) and came back into reality. hahas. shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image366.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112688742221839432?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112688742221839432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112688742221839432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112688742221839432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112688742221839432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/09/angst-is-almost-over.html' title='Angst is almost over. =)'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-112610332676767040</id><published>2005-09-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:28:46.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dissing!</title><content type='html'>I dunno why. but i'm angry. this belated pms hits me at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my period is gone, yet my pms is back. it's trying to stay, i realise. i ignored it a few times, but to no avail. &lt;strong&gt;it seems to me that it's even stronger than my will-power&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm angry with my "fren",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm angry with my dearest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm angry with my family&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; i'm angry with myself.&lt;/span&gt; what am i supposed to do, to get rid of the demon from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and btw, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i saw Kelvin that time near my sch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! he's... erm, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shorter&lt;/span&gt; than most of us thought he'd be(okay, mayb only i thought he was quite tall)... and he was having this walking stick in his hand, and mind u, he's alone. i'm wondering if he could partially see things, or issit that his 23 years has led him to be used to what he has. i'm not doubting what he has, but i'm just curious. cuz if he's partially blind, i suppose he could do more things, like, dance? arhs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shag me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, the project and comm skills' common test are over. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's so passe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now to mention "Communication Skills" or "oh no... our project still cant work... how?"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm glad everything is over. and i wish, that my pms will be gone as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like, it's not. cuz, i'm still not very over with the thought of my "fren". &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every thought of her disses me off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and i'm sick of it, cuz i keep thinking bout it. arrghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'll try not to cuss online. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but a little caution to you guys reading this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, fuck off from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;i said i'll TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/gloomykid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112610332676767040?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112610332676767040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112610332676767040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112610332676767040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112610332676767040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-dissing.html' title='I&apos;m dissing!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339122.post-112559177674709897</id><published>2005-09-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:22:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my superstar. =)</title><content type='html'>i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the smoothness your vocal sounds, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; your courage, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;admire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ur eyes "light" up with sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and all in all, i admire u. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you're my superstar, kelvin tan wei lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u happen to realise, i've been starting to root for kelvin tan since the day Project Superstar had begin showing. he's managed, without fail, to make me cry for every episodes he's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It would be degrading him if it's said that we vote for him because we sympathise him" - one tv source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it's very true. think abt it. he has a normal family, with fully-abled kins, yet, he's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the only misfortunate one, with one disability - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's lost the ability to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and it's definitely not his fault. the path he took was a long and narrow one. he had went through massive obstacles before coming to this road name "Stardom". it wasnt fair for him, when ppl said that his votes are all sympathy votes, even if he doesnt sing as well as the other contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he has no teacher. no special trainings. nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;he started with zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but bagged a million.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wept. and i did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so proud that he won, and i'll definitely support him, by purchasing his cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy for Kelly Poon, too. for, she's also a winner in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelvin Tan Wei Lian, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/InternetExplorerWallpaper.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112559177674709897?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112559177674709897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112559177674709897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112559177674709897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112559177674709897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-my-superstar.html' title='You&apos;re my superstar. =)'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-112446455339057135</id><published>2005-08-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:35:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing and Loving You</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Bad news. my grandpa just passed away. This is the second time i'd lost a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;beloved kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; within a year. But, well, at least he can accompany my grandma frm now. they wont be separated anymore. The way i see grandpa suffering from the pain, it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consolling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that he'd left us for the better. He would be able to live better up there, with the two houses we'd burnt for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="389" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/ahgongandahma.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you, and love you, too. I really DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm piled with the load that the school is giving me. the project needs to be done, and i really shouldnt have blogged at the first place. but den again, i'm just giving excuses for myself. i'll do it once i get the software from sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been an exciting week for most of us, rushing to do this and that. luckily the proj module teacher had it's independent marker &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;calling in for sick leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if not i dont think we would be able to see the daylight after monday. we've to do a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;presentation next week&lt;/span&gt;, followed by a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;quiz,&lt;/span&gt; and den the week after, we'll be having our&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; final presentation&lt;/span&gt; and another &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;assignment&lt;/span&gt; to be due. of course, not forgetting the other &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;final test&lt;/span&gt; that we have to take for XML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff of the stress. i'm trying to turn optimistic. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things are looking good, arent they&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/strong&gt; it's &lt;strong&gt;a foolish perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;btw, i'd taken these several pic that i think would be quite interesting... lol. (i think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see u again, bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hyper cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Niece! n she shares the same birth date as me! =) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image007.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm eyeing this shirt currently! haha, a bit psychotic to take it, though.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Pic217.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hahas, me and jinling at ...&lt;strong&gt; Spotlight&lt;/strong&gt;! and sorry for my sorry state, my hair hasnt been good that day -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Pic225.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mom always comments that my smile is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; so fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Pic224.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112446455339057135?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112446455339057135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112446455339057135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112446455339057135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112446455339057135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/08/missing-and-loving-you.html' title='Missing and Loving You'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-112333806796505582</id><published>2005-08-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:52:03.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New template</title><content type='html'>Eyy! like the new skin of mine? well! it's the original template of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;! i like the pink; the way it wraps the content of my stuff, and the way it's &lt;strong&gt;organised&lt;/strong&gt;... it's very unlike my previous skin, though. well, i'm sure that i may b changing skins quite often from now, as i realised the original skins are candy sweet! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;more skins at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;blogSkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. they incorporate thousands and thousands of pretty skins by bloggers themselves, but i had a hard time finding the one i like, cuz they're all so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, okie, concentrate on my e-diary.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at ard 12.45 today, after i heard mom drop the electronic blood pressure kit. den she came and woke me up, saying that i should wake up earlier to clear the mess in the house. =( den, had "breakfast" and surfed the net. realising it was high time to change the skin of my blog, i reluctantly clicked on the "Pick New" hyperlink at the template page. it was den i realised that they had great choices for fantastic looking temps! i think Thisaway Rose and Dots Dark make great choices for blog skins... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i liked mine the best. haha, obvious, whch is why i chosed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jeannie came at ard 4 to do some work on my comp, and i had this impulsive thought that we should watch &lt;a href="http://chocolatefactorymovie.warnerbros.com"&gt;"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"&lt;/a&gt; we watched the show until like, 9+, i dint keep track of the time. i dint quite enjoy it though, cuz i was sneezing my way, and feelng cold and sick inside. i have this hunch that i'm going to get feverish, with the constant mucus flowing outta my nose as if backing up my hunch. but i took my temp, it was perfect. 36.9. not sick. but, duhs. i dunno. mayb something in me is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de-functioning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. but even though i'm sick, i still had some creativity in me. came from nowhere, i had this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ridiculous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;picture and it appeared to look like this:&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 131px" height="144" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/charlie.jpg" width="176" /&gt; haha! have a good luff!&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112333806796505582?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112333806796505582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112333806796505582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112333806796505582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112333806796505582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-template.html' title='New template'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-112187991009229870</id><published>2005-07-21T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:57:32.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeannie's Bday!</title><content type='html'>Firstly, i'd like to say a very &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;happy belated birthday to JEANNIE&lt;/span&gt;!!! yayyy! we celebrated it for her a day earlier, cuz i was kinda afraid that i have to meet him on sunday, which is her actual birthday(17-07), so jinling suggested to celebrate it with her on sat(16th/july) instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i met jinling and jeannie at the amk contr. station. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the 3 of us wore white tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. den we were speculating if &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sharon&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would wear a yellow top or pink top. no. she&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wore white too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the start of the day, we went Changi Expo to work as a surveyer. but indeed, we failed as we're not cut out to be the position as said. one thing, we're not going to open up to strangers and ask them to help us with our survey, and the other thing is that, shannon(our in charge) is terribly late. and we'll get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;miserably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; paid if we still get stuck there, so we decided to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; call it quits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with shannon. den we headed to changi airport, using the smart invention from mr ong teng chiong, the MRT(!!)... this is the pic we took while we're going back and on our way to meet our frens(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;shiyun-she wore white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too!, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hweeshan-white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wendy-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) in city hall.. &lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Pic171.jpg" width="438" /&gt; geez. look at &lt;strong&gt;the majestic&lt;/strong&gt; view behind us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we headed to dine at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cafe cartel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in marina square(ms). i ordered &lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Myfoodcafecartel.jpg" width="397" /&gt;, shiyun ordered &lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Sysbrownie.jpg" width="358" /&gt; as her desert(slurrps!), and jinling ordered softshell crab with blahblahblah&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Jinlingsfoodcafecartel.jpg" width="360" /&gt;. and man, ms do change a hell lot. it's really changed from &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;head to toe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and we have to explore it again and again before we can really know the directions of the shops well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; pan pac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(yes, again again, again!) to take the lift to level 37. this is the pic we took in da lift, &lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Panpaclift.jpg" width="352" /&gt;stayed there for awhile, explored it's swimming pool when we heard &lt;strong&gt;fireworks&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 225px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/NDPRehearsal-panpac.jpg" width="420" /&gt;damn, it's the NDP rehearsal! hahaha... we were all screaming with joy, and exclaiming how beautiful the view looked. and the ang moh who was swimming in the pool prolly got a shock. he stopped swimming when he heard the bomb-like sounds, in the middle of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs, den next stop will be the ritz carlton hotel. i tell u, they even have this "usher" at the back door and opens the door for ya! man. and we rested our &lt;u&gt;tired feets&lt;/u&gt; at their .... i dunno what they call it. it's like the living room of the hotel or some sort. it's def not their lobby, cuz it's located at level 1, but their lobby is at level 3. man. i dunno how to explain, but i hope u get my drift. neways, i went to kaypoh kaypoh at the pool side again, and there's this waterfall just in front of the pool. and i took one pic of it &lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Ritzcarltonswimpool.jpg" width="355" /&gt;. i wanted to take the pool sight, cuz it's just so pretty, but jinling said i acted like a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mountain tortoise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so i decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hees. btw, i've wrote quite enuff in this post. -yawns- i need to sleep. and check the previous post. i'd added pix to illustrate what i was saying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112187991009229870?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112187991009229870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112187991009229870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112187991009229870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112187991009229870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/07/jeannies-bday.html' title='Jeannie&apos;s Bday!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-112109281635407494</id><published>2005-07-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:58:29.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing population.</title><content type='html'>This is crazy. i aint obsessed with social studies. but, it's taught us that dunno-when, singapore's __% of the population will be 55 yrs and abv. and they meant soon. and so here i am, joining the aged population already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brains dah... they just dont work as well as before. i've thought of everything to blog, and all of a sudden, they just left me like that. stranded. with the remaining thoughts of... food. FOOD?! yeah, i'm hungry. i cant think. but, i still stick onn to the point that i've aged. quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! i did take that berrynice yogurt today. in school. -yummys- the idea of having it in my big clumsy hands just elates me to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to the "point". i went pulau ubin yesterday, with him and his frens(darren-i'll just call him koh, koh's gf[yixia], david, darren)... and &lt;strong&gt;cycled.&lt;/strong&gt; eyyy, wait. i realised i am really bad in organising the topics when i post/did composition/write. arrghs. whatever. okie, we cycled, and i'm sure we were drenched with our perspiration. n during the track, we cycled through rounds and rounds of mangosteen trees, rambutan trees and durian trees.&lt;br /&gt;and as koh was a resident of pulau ubin, he knew how to hit the fruits down with branches fallen off the trees. and so, some of us ate mangosteens, rambutans. but i resisted some. and we cycled to this place near the jetty&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Pic116.jpg" width="371" /&gt; and it was semi-flooded with fertilisers. man. the smell of it... -squeeze nose- hee. den yixia and i took lots of pictures of the flowers&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="648" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Image444.jpg" width="356" /&gt;, etc. and we all saw a super extraordinary phenomenon on the sky. man, the sun was behind the cloud, and there's this lining of spectrum of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; ard the cloud&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Pic118.jpg" width="438" /&gt;... i donno if we dint notice the sky usually, it just looked fantastic yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--wow-ed-- and den we went back to the shophouse of koh's granny and bathed. woooot. the water was damn...chilly! ouch. it just sent&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thrills&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;down ur spine... but it's damn shiok lar. u bath with cold water once in a while. . . =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we proceeded to munch-munch time at the stall next to it. this is the view in front of us. &lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Pic130.jpg" width="349" /&gt; we all ate fried rice and had coconuts for "beverage"... david and darren ordered one extra plate of hor-fun. but they dint quite manage to finish it. den after munching, we went back to mainland. had mixed fruits for deserts and bf, koh and david ordered fried kway tiao. i was so amazed by bf's apettite yesterday. i think he really can eat lor... he ate the fried rice, fried kway tiao, and he really finished the food man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf and me were like free loaders. they were paying for everything yesterdaay, and it sorta makes me guilty. haiz. loaded. for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. well, in other words, if i wanna try to console myself, they are rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and today, joyln came bback!!! to school! how i missed her man. hai. i just am missing her presence every now and then. and not quite used to not having her ard us... but here, she's back! but she can only be with us during breaks...&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;better than nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff for today, my hands are quite sore now. from typing. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112109281635407494?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112109281635407494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112109281635407494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112109281635407494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112109281635407494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/07/ageing-population.html' title='Ageing population.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-112089288035501329</id><published>2005-07-09T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:38:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sat afternoon and i'm at home, rotting my wayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is, there' actually loads of household chores for me to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a busy, busy day for me. i attended school at 10, and the lesson finished at 12. me and my galfrens ate lunch, and played tennis. man, the sun was just scorching hot. and this reminded me. China's temp went as high as 39deg celcius! man. if i were there, i bet i must be couched up in the sofa like a big potato... okie, back to story. we played till ard 3.30, and we decided to leave. i reached home at ard 4.10 and jinling came at ard 4.45... man. when i at home alone, i wished that i actually dont have to go out, hunting for clothes. but den again, the thought of little clothes, made me go bonkers, and i aactually went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we went orchard. i thought i will, frm now on, stop detesting the fact that it's crowded on weekend nights. cuz it's not as bad nowadays. i kinda enjoyed yesterday's shopping session. =) it's great! it just feels GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a belt and long-sleeved tee. jinling and i bought the same, 'cept that she dint buy the belt. and it was ard 2200, that i decided that we go over to suntec, in hope that there's midnight shopping. so, we trottled all the way from somerset to suntec city, and reached there at ard 2230. little knowing that there wasnt any midnight shopping avail. the only on-going and crowded place was the sophisticated bar just outside suntec. man. and we stopped over at Mac's.&lt;br /&gt;i tried that "berrynice yogurt" and jinling had her milo. i tot the yogurt was good. =) *yum-s*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/Berryniceyogurt.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.: it doesnt look that appealing in this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm in school, i'll def get more of it again. okie lars. i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW!!!!! me and some of my galfrens saw DAVID BECKHAM in school! -yeee hah!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID BECKHAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112089288035501329?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112089288035501329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112089288035501329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112089288035501329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112089288035501329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-112032421589340179</id><published>2005-07-03T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:10:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawnz. zZzZzZz.</title><content type='html'>if i have any &lt;em&gt;typo errors&lt;/em&gt; or anything, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dont blame me&lt;/span&gt;. i'm tired. but den again, there's nothing much i can do if u suggest to laze around. i dun like that idea. so, i decided to come online. and i can do nothing much online, so i decided to blog. (as if, blogging isnt to laze ard, wasting time. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life, is having its fair share of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hiccups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; broke up with him today. cuz i dunno why. i'm just getting irritated sooo soooo sooo very easily, even worse than the last time i'd blogged, and i just wanna kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a scorpio. but that doesnt give me the excuse for breaking out so easily. i think i have to get a clear view and face the music. i'm a person with hyper-sensitive-ness. it's always with me. and now, i'm trying to get away with the norm and shake that off me. it's a plague. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;it's jinx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's started for a month and a half, but it seems like i'm still not into my studies. i dint even print the notes out, for pete's sake. but i cant flunk my acads this yr. if not, i'll waste my 2 yrs in NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm... actually i blogg just to crrap. noww, i thiink i'll jusst have tto leaave. i emm tiireed. yyyyyyawwwnnnsss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-112032421589340179?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/112032421589340179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=112032421589340179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112032421589340179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/112032421589340179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/07/yawnz-zzzzzzz.html' title='Yawnz. zZzZzZz.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111864155409641701</id><published>2005-06-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:05:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm now currently in school, taking a toil in the DCL lab. the teacher wasnt really concerned abt us, neither were we to ourselves. we were just doing our stuff. sharon went home early, cuz she's having a toll on her abdomen as well. grace is working on her blog, letchmi is listening to some tamil pop songs, and lijun is staring into the monitor that i'm now typing this shit at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Yah." was what she said after she read these stuff. anywayz, i've got nothing much to blog on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;on sat, i went for my relative's birthday party. she was 80. and mind u, she still looks as &lt;em&gt;agile as an ape&lt;/em&gt;. serious. memories are flashing back. my grandma, at the age of 76, sure doesnt look a single bit like her. but she was as cheerful as the other relative of mine.. and that day, bf dint msg/call me for the whole day. i tot he was sleeping, and i just msged him casually that i'm on my way to the dinner. and he replied, sayying that he was on his way(too) to the hospital. i wasnt surprised. kinda expected, but i dint noe that he'll only inform me so last minn. i noe his intentions, not to make me rush down to acc him there, but den again, not telling me doesnt solve any problems as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and yesterday, i went out with sharon, jinling and shiyun. we went orchard and, hell, we spent like, 3 hrs just in far east plaza alone. and i had to leave early as i had to go over his place. but newayz, we bought ourselves each &lt;strong&gt;a pair of earrings&lt;/strong&gt; and took some neoprints. and we just loitered ard the place. and jinling said her fling saw her. melvin. lol. but none of us saw him! prolly he was hiding somewhere and&lt;em&gt; stalking on &lt;/em&gt;jinling. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and when i went over to his place, i dint have much to do. i was staring at the tv in his living room, with his entire family. mom, sis, him. and he decided that it was high time to go watch the movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unleashedmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unleashed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; which stars Jet Li and some other actors. i tot this movie was an insult to the Chinese, as Jet li was starring as the Dog of some english bastard. really. but nevertheless, he managed to kill the bastard and paved the way for his own. lol. i'd grade the show... B-. and it's quite short, btw. it's like, from 9.30-11.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and there's something that's kinda troubling me. i cant see my future with him. he gambled the 700odd bucks in genting just this april, and he's making a comeback later this june. he said he wants to get back his &lt;em&gt;"deposit"&lt;/em&gt; there. but i'm thinking, he doesnt save, and what'll happen to our future? i dread thinking bout this, but i just cant help it, cuz i'm a scorpio. he's &lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt; this yr and has just a single cent in the bank accnt. what is up with him. &lt;em&gt;does he even consider abt the future?&lt;/em&gt; why does he always spend the money in just a few days when he has the money? does splurging to him seems like a hobby to him instead? i'm confused. i reallly am. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;did i say i had nothing to blog on? lol. well, i was just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111864155409641701?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111864155409641701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111864155409641701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111864155409641701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111864155409641701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/06/yawns.html' title='Yawns.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111720694586833242</id><published>2005-05-27T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:17:03.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster day!</title><content type='html'>man. today was really hell for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6 to wake him up and slept for another effective 0.5hr or so. and had to get up to get dressed for work. and this terrible headache struck me and i also felt like killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to practically drag my feet to work; they seemed like they were on iron balls. and jl too. tired like hell. it wasnt as if we were still boozed out today, but i just think that we had insufficient sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man, work starts and 9 and it's still hell for us. though it's our last day of work today, i still feel like gettin' it over and done with cuz my headache is really taking the toll outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went bugis village for lunch. had laksa and jl had rice. and i bought my sexy man's disc. man. he's got me droolin' babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's got such soulful voice, i believe i'm still swooning over him w/o listening or seeing him. lemme show u his pic! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/soulful.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den, i went home and slept for like, 1.5hrs before meeting bf. went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.monsterinlaw.com"&gt;monster-in-law&lt;/a&gt; and man! the male lead is a hunk too! and he's damn romantic in it, i wish i can b jLo in that shoW! i'd grade the show A- as it showed the process of how jLo met her man and how his mom tortured her. man. good show though i have some grudges against jLo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the show, went to makan at amk hawker. had western food and headed home next. and my headaache disappeared after seeing him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111720694586833242?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111720694586833242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111720694586833242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111720694586833242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111720694586833242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/05/monster-day.html' title='Monster day!'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111712761996486949</id><published>2005-05-27T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:46:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder-woman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wondering who's the wonder woman here? it's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the wonder-woman. the woman who wonders whenever she can. and after wondering, she wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wonder what it would be like if i can be with a guy of my dreams, caring, gentle, not an mcp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun really like one of my gal pal's bf; he's too much of an MCP and is not acting like himself. u noe, putting up a front to others. very showy, but has got nothing to boast abt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wonder if there's ever the story of an happy ending, even though tiny upsets do help to a blissful couple sometime. but den again, too much of something aint good. too much of happiness is bad, and too much of quarrels are even worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went cb yesterday, with jinling and catharine. cat's a sec sch fren of mine and we hadnt meet up for a very long time already. bt she's still very keen on coming with us although she has to work at 10 this morning. kudos to her. yesterday night was great. reach cb at ard 12 and man. it's got to be groovin', baby! had a drink before hittin' the dance floor, and it was, man, hot. bodies were touching one another, but none bothered to give another a look. they were too absorbed in their own dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wwent toilet after 45 mins, and had another drink. it can be really gruelsome w/o the liquid man. went to the dance floor again, but this time, slightly tired. i'm not sure if i'm worn out by the dance and my energy level's lowered drastically, or the alcohol in me is playing a part. went to the washroomm again, and back to the floor. man. that was the time i really felt the fatigue coming through, and by that time, there wasnt good music left. so, we decided to leave the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jl stayed over, and we reached home at ard 4. washed up and we chatted, till about 5.45 this morning. talked abt lots of things, till i discovered that i really had no energy left. and so we slept. and i got up at 11 this morning. but had already realised that jl had already woke up... and she said she's heading home, so i dint persuade her, as she said she hadnt slept well over my place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;after she left, i went str8 back to sleep. and i had the most absurd dream, ever. i dreamt of my sec sch teacher, whom i had a crush on. he taught me pe and english lang the time and in my dreams, he was sweatty and wearing the sports attire. he told me that his mom just passed away, and i consoled him and we HUGGED. den we stood up and went ard, holding hands. i asked what'll happen to his wife and toddler, he told me he was tired. man, this dream is damn weird! wasnt any kinda wet dreams, i'm certain of. and i had absolutely NO idea why this dream came abt. prolly like what they say, dreams are always the opposite of reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have had dreams which are so sweet, i really feel like sleeping and be absorbed in the candy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;well, i'm ending abruptly here. cuz i need to pursue my dreams(literally) now. so long! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111712761996486949?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111712761996486949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111712761996486949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111712761996486949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111712761996486949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/05/wonder-woman.html' title='Wonder-woman.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111674864732238649</id><published>2005-05-22T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T15:57:27.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jars of Misses..</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, it's been quite a time since i last updated this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much's happened, and not much updating to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;went out with jinling for more than a couple of times a week; other than working, that is. and i've added quite a number of entries to my wardrobe. and yes, i've got myself a bargain when i've got a Guess wallet at less 20%! i bought it at OG, as it's having this hol sales.... there aint other sales for Guess other than OG ya noe. nono, there is. one at Taka Square. but, those designs there are quite out, so... check 'em out at OG instead. . . the sales is ending tmr! so move fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and while cleaning up my wardrobe this afternoon, i'd realised that i'd bought clothes which they cant really fit me anymore and looks really gross. and it just incurred to me that i bought them outta impulse. and, they look really off-fashion now. damn. waste my money! mah stupid brains. toot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i bought a cleo yesterday, and it had an article abt saving up. yeah, i discovered that saving is the best alternative if i want to shop. i cant depend on my parents anymore. yaya, i mean allowance is a neccessity, but, other than that, they dun really provide me with extra blings. so, that's why, i noe that i have to scrimp and save especially i have nights to hit next week. have dinner with jinling and co., meet up with my darliing girlfwens, prolly go clubbing(i desire!), and hit the ktv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm weak financially now, and hope that when my dad gives me my weekly allowance tmr, i'll be able to do those things listed abv. and get them DONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much for now. tata...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111674864732238649?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111674864732238649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111674864732238649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111674864732238649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111674864732238649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/05/jars-of-misses.html' title='Jars of Misses..'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111590307003099720</id><published>2005-05-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:10:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissin' Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i dunno why. but after i've read up a novel, i've been realising that i'm snapping so much often like the lead female in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i snap up at the smallest irritating molecule, killing the happiness i had in me before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the happiness is always short-lived and i really have a low tolerance threshold to start with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i just couldnt think that my parents can be sooooo &lt;strong&gt;biased &lt;/strong&gt;over their kids, and this is driving me crazy. mayb u dun like reading my posts cuz they're always filled with anger and sorrow, and never happy. but this is my life. i ought to search for a new one, drive up my patience level and tolerance, if not, i'll always be the unhappy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they say that parents WILL be biased. like the fingers on our hands? they're not equal. some short, some long. just like parents treating kids. some with high respect, but some with really low-loving ratings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my parents expect me to do the chores in the house, claiming that they're tired and that they should take a rest. i know that working is a chore, and tiring event. but then again, why do they expect me to do it, but not my siblings? i wonder if they want me to tag along with them wherever they go is cuz they cant get my brothers to go with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should i not caare abt them? should i ignore them? i feel so stuffed in this house, i need a breather sometimes. but my mom is constantly breathing down my neck by what i should do to the house to contribute the least. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that IS really getting on my nerves. why do they even not ask my brothers to do it? why do they go out and party and my parents feel it's okay for them? why do i go out and yet they think i'm wasting the limited resources, in this case, it's the money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i dun see the reason why i'm being treated so indifferently here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;just because imma girl, that doesnt explain anything. i DO help out, yet they expect more than just that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dunno what to do else, i need to seek refuge from one. i need a brain-reader, and see what they really want. do they not want me? or do they just want to have a free maid in the house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;this is childish, but that's how i feel. regardless of what u feel, &lt;strong&gt;that's how i feel&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tell me that my parents love me. &lt;em&gt;cuz i dont feel so&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111590307003099720?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.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-7339122.post-111582314934551214</id><published>2005-05-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:52:29.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragged.</title><content type='html'>dont be mistaken. it's just that i'm weary. not so much now, cuz i've just napped for say, 30mins just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "surprised, surprised!", how surprised that we're back together again. everything's okie b/w us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've started working as a telemarketer, and it seriously starts to stress me out. it's the stress which will carry itself out when one's managed to clinch an appointment, and u can only look at urself and blame it on ur ill-fate and downfall and zero-appointment list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our in-charge, has over manpowered. the whole office of PhillipCapital, has been invaded of it's half by us, the TM. telemarketers in short. and we got noticed today that we will only we working for 3 days a week instead of 4/5 days per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more than happy to be not able to work more than 3 days in a row. but the thought of reduced pay, i'm more than sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i got to realise that, no matter where i go, there'd always be this person who'd suck up to those in higher position than we do. i cant hate them, in fact, i do admire what their doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what these suckers are doing, are actually smth which i cant even start. i dun even noe how to start a decent conversation, needless to say, to get groovy-savvy with the other party. so, i really do admire what suckers do for life, and i only have to blame myself for being so very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my comp seems to be in a weird position. the same time i'm typing this shit, it sortta like, lags?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno if i typed too fast, so much faster than how the computer can react to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not possible lar. i'm just sick in the head. PSYCHED. (this is a new word which i've picked up from, Eye for a Guy2, which were telecast earlier. i dunno it's meaning, but heck. lol_)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read up the next post! =) -bleahss-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111582314934551214?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111582314934551214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111582314934551214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111582314934551214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111582314934551214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/05/dragged.html' title='Dragged.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111485334179675791</id><published>2005-04-30T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:34:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Moon and Back</title><content type='html'>After so many months of blogging and constant reminders of him, &lt;strong&gt;we'd broke up already&lt;/strong&gt;. released from the tensions and stress each time we were to quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however. i'm still not quite over it yet. Afterall, it has been 1 yr and 2 months of being together. i couldnt give it up. mayb it's jus that now that i couldnt do it. prolly &lt;em&gt;"time will wash away the tears and pain...&lt;/em&gt;" as what his mom told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his mom called me this morning. say, 11.30. but i was still sleeping. still, i woke up to answer her call. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;she told me not to feel sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. cuz it's just not worth it. said that i'm still young, and prolly when i step into the working social life, i'd be able to noe more people, a lot better than her own son, who'd treat me &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101% more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than how he treated me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt think of it that way. i noe i have to face it. he's not my type and i'm just not his. &lt;strong&gt;but i still cant give up.&lt;/strong&gt; i cant just let my relationship which i placed much hopes in just went crushing like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really have to face it... that we're no longer together. and that we &lt;strong&gt;cant&lt;/strong&gt; be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb now and then, i'll cry myself to sleep each time i think of him. like what i did this morning. but i dun wanna destroy my eyes. i dun want it &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;puffy and swollen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly, i'll just do something to myself and make him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that he's lost a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt; but&lt;em&gt; i hate u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111485334179675791?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111485334179675791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111485334179675791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111485334179675791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111485334179675791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-moon-and-back.html' title='To the Moon and Back'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111470091704235708</id><published>2005-04-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:00:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assorted. Accumulated. Clumped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;23rd April' 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my cousin's, Lily, wedding ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;It was held around the church in Novena area and, damned. the ceremony took longer than i'd expected. I'd attended one when i was much younger, my mom practically dragged me to it. but this recent one had me sit through it quietly and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;sobbing so loudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after my cousin said her thank you-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It was a difficult task to even acknowledge that the cousin i've visited her house ever-so-often is married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. there was much controversy when she wasnt even attached at the age of prolly, i think, 29. my mom used to worry for her and her sister, that they cant get themselves attached. not that they are non good-lookers, but in actual fact, they are good looking, but they're still not attached only till recent years. and Lily's 32 now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Golden ripe age for KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so happy for her. her husband's a doctor. same age as her. quite good-looking, in a decent way. and very charismatic. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm so happy for her. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sure does pity that poor couple, whom cant take their lunch in time cuz they have to take pix all da way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;24th April'2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannie asked me out. i&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; was shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anywyaz, i went out with her and jinling. she wanted to buy a phone and some formal clothings, and i wanted to shop, so i tagged along. we went to causeway point(cp) to look for the formal tops. myy. that place is flooded with maternity and kiddos' clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she got herself a top at OSMOSE. a shop which is only meant for the skinnies. i think my body will just rip the whole top off, if i were to don on one. but anywayz. the top that jeannie bought was nice. and she wanted to look for hp. and we'd decided that cp wasnt the right place to look for one, so we head back to our hometown, Ang Mo Kio. and jinling went back home le. with her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,jeannie dint manage to buy any phones, cuz i thought it was quite a haste and that she sitll hasnt seen one which has met her eyes. so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we ended up getting a haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mine, which &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/nerdo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;25th april'2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to attend Lily's wedding dinner at the meritus hotel. luckily this time around, her thank-you speech dint really drive my eyes to tears. i dun wanna look fugly at that kinda event. the food was, so-so lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and prolly by now, they'll be heading to japan. for their &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honeyymoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! lol. oh btw, my other cousin said thaat lily's husband's family did object to them being together before. cuz of their incompatible job scope. lily's a social worker, while her husband's a doc. what the hell. i hate snobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;27th april'2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with sharon for a job hunt. met up at 5.30pm at city hall and headed to bugis. went for an interview at one of the buildings there as an telemarketer. geez. i doubt they'll call. but the pay's damn bagus lar. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;$8-12 bucks per hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and prolly even more if we'd close a case. lol. but it seems like money's not coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dined at shaw tower's tanaka jap restaurant. and we both had&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; ramen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and i thought it kinda tasted like maggie mee. =-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint taste as good as i'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after dinner, bf says that he wants to meet me. so, i went to his place and hees. he shoved me this present he bought for me with awkwardness. "Nah! For you." and i opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/pressie1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i pressed its belly, it would light up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/foreveryou/pressie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sqeak:"MUUUAackz! I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i jumped with joy. in my head. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm trying to show off now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;28th April'2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with jinling and sharon in a job-hunting event. we went to ask for a sales job at bugis. u noe. selling handbags. sharon had to commence the job tmr. cuz they need ppl. but jinling and i agreed in silence that it wasnt a job that we both will want. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so we lied that we may be only starting work on the 1st of may&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. prolly going to turn it down if they really were to call us. cuz i dint like it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and we bought t-shirts for ourselves. and i bought an additional belt cuz myy current one is going to rot.&lt;br /&gt;sharon's bought her yesterday. and jinling and i went to the orchard library. it's been ages since i last caught up with a novel. i wanna improve on my english,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DESPERATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! i sound liek shit now when i converse in english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, jinling and sharon saw my hairstyle, they both commented that i look better with the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-End-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111470091704235708?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111470091704235708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111470091704235708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111470091704235708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111470091704235708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/04/assorted-accumulated-clumped.html' title='Assorted. Accumulated. Clumped.'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111372840626724111</id><published>2005-04-17T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:00:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is mine. See the difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizdiva.net/bt/scorpio-love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Scorpio - Your Love Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're red hot passion makes anyone you date feel extremely wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyalty, to the point of doing anything to protect your lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mysterious and charismatic - and you easily draw people in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You tend to be paranoid and think that the worst is going on with your lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You turn cold and mean at the first sign of conflict in relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You sometimes become obsessed with dates&lt;/span&gt; - so much so that you develop jealousy early on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will take the time to win you over. Not an easy task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is able to keep up with your carnal appetite... lots of stamina needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reassures you of their love and loyalty on a daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You prefer to stay in with take out and conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - so that no one else is distracting you and your date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot. New partners have trouble believing that your libido is for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have incredible sexual intuition - you always know what your lover craves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bit bossy. You know what you want, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and you certainly aren't afraid to ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so secretive with your love - they want you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let go of your jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Your partner has chosen *you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spend more time alone, doing things you love. It will help you be less obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/b&gt; Dark red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best day for a date:&lt;/b&gt; Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111372840626724111?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111372840626724111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111372840626724111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111372840626724111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111372840626724111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-this-is-mine-see-difference.html' title='And this is mine. See the difference?'/><author><name>*☆ Kelly ☆*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100081468580442268</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-7339122.post-111372796468868782</id><published>2005-04-17T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T16:56:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Love traits. I'd highlighted those which are true in purple~</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizdiva.net/bt/gemini-love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Gemini - Your Love Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lively, outgoing attitude attracts people to you everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You can talk your way into - and out of - any situation you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're adaptable enough to flirt with anyone - and people tend to fight over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You get easily bored in relationships&lt;/span&gt;, and tend to jump from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a bit of a player - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and have a high tolerance for drama in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not the most emphathetic person, you tend to tell lovers to "get over" their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is intelligent and quick witted enough to keep you interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is a bit of a shape shifter, providing you with the variety you crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An open minded person, who's willling to have a non-traditional relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If your date shows you a new experience (like Egyptian food or scuba diving), you're very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experimental: it's rare that you try the same thing twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultra kinky - you do stuff that's not even in books yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hot and cold...&lt;/span&gt; sometimes you're just not into the whole sex thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Settle down a little. Sometimes good things come with time - so don't let people go so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge that you're a player and flirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your mate can't live with this, find someone who can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give your partner a little more attention. You don't have to be a social butterfly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/b&gt; Sunny yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best day for a date:&lt;/b&gt; Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your free love profile at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339122-111372796468868782?l=voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoo-dolls-on-rage.blogspot.com/feeds/111372796468868782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7339122&amp;postID=111372796468868782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111372796468868782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339122/posts/default/111372796468868782'/><link rel='alternate' 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