<?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-35504458</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:10:25.472+08:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Everything was beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'>and nothing hurt</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5787713979139776885</id><published>2008-01-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:26:28.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE MOVED</title><content type='html'>hello all my readers, I HAVE MOVED! to &lt;a href="http://newromantic.wordpress.com/"&gt;See you at the lights &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 goodbye blogger, its been fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5787713979139776885?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5787713979139776885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5787713979139776885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5787713979139776885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5787713979139776885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;VE MOVED'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3000487737922399216</id><published>2007-12-31T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:01:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007</title><content type='html'>I'm terrible at reflections, I had an excellent (and very exciting) 2007 though and I know 2008 will be even better (: I'll be spending New Year's Eve with people I love so HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! May your 2008 be fabulous too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3000487737922399216?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3000487737922399216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3000487737922399216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3000487737922399216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3000487737922399216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2007'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-1559061425834169702</id><published>2007-12-27T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T03:03:16.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Hello!</title><content type='html'>These videos are so bloody funny, watch it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5cS07X06VY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5cS07X06VY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbioHzo6eJg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VbioHzo6eJg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so plastic and says the funniest things! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who has watched Borat will know that Sascha is a genius, but this video just seals the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOjBYtwUP5s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOjBYtwUP5s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-1559061425834169702?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/1559061425834169702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=1559061425834169702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1559061425834169702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1559061425834169702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-hello.html' title='Well, Hello!'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8903659382644377330</id><published>2007-12-25T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:50:00.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I make the beat go boom papi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R2_vRaZvM1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/iqDkA8PD9kI/s1600-h/so_tietie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R2_vRaZvM1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/iqDkA8PD9kI/s400/so_tietie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147595981531853650" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year's Christmas has been fantastic (: First it was dinner for sam's farewell (he's all army now) then it was dinner at Juju's place (with like 3 kinds of dessert) then it was dinner at Ade's place which was great cause it was all home cooked (first time for lazy charbs&amp;amp;co!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R2_w9aZvM2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/uq4Na70XAXM/s1600-h/partyy2_R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R2_w9aZvM2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/uq4Na70XAXM/s400/partyy2_R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147597836957725538" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had more dessert, then today I had a giant Indian dinner and  a little party at work (: Feel all loved and contented. Merry xmas y'all. You know I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just hope that New year's will be as good (: I'm a little happy cause of all the Chardonnay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8903659382644377330?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8903659382644377330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8903659382644377330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8903659382644377330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8903659382644377330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-make-beat-go-boom-papi.html' title='I make the beat go boom papi'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R2_vRaZvM1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/iqDkA8PD9kI/s72-c/so_tietie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-4240412510711732720</id><published>2007-12-20T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T03:05:12.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway you choose to give it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R2lqAaZvM0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/aJIHQZzoUJw/s1600-h/26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R2lqAaZvM0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/aJIHQZzoUJw/s400/26m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145760604567319362" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn she's gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since my whole Zoukout fiasco, I've been laying low, working alot, hanging out with my bestest friends (eating alot), well, I've had way too much drama for one year. In 2007, I've fallen off a bike, puked in the middle of the BKK Airport (remember that one?) and now been sent to hospital from Zoukout. I've somehow managed to up my drama factor notch by notch on the scale. I can't help but laugh at myself, what's the point in taking life so seriously? I also still have boobs that attract food and everything else (like hello, I INVENTED the boob stain) it's really quite interesting being my friend, I'm very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also addicted to this song, listen to it, its rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/g-aTDt5jDb/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/g-aTDt5jDb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jules:&lt;/span&gt; Handcuffs, yay! If my present is cheaper then 35, my santa now knows what to top it up with (: no candy for me, just handcuffs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ade:&lt;/span&gt; Yes thankfully The New Paper didn't catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam:&lt;/span&gt; Hahah, I think the whole world knows already lah, you've told everyone right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-4240412510711732720?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/4240412510711732720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=4240412510711732720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4240412510711732720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4240412510711732720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/12/anyway-you-choose-to-give-it.html' title='Anyway you choose to give it'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R2lqAaZvM0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/aJIHQZzoUJw/s72-c/26m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-358640984332745328</id><published>2007-12-10T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:26:20.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club foot</title><content type='html'>The main reason that I can't really blog about ZoukOut is because I really can't remember anything about it. One moment I was drinking, playing Never ever have I ever, and the next I woke up in SGH A&amp;amp;E with drips in my right hand. I was just scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I spoilt ur ZoukOut I'm really very sorry, for those of you who were there, when I passed out and when I woke up, thank you so much. And I'm never going to laugh at the people who pass out from drinking ever again. I seriously think my drink got spiked, doesn't matter though, other then a bruise on my head, a sprained arm and lots of small scratches and a huge fear of drinking, I'm perfectly fine. Thank god for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam: &lt;/span&gt;Because for a long moment in front of my laptop, I didn't know what to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-358640984332745328?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/358640984332745328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=358640984332745328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/358640984332745328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/358640984332745328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/12/club-foot.html' title='Club foot'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6524450697012080737</id><published>2007-12-08T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:24:08.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merrymaking</title><content type='html'>After a super long time, we went to Beat, and we had a fabulous time (: I edited these pics to their current perfection k. All of you BOW DOWN TO THE GREAT ONE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pTFZBV23I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GWonq7iAtus/s1600-h/Page_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pTFZBV23I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GWonq7iAtus/s400/Page_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141513276677806962" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Extreeeeeeeeeme close up &amp;amp; Arthur being a perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pTA5BV22I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jv-eq3s8ucQ/s1600-h/Page_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pTA5BV22I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jv-eq3s8ucQ/s400/Page_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141513199368395618" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pS8ZBV21I/AAAAAAAAAUI/-rODBRjkpa4/s1600-h/Page_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pS8ZBV21I/AAAAAAAAAUI/-rODBRjkpa4/s400/Page_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141513122058984274" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pS2JBV20I/AAAAAAAAAUA/sCN_dl6xA4A/s1600-h/Page_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pS2JBV20I/AAAAAAAAAUA/sCN_dl6xA4A/s400/Page_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141513014684801858" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSt5BV2zI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aWbbLctSvbw/s1600-h/Page_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSt5BV2zI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aWbbLctSvbw/s400/Page_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512872950881074" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSopBV2yI/AAAAAAAAATw/ziDRHUYFYY8/s1600-h/Page_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSopBV2yI/AAAAAAAAATw/ziDRHUYFYY8/s400/Page_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512782756567842" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one's my fav.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very shocked by the cam's flash, Jules thinks she's a fairy princess,&lt;br /&gt;Steph is a hot rabbit and Shanna... well, she's just being Shanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSkJBV2xI/AAAAAAAAATo/g2tVCalbeKs/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSkJBV2xI/AAAAAAAAATo/g2tVCalbeKs/s400/Page_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512705447156498" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSf5BV2wI/AAAAAAAAATg/1hoePujXWso/s1600-h/Page_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSf5BV2wI/AAAAAAAAATg/1hoePujXWso/s400/Page_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512632432712450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSaZBV2vI/AAAAAAAAATY/gjHiRP-R5Fg/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSaZBV2vI/AAAAAAAAATY/gjHiRP-R5Fg/s400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512537943431922" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSVZBV2uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Jc3kKvhTcjA/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pSVZBV2uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Jc3kKvhTcjA/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512452044085986" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Home Club rox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All this editing has left me with no energy to type. And I really really like how my top glows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6524450697012080737?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6524450697012080737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6524450697012080737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6524450697012080737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6524450697012080737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/12/merrymaking.html' title='Merrymaking'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1pTFZBV23I/AAAAAAAAAUY/GWonq7iAtus/s72-c/Page_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8147871578256846074</id><published>2007-12-07T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:02:57.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for christmas</title><content type='html'>issssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1j7N7Xn7RI/AAAAAAAAATI/LxLHEFmlx1Y/s1600-h/61303_1_122_805lo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1j7N7Xn7RI/AAAAAAAAATI/LxLHEFmlx1Y/s400/61303_1_122_805lo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141135191337069842" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ZACHARY QUINTO in those glasses. yummmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I'll like disappear for 2 weeks with this one.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll come back walking like a crab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If cannot, then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A POLAROID CAMERA, I hear from Moo that there's a shop at Peninsula selling them for 30 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this book called Mictrotrends by Mark Penn, it makes a fascinating read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a notebook planner for 2008, I like those binded with rings, hate the other kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's all I can come up with. Thanks secret santaxxx. They are ranked in the order of wanting, so yeah I want the cam the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and we also should go out for a proper charbs&amp;amp;co xmas dinner, like around the 21st/ 22nd of Dec k? We shall plan. (: See you loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8147871578256846074?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8147871578256846074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8147871578256846074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8147871578256846074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8147871578256846074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for christmas'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R1j7N7Xn7RI/AAAAAAAAATI/LxLHEFmlx1Y/s72-c/61303_1_122_805lo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5240828158659453243</id><published>2007-11-27T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:54:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same same, but different</title><content type='html'>Don't you think that after awhile all these kids who are so intent on being different kind of end up being the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5240828158659453243?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5240828158659453243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5240828158659453243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5240828158659453243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5240828158659453243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/11/same-same-but-different.html' title='Same same, but different'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7765626586470275274</id><published>2007-11-26T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:23:31.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow</title><content type='html'>My life is boring. Everyone is so busy with work so I have like no friends -_- so when I come home after work and I'm bored, what do I do?? Simple! I look at LOLCats on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mvEzJpfDI/AAAAAAAAATA/dCKmJ2ifW2o/s1600-h/n9324337_40817358_9012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mvEzJpfDI/AAAAAAAAATA/dCKmJ2ifW2o/s400/n9324337_40817358_9012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136829346977774642" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mu_TJpfCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EHGN_IFrtHk/s1600-h/n9324337_40817251_2415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mu_TJpfCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EHGN_IFrtHk/s400/n9324337_40817251_2415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136829252488494114" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mu2DJpfBI/AAAAAAAAASw/sCXzhg52quY/s1600-h/n9324337_40817242_974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mu2DJpfBI/AAAAAAAAASw/sCXzhg52quY/s400/n9324337_40817242_974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136829093574704146" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mupTJpfAI/AAAAAAAAASo/LAVtWJ6Bi3I/s1600-h/n9324337_40817235_9927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mupTJpfAI/AAAAAAAAASo/LAVtWJ6Bi3I/s400/n9324337_40817235_9927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136828874531372034" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0muazJpe_I/AAAAAAAAASg/aG-6Pu_30vA/s1600-h/n9324337_40817022_7213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0muazJpe_I/AAAAAAAAASg/aG-6Pu_30vA/s400/n9324337_40817022_7213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136828625423268850" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0muRzJpe-I/AAAAAAAAASY/dd2V7kkgras/s1600-h/cat366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0muRzJpe-I/AAAAAAAAASY/dd2V7kkgras/s400/cat366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136828470804446178" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0muHjJpe9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/3WzHAV0KrDA/s1600-h/cat344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0muHjJpe9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/3WzHAV0KrDA/s400/cat344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136828294710787026" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mt2zJpe8I/AAAAAAAAASI/vH4EICT83H0/s1600-h/cat293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mt2zJpe8I/AAAAAAAAASI/vH4EICT83H0/s400/cat293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136828006947978178" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mtljJpe7I/AAAAAAAAASA/lIqRUYetRuU/s1600-h/cat161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mtljJpe7I/AAAAAAAAASA/lIqRUYetRuU/s400/cat161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827710595234738" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mtRjJpe6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/AifY5BD1RyQ/s1600-h/cat125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mtRjJpe6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/AifY5BD1RyQ/s400/cat125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827366997851042" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mtHjJpe5I/AAAAAAAAARw/RsrHzSyOnEA/s1600-h/cat16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mtHjJpe5I/AAAAAAAAARw/RsrHzSyOnEA/s400/cat16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827195199159186" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and this is a super cutezxzxzx video, these guys they dubbed words over these cats. Its so bloody cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/56HNf3Qw9io&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/56HNf3Qw9io&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7765626586470275274?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7765626586470275274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7765626586470275274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7765626586470275274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7765626586470275274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/11/meow.html' title='meow'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/R0mvEzJpfDI/AAAAAAAAATA/dCKmJ2ifW2o/s72-c/n9324337_40817358_9012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6364956114106549597</id><published>2007-11-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:17:05.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Whole Wide World - Wreckless Eric]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and dreams take form much faster once you give it a name. Try it. It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I was a young boy&lt;br /&gt;My mama said to me&lt;br /&gt;There's only one girl in the world for you&lt;br /&gt;And she probably lives in Tahiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6364956114106549597?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6364956114106549597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6364956114106549597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6364956114106549597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6364956114106549597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/11/beautiful-girls.html' title='The Beautiful Girls'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2681324075048464923</id><published>2007-11-11T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:12:00.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall of records</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RzanaSYAjUI/AAAAAAAAARg/9YMp31TNYUw/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RzanaSYAjUI/AAAAAAAAARg/9YMp31TNYUw/s400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131472895486233922" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random pics of family (: and cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RzaniSYAjVI/AAAAAAAAARo/oQJdC2L-8Ws/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RzaniSYAjVI/AAAAAAAAARo/oQJdC2L-8Ws/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131473032925187410" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although school really pissed me off by placing our last paper a day after Deepavali, I still had a really good time. I had a pretty pretty outfit which I didn't want to take off and there was so much food, so much GOOD FOOD. We also celebrated my cousin's birhtday, so there's lots of cake as well! I need to go on a post Deepavali + 3 weeks of studying in Macs diet, but there's still so much to eat at home! How liddat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer hols (in Aussie terms) are here!!! 2 months of holidays!! Omg, so many things I want to do! Juju is coming back! I'm going to be bartending about 4 nights a week so if any of you people are in the Mohd Sultan vicinity I EXPECT A VISIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I haven't been this excited about holidays in a very long time, cause I haven't studied this hard in a very long time either. Let's go out as much as possible k people! Time to catch up and stay out late because I have nothing to wake up for!! (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mavis: &lt;/span&gt;That does sound damn scary lah! Everyone should just dream of talking cats (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2681324075048464923?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2681324075048464923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2681324075048464923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2681324075048464923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2681324075048464923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/11/hall-of-records.html' title='Hall of records'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RzanaSYAjUI/AAAAAAAAARg/9YMp31TNYUw/s72-c/Page_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7142975401239968232</id><published>2007-11-06T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:09:04.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of cats and relatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RzGcG8-v33I/AAAAAAAAARY/lbsol8T7ceU/s1600-h/animals_108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RzGcG8-v33I/AAAAAAAAARY/lbsol8T7ceU/s400/animals_108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130053093814165362" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the WEIRDEST dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with me walking home from a bus stop, I was with someone, Sam I think. And this cat came towards me and like jumped up, and I caught it. It was this adorable ginger cat and it told me to take it home, like telepathically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told it that I can't do that cause my grandma won't let me keep it. So I put it down and continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my hand phone rang, I picked it up AND IT WAS THE CAT!! What the hell right, it told me that it was following me home anyway and that it will make my grandma fall in love with it. I told it that it wasn't going to happen. But when I turned around, it really was following me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no it wasn't talking on a handphone, it was doing that telepathy thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home and it did follow me home, and my grandma did fall in love with it and I did keep it. Such a happy little ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juju: &lt;/span&gt;You don't shit in public anyway, and you could use disposable undies, just tie it up and throw it away once you're done shitting in it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7142975401239968232?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7142975401239968232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7142975401239968232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7142975401239968232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7142975401239968232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-cats-and-relatives.html' title='Of cats and relatives'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RzGcG8-v33I/AAAAAAAAARY/lbsol8T7ceU/s72-c/animals_108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6064225379272961722</id><published>2007-11-02T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:28:12.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Shake a fist - Hot Chip]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RyoZzs-v31I/AAAAAAAAARM/EBSDykqF9mo/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RyoZzs-v31I/AAAAAAAAARM/EBSDykqF9mo/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127939501753098066" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RyoYN8-v3yI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/y2ix8VeTjio/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RyoYN8-v3yI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/y2ix8VeTjio/s400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127937753701408546" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RyoYTc-v3zI/AAAAAAAAARA/IGInmgzdMAE/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RyoYTc-v3zI/AAAAAAAAARA/IGInmgzdMAE/s400/Page_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127937848190689074" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was good music, cheap drinks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; fantabulous costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had lots of fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should be umset that you missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6064225379272961722?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6064225379272961722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6064225379272961722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6064225379272961722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6064225379272961722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-edition.html' title='The Halloween Edition'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RyoZzs-v31I/AAAAAAAAARM/EBSDykqF9mo/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2399626776277993574</id><published>2007-11-01T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:08:27.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween prequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Ryl6h8-v3wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6wHn7jIEv-I/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Ryl6h8-v3wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6wHn7jIEv-I/s400/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127764374461603586" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my fabulous purple cape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More pictures soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juju: &lt;/span&gt;Maybe you should get it, then you can pee EVERYWHERE standing up. Not just your toilet. Think about it, you'll never have to sit on a toilet bowl ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mavis: &lt;/span&gt;Its not naughty lah, it just looks like a really big penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ade &amp;amp; Gwyn: &lt;/span&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2399626776277993574?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2399626776277993574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2399626776277993574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2399626776277993574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2399626776277993574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-prequel.html' title='Halloween prequel'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Ryl6h8-v3wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6wHn7jIEv-I/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3329405772221578091</id><published>2007-10-25T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:11:45.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Inches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt; What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shenis.com/images/shenis_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.shenis.com/images/shenis_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) &lt;/span&gt;A really long dildo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(b) &lt;/span&gt;A gold, really long dildo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(c) &lt;/span&gt;Priya's new sex toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(d) &lt;/span&gt;A device that will help women pee standing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct Answer : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hur hur... its called a &lt;a href="http://www.shenis.com/about.html"&gt;She-nis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3329405772221578091?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3329405772221578091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3329405772221578091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3329405772221578091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3329405772221578091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/10/12-inches.html' title='12 Inches'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7707768398193690623</id><published>2007-10-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:33:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animations</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from accounts, decided to show you some videos I've come across recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/47oAcD2qwzM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/47oAcD2qwzM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog video dating. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1qiGyxPplAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to balance it out, here's one about cats (: Damn cute little animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pPCkhYMQgY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pPCkhYMQgY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is just amazing! Well written and very well executed. I likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juju: &lt;/span&gt;When you get back we'll play more charades... and poker, hearts, mahjong, dai dee... oh and bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ade: &lt;/span&gt;It had nothing to do with the Bible lah, you said hole-y cause you thought Mavis meant holes when she was making actions about spots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7707768398193690623?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7707768398193690623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7707768398193690623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7707768398193690623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7707768398193690623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/10/animations.html' title='Animations'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-41286230136861451</id><published>2007-10-15T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:08:56.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Cocks in a Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[The Perfect Crime #2.51 - The Decemberists]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we met up to celebrate ABLEdKOHWEIMINGthefairyprincess's 20th birthday. Actually come to think of it, we didn't really celebrate it - he paid for his own lunch, we didn't sing him a birthday song and we didn't make him do crazy things while standing on a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had to blog about the perverted little minds that we have (just to make Juju jealous really). WM had this IQ test to tell us about I found it &lt;a href="http://intelligence-test.net/part1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. There's a semi-retarded very slow guy in WM's camp who got alot of it correct (more then WM). Makes me feel like I belong in the army with all the other stupid boys and that slow-retarded semi-genius is going to become a lecturer one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to play charades. Knowing us, we couldn't play normal charades like other people, we had to play charbs &amp;amp; co charades - so typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the word he was trying to describe but the moment Weiming pointed to himself everyone said "GAY!" unanimously. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was mine, and I was first trying to get the word boy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I point and Weiming and everyone says "Gay!" again. I point at Sal and immediately get Boy. hahahaha. Band came easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word: &lt;b&gt;Bambi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mavis does actions that are supposed to represent Bambi - involves antlers and spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guesses:&lt;br /&gt;"Rain deer"&lt;br /&gt;"Rudolph"&lt;br /&gt;"Merry Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;"A hole-y deer" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adeline is a genius, because in her world, deers have holes on their body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helicopter position (yes, it is a sex position)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adeline tries to become a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guesses:&lt;br /&gt;"Rodeo"&lt;br /&gt;"Cowboy"&lt;br /&gt;"Horse"&lt;br /&gt;"Western"&lt;br /&gt;"Ride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Texas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ran out of Texas/Cowboy related words. So Adeline changed her tactics. It made more sense after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pamela Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its Mavis describing again, she started off trying to make us guess Baywatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guesses:&lt;br /&gt;"Red"&lt;br /&gt;"TV"&lt;br /&gt;"Run"&lt;br /&gt;"Tits"&lt;br /&gt;"Bouncing tits"&lt;br /&gt;"Bouncing tits on TV"&lt;br /&gt;"Jules?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiming decides to help and proceeds to act like a glamourous pussy with big tits, we guess correctly soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the word that will give all my dear friends 2 MILLION hellpoints each. Racist fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this word and I rub my facial oil with my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guesses:&lt;br /&gt;"Indian!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes and refuse to do anything else, so I just continue rubbing my facial oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"face"&lt;br /&gt;"cheek"&lt;br /&gt;"point"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deepavali" OMG ADE. 10 MILLION HELL POINTS FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pause to scold everyone and laugh abit, then I continue rubbing my bodily secretions.&lt;br /&gt;They eventually got it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other words phrases that we described:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every tears there is a story behind it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every your problem, is my answer...?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touch your chee with your foot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;umset&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;______ is deprethed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a ho - I'm very proud of my Ho action. I'm not even going to bother trying to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transformers - which had WM doing a little dance with his phone, was quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There were many others, I just can't remember them. Currently, my brain is full of Accounts Chapter 11 - Costing an entity. It is NOT an exciting topic. My first paper is in 10 days. Fuck. I'm going to get some sleep now. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-41286230136861451?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/41286230136861451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=41286230136861451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/41286230136861451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/41286230136861451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/10/20-cocks-in-pan.html' title='20 Cocks in a Pan'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-908965247556528442</id><published>2007-10-10T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:38:59.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>I hate how the word passion is thrown around so carelessly. I for one have no idea what I'm passionate about. Its supposed to be a strong and barely controllable emotion - these days I'm so controlled I amaze myself. In things that I used to be careless and irrational in, I have become well, careful and rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where do you draw a line between being rational and passion-less. I knew that my life lacked something, I think its passion. After thinking about it a bit, I remember a time when my life seemed much more full. Like I wasn't happy 24/7, but the points where I was happy I was over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with being so vulnerable to passion is that when you are upset, it just drains everything out of you because you feel so much. So, there's this choice then, should I be passionate and enjoy the pain that comes with it like some freaky sadist or should I remain as calm and controlled as I am now and be bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose passion - not a very difficult choice, surprisingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-908965247556528442?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/908965247556528442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=908965247556528442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/908965247556528442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/908965247556528442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/10/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7091357094166917055</id><published>2007-10-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:35:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumar the queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Delivery - Babyshambles]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwkJENZLNMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3jt10LieCQM/s1600-h/1481329094_b43668b93e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwkJENZLNMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3jt10LieCQM/s400/1481329094_b43668b93e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118632419402659010" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think anyone has any doubt&lt;br /&gt;about how every tears has a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before I talk about the FABULOUS Kumar show that I went for, I think that Bugis Village is the place that trends go to die. If you walk along Bugis Street now, other then seeing tee shirts with the best English ever (just like the one above), you'll see pop coloured jeans and TONS, I repeat TONS of LITTLE MISS tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw every other 15 year old girl wearing a Little Miss Tee in Orchard on Friday. OMG I so wanted a gun so I could shoot each and every one of them. Such a turn off. Once everyone has it, I don't want it anymore. Once everyone is wearing it, I think its hideous. Just like once a song is on the radio, I think it sucks, I don't even give it a chance. I'm just a bitch like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just had to get that off my chest. I can breath a little better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar Kumar Kumar, what can I say? I love the dress-and-heels-wearing-skinny-indian-man. So does my grandma, which is why we went to watch him at the Esplanade today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwkGntZLNLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BHwnPTL-RVo/s1600-h/1481329094_b43668b93e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwkGntZLNLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BHwnPTL-RVo/s400/1481329094_b43668b93e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118629730753131698" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwkGK9ZLNKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_JzQ1eZRbFw/s1600-h/home-kumarthequeen_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwkGK9ZLNKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_JzQ1eZRbFw/s400/home-kumarthequeen_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118629236831892642" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hilarious. And he has to be the SKINNIEST man I've ever seen in hot pants and a sequined bra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7091357094166917055?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7091357094166917055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7091357094166917055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7091357094166917055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7091357094166917055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/10/kumar-queen.html' title='Kumar the queen'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwkJENZLNMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3jt10LieCQM/s72-c/1481329094_b43668b93e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5147080686243275960</id><published>2007-10-06T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T16:16:38.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keffiyeh</title><content type='html'>To show that I'm not all bimbo, although I still want to become a fashion policewoman, I Googled the scarf that I wore yesterday and found out about its origins. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And shouldn't the word Google be in the dictionary already?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keffiyeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defn: The keffiyeh is a traditional &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Headdress" title="Headdress"&gt;headdress&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arab" title="Arab"&gt;Arab&lt;/a&gt; men, made of a square of cloth ("&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarf" title="Scarf"&gt;scarf&lt;/a&gt;"), usually &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cotton" title="Cotton"&gt;cotton&lt;/a&gt;, folded and wrapped in various styles around the head. It is commonly found in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arid" title="Arid"&gt;arid&lt;/a&gt; climate areas to provide protection from direct &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun_exposure" title="Sun exposure"&gt;sun exposure&lt;/a&gt;, as well as for occasional use in protecting the mouth and eyes from blown dust and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sand" title="Sand"&gt;sand&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Its amazing what becomes fashion these days, since Nicholas Ghesquire sent it down his Balenciaga Fall RTW 07 Runway, its beginning to appear everywhere. And I really really liked one, so I went ahead and got it, despite the obvious heating up of Singapore. Now I'm going to wear it every opportunity I get. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwdDVNZLNJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FaxttCkreEc/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwdDVNZLNJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FaxttCkreEc/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118133533181424786" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll update again once I get pics of last night from Mavis, now to shower and go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mavis:&lt;/span&gt; Well, Winston is the cutest and loudest dick ever then. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5147080686243275960?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5147080686243275960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5147080686243275960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5147080686243275960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5147080686243275960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/10/keffiyeh.html' title='Keffiyeh'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RwdDVNZLNJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/FaxttCkreEc/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8401661914125785161</id><published>2007-09-29T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:31:37.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She must be pretty, she likes cats</title><content type='html'>OMG I WANT AN EXOTIC SHORTHAIR TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Winston. I've watched all his YouTube clips and I love him to bits. He's just so annoying, its endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6YSyPH2UmX8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6YSyPH2UmX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x15obEcIZzg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x15obEcIZzg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's so damn lazy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More annoying-ly cute cats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rv3TaInK89I/AAAAAAAAAP0/oiprJUFiHG4/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rv3TaInK89I/AAAAAAAAAP0/oiprJUFiHG4/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115477197704590290" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rv3TgonK8-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/8Da0YKmZGgE/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rv3TgonK8-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/8Da0YKmZGgE/s400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115477309373740002" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the one with the bonnet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8401661914125785161?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8401661914125785161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8401661914125785161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8401661914125785161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8401661914125785161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-must-be-pretty-she-likes-cats.html' title='She must be pretty, she likes cats'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rv3TaInK89I/AAAAAAAAAP0/oiprJUFiHG4/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-4082603074189748082</id><published>2007-09-23T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:37:28.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firecracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[She's so lovely - Scouting for girls]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out a few days ago that my first paper is on the 25th of October. Followed by the 6th and 9th of November. Then I'll be done with my first semester of uni. School has been such a whirlwind. I still only know the names of my own group members - I have all of 5 friends. Isn't that fantastic? I'm so sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ppl, I am planning to lock myself at home for one month to study. And this month of self grounding happens to start on Thursday the 27th of September. No clubbing, dinner at the most and LOTS AND LOTS of studying. Do not tempt me or seduce me into the darkness of the night for any fun ok. But the moment my exams are over... well, we'll make plans for that once it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few pretty pictures for me to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RvZqGInK83I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ikB4bQM0a9o/s1600-h/Mad-60th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RvZqGInK83I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ikB4bQM0a9o/s400/Mad-60th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113391080549315442" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want want want her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;This search for heeled oxford booties is driving me a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RvZqa4nK85I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kj1FVNyZswg/s1600-h/R0091506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RvZqa4nK85I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kj1FVNyZswg/s400/R0091506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113391437031601042" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm in love with these 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;The top one cause she's so chic and the bottom one cause she's so andro.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think that black is the new black.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with black all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RvZqXInK84I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ei897IkE_rA/s1600-h/R0089480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RvZqXInK84I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ei897IkE_rA/s400/R0089480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113391372607091586" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-4082603074189748082?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/4082603074189748082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=4082603074189748082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4082603074189748082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4082603074189748082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/09/firecracker.html' title='Firecracker'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RvZqGInK83I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ikB4bQM0a9o/s72-c/Mad-60th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-312981516163626672</id><published>2007-09-15T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:08:21.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[It means nothing - Stereophonics]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So this morning had me bidding farewell to dear Jonny boo boo, I msged him a little something. And Weiming, who plans on becoming a warrior's ho in the army, is leaving for the same reason on Monday. Omg, all the boys are leaving to serve the nation :( so that leaves Charbs and Co with Mavis, Ade and me. For such a big clique, we sure are diminishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Fisherman's Wharf and after a beer with the botak and the ho we went inside Home for Beat! I missed it so. It was good last night, to think I considered wearing heels (thank god I didn't) my feet and calves ached even though I was wearing flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RuuCPi1ulAI/AAAAAAAAANo/5c4OuzpGjUs/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RuuCPi1ulAI/AAAAAAAAANo/5c4OuzpGjUs/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110321405743764482" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RuuC1S1ulBI/AAAAAAAAANw/AUh2vOcWl-8/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RuuC1S1ulBI/AAAAAAAAANw/AUh2vOcWl-8/s400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110322054283826194" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RuuC7i1ulCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WMFdPTUxMbQ/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RuuC7i1ulCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WMFdPTUxMbQ/s400/Page_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110322161658008610" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click on all for larger views)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we jumped around like little monkeys to the awesome diu diu music and took a whole bunch of shaky smoky pictures. I had so much fun (: I also noticed that my alcohol tolerance has increased AGAIN, getting high is getting more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-312981516163626672?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/312981516163626672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=312981516163626672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/312981516163626672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/312981516163626672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-middle-of-night.html' title='In the middle of the night'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RuuCPi1ulAI/AAAAAAAAANo/5c4OuzpGjUs/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2216553759881830505</id><published>2007-09-11T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:02:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions</title><content type='html'>"Money isn't real, George. It doesn't matter. It only seems like it does." - Blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how money is such a driving force for the things that people do in life. I don't want to be that kind of a person. I'd like to think that happiness to should be the force that drives you to do things, be it personal happiness or the happiness if those you love. What's the point of making all that money if you and those who you care about are so unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times I have heard/seen families, relationships, friendships all gone just because some people involved are too busy chasing the green. If you lost all your money today, would you have anything left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've used this question as a reality check for myself and I think its important to always remember that money comes and goes, we could be really rich one day and the money could all be gone the next - but the things that are left behind are the ones that we should take the best care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2216553759881830505?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2216553759881830505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2216553759881830505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2216553759881830505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2216553759881830505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/09/illusions.html' title='Illusions'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-1928078221102638095</id><published>2007-09-08T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T04:00:51.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyrrheus</title><content type='html'>First, watch &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0221027/"&gt;Blow.&lt;/a&gt; Its rather old, 2001, but its such a good movie. It had me in tears, all over my pretty laptop. Its been a long time since a movie touched me that way - find it on alluc.org or download it or something. You have to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, for those of you out there who read Philip Pullman's Dark Trilogy (like I have) go down to the &lt;a href="http://goldencompassmovie.com/"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt; and do the little What's your deamon quiz because quizzes are just so damn entertaining. I for one always wanted to know what my Deamon was, and according to Charbs &amp;amp; Co I'd be a dove. Well, I love you guys for thinking of me as a peace loving little white bird, but I'm a fox (: Much sexier I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=255022"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=255022" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" height="400" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the quiz k, let's see how many of you think its right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-1928078221102638095?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/1928078221102638095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=1928078221102638095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1928078221102638095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1928078221102638095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/09/pyrrheus.html' title='Pyrrheus'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6500336225133003698</id><published>2007-09-06T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T03:58:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Westlife - Total eclipse of the heart]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Its on the radio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Mavis, FairyprincessIsweatglitterweiming and I went to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8FzsAOI6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/HWagXaJAjOE/s1600-h/ratatouille2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8FzsAOI6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/HWagXaJAjOE/s400/ratatouille2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106806888004985762" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pinch of salt was not enough for my cynical mind, I needed a bottle. But it was cute, especially when they went poof! Adorable little rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie commenced, Mavis (the best photographer in the world) took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8Gb8AOI7I/AAAAAAAAANY/TTD9CtWm3JQ/s1600-h/2prah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8Gb8AOI7I/AAAAAAAAANY/TTD9CtWm3JQ/s400/2prah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106807579494720434" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg! What the fuck is that? It is destroying my perfect smile! I look like Nanny McPhee! Lo and behold, the magic of a black bg + black sweater + finger + good timing = creative genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8HMsAOI8I/AAAAAAAAANg/BQQtVDoagSA/s1600-h/1prah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8HMsAOI8I/AAAAAAAAANg/BQQtVDoagSA/s400/1prah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106808417013343170" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We laughed till our sides ached. And this was before the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, I studied for accounts only to go to class today and realise that my test is NEXT WEEK. Nnnnnnnngh. So, more studying over the weekend - I have both econs and accts test to study for now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nap, I met Sam for coffee, dessert and supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mocha was so-so, THE DESSERT WAS CRAP (NEVER, EVER have the ROYALTINE cake at Coffee club) and supper was fantastic. Its amazing that the best thing out of the lot was the cheapest, I love hawker food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8A4sAOI4I/AAAAAAAAANA/uATLBZCoWfc/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 410px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8A4sAOI4I/AAAAAAAAANA/uATLBZCoWfc/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106801476346192770" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First we took a really nice picture (the one in the middle) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we got all trigger happy and took all the surrounding shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8BAMAOI5I/AAAAAAAAANI/0NlyaPS8okY/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 411px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8BAMAOI5I/AAAAAAAAANI/0NlyaPS8okY/s400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106801605195211666" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Supper - Good stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mavis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The blondie is hot eh. And you read the whole list of definitions! (: I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam: &lt;/span&gt;Ok fine, I said lumb. You are being lumb, just demonstrating how to use it in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt;  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jules: &lt;/span&gt;I miss you like crazzzzzzzy, even more then words can say. I miss you like crazy, every minute of every day..... Ok, I just randomly broke into song. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6500336225133003698?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6500336225133003698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6500336225133003698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6500336225133003698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6500336225133003698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/09/through-glass.html' title='Through glass'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rt8FzsAOI6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/HWagXaJAjOE/s72-c/ratatouille2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5175101553122960787</id><published>2007-09-04T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:52:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have our own language</title><content type='html'>What does your clique do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;umset - Being upset. Very upset, makes you umset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;embreast - This is when you embrace someone's breasts. You embreast them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toilet lood - When you fuck on the lid/hood of a toilet bowl, you are fucking on a toilet lood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is like rocks - Thai food is like rocks (: Meaning very very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;its works - Yes it does! An advertisement said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;princess of Filipino - Mavis is the Princess of Filipino. Not of the Philippines but of Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i unexpected it - Of course you did. I unexpected my English to become this bad after mass comm as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wanderless aimerer - Is what I was in the middle of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheapalow - Is what shopping is in Bangkok. The prices are "cheap n low".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shop it off - This is what Weiming will do to you if you have a penis and you offend him. He will shop it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hong klong - Thats where we went last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheapy - CHEAPY DVD, VCD. Hong Klong taught us this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mystery - Painting your nails black makes you very mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my both parents - Not one, but twoooooo parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chop tot off - A derivation of shop it off. It basically means chopping something off, usually in reference to a penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like like nike like nike nike like (x7) - Continue for as long as it takes for you to collect your thoughts and form a coherent sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hoNEY!~~ Are all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;deAR deAR!~~ terms of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;darLING!~~ endearment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hotsex - rather self explanatory, used as an adjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;funglam - Fucking unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fashsense - Is the name of our blog which we plan to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weeeooooowwweeeewwweeeoooo - Wack!! Please watch Kung Pow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;srsly - If you say seriously fast enough your tongue becomes lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WAGINA - To be said with much aplomb and exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's like looking through life... ... ... - We never understood Jules either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very danger - Some things are very danger, and these things should not be done. Like putting a flammable substance near a fire, or jaywalking when you are high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;living life on the edgy - Is what you do when you do not observe the very danger warnings that your friends give you and jaywalk in Hong Klong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh dear. - I'm a lady. OOoooohOoHohOh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lady lardy - Jules is also known as Lady Lardy, quite a pretty name right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dressed for a beach - Is when one is dressed as though one is going to lounge at the beach. ie. The way alot of Singaporeans dress up to go to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good done -  How you want your steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;well job - With a thumbs up and a great big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sabuder-kimjio - Eating banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sex - Have love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fuck to you - BORAT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;veh nice...! - More Borat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chio chee - Is what the girls of charbs and co have. We have chio chees all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pchub - Its PC Hub darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lap sai - hahah, I don't even know how to explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FAT COW! - YOU ARE AN ENORMOUS FAT PIG! FATTY FAT FAT FAT COW! Marjorie said so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5175101553122960787?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5175101553122960787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5175101553122960787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5175101553122960787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5175101553122960787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-have-our-own-language.html' title='We have our own language'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6027731210525357090</id><published>2007-09-02T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:50:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New rave disco diva</title><content type='html'>Finally, I get one day off from craziness and I immediately turn into a lazy piece of ass. I slept till 1pm and I've spent my day, colouring my hair black (white hair was taking over), painting my toenails dark purple (damn prettttttty) and looking through all my fav websites. Also did a mask and removed my whiteheads - such satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile I go a little crazy for a certain colour, like I recently went through a blue phase and have remnants of it all over the place. But I'm slowly recovering from it and going back to more classy pieces. In the shades of black, white and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have always been the best (non) colours to play with. I think the key to looking good is having a very easy to mix and match wardrobe in basic colours, so that whatever you pull out still looks great. I don't really follow fashion trends unless something that really appeals to me pops up (like patent and electric blue) I prefer to invest in basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RtrM7sAOI2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y7JEuDUiFIo/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RtrM7sAOI2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y7JEuDUiFIo/s400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105618453374313314" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RtrMtcAOI1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/OKL5-RcTtcc/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RtrMtcAOI1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/OKL5-RcTtcc/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105618208561177426" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RtrNF8AOI3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/-kxJPaYI33c/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RtrNF8AOI3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/-kxJPaYI33c/s400/Page_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105618629467972466" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://facehunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Facehunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is my fav and I REALLY REALLY want her shoes dammit. Its like on the top of my shopping list - Black laced up heel oxfords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks have just flown by and judging by how things are just going to get busier I need to keep my energy up some how - because when I'm tired I turn into a grouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shanna:&lt;/span&gt; Nnnnngh, should have told me earlier lah, I splurged 50 bucks on my accts text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen: &lt;/span&gt;No probs (: just give me a ring when your schedule permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xic Berrrrrr: &lt;/span&gt;I miss you can! Faster ditch Tekong and come back to charbs &amp; co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xianen: &lt;/span&gt;Halllllow! Fancy seeing you here (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6027731210525357090?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6027731210525357090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6027731210525357090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6027731210525357090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6027731210525357090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-rave-disco-diva.html' title='New rave disco diva'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RtrM7sAOI2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y7JEuDUiFIo/s72-c/Page_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5887670593885551350</id><published>2007-08-25T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:22:01.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>I haven't been this busy in ages. There's school - which has very little contact time but LOADS of stuff for me to do at my own study time which has been allocated to 3 days. Then there's work which takes up 2 days. And all the leftover time is FOR FRIENDS. (: I have to meet some people on a weekly basis - Charbs &amp;amp; co and Sam. For where would I be without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take pictures of everything these days. I think I should start carrying my camera around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5887670593885551350?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5887670593885551350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5887670593885551350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5887670593885551350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5887670593885551350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2396439163389303166</id><published>2007-08-21T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:21:15.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Gravity's Rainbow - The Klaxons (remixed by Soulwax)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I keep myself busy and surrounded with people whom I know love me so that I can be in denial about the people who I wished would love me and I'm such a good bluffer that everyone doesn't even know I want to be loved by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that it's so hard for people to love those who love them and just be content. Again and again I hear of people or meet people with the same core problem. Wanting to be loved by someone who will probably never love them the way they deserve to be loved. I am a victim of it as well. We all are, in one way or another. We let our hearts be trampled over, let our brains be mindfucked and all for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have an epiphany at the end of the day that it all wasn't worth it. That the pain wasn't worth the meager amount of "love", or whatever else you think you might have received from that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a learning process if you start to see pattern in the way you choose people to love? No. Doing the same thing twice and expecting different results is insanity, Einstein said something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you study till late in the night and take a cab home alone - your brain goes into over-fucking-drive. Now I am going to attempt to sleep. G'night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You'll soon know whether or not it's a delusion." I hope it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2396439163389303166?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2396439163389303166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2396439163389303166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2396439163389303166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2396439163389303166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/08/delusion.html' title='Delusion'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5261071145698874300</id><published>2007-08-15T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:02:00.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My straw hat</title><content type='html'>I have a straw hat that I think is too dressy to wear on the streets of Singapore. Thus I have only worn it out once since I got it in BKK. But then I chanced upon these pictures on Style.com today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RsMibCjbgsI/AAAAAAAAALI/jrYFxaryfgQ/s1600-h/01m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RsMibCjbgsI/AAAAAAAAALI/jrYFxaryfgQ/s400/01m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098957051050820290" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RsMinSjbgtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OvBvasFEHqM/s1600-h/rosebowl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RsMinSjbgtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OvBvasFEHqM/s400/rosebowl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098957261504217810" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though these 2 ladies are wearing it in the scorching heat, the only place I go to in the day is school (and although I am daring, I am NOT gg to wear it to school). I am inspired - my hat is EXACTLY like the one in the 2nd pic. I shall wear it out soon. Loud and proud bitches, loud and proud. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5261071145698874300?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5261071145698874300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5261071145698874300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5261071145698874300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5261071145698874300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-straw-hat.html' title='My straw hat'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RsMibCjbgsI/AAAAAAAAALI/jrYFxaryfgQ/s72-c/01m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-183707751843618152</id><published>2007-08-11T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:06:17.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One night</title><content type='html'>I'm a mirror. I'm a good mirror. I always mirror what people do if I want to be friends with that person. If I don't like that person I do the exact opposite of what they are doing. I am not an initiator, I am not aggressive. I am a passive mirror. I've got to stop being a silly schoolgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAT! was last night. And it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2ygyjbgnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-T0Ntu3TarI/s1600-h/n598450200_1024377_8545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2ygyjbgnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-T0Ntu3TarI/s400/n598450200_1024377_8545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097426629649203826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2zdijbgpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cJDwwInxY5c/s1600-h/n598450200_1024360_3441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2zdijbgpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cJDwwInxY5c/s400/n598450200_1024360_3441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097427673326256786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2zkCjbgqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/phxGs5uJEs8/s1600-h/n598450200_1024368_5819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2zkCjbgqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/phxGs5uJEs8/s400/n598450200_1024368_5819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097427784995406498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2zvijbgrI/AAAAAAAAALA/T4z3YO-EGak/s1600-h/n598450200_1024381_9773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2zvijbgrI/AAAAAAAAALA/T4z3YO-EGak/s400/n598450200_1024381_9773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097427982563902130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2y2ijbgoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7QIuGHn2c60/s1600-h/n598450200_1024361_3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2y2ijbgoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7QIuGHn2c60/s400/n598450200_1024361_3752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097427003311358594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures (taken from Ade's facebook) shows two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We had a great time (:&lt;br /&gt;2) Ade really wants me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-183707751843618152?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/183707751843618152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=183707751843618152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/183707751843618152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/183707751843618152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-night.html' title='One night'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rr2ygyjbgnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-T0Ntu3TarI/s72-c/n598450200_1024377_8545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-189012041871951541</id><published>2007-08-09T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T03:45:20.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veiny hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[The ghost of you lingers - Spoon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have learnt certain things along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like family sometimes is not the one you are born into but the ones you meet along the way and you feel as though you belong with them. Like nothing should ever tear you apart because that would be devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or chocolate and green tea are two of the best things in the world. Or that watching Sex and the City is one of the best things that I have done in my life because I've learnt something about everything from that series - so educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I've come to realise is that I do not look old for my age. I am just too calm, collected and well behaved for it. People have this general perception that all 20 year olds have their heads in the clouds, they don't dress very well because all they wear are jeans that are too tight and too low and they do not know how to behave in a civilised manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally can understand this perception because I often find myself giving slightly younger people/ people my age that glare - the one that would kill people if looks could kill, because they can be so freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no longer will I be insulted by the fact that NO ONE ever guesses that I am 20. I shall take it as a compliment. Because in society (no matter how much women deny it) being older often has its benefits and I should really stop worrying about looking younger. I think I look fine just the way I am, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How totally random this post is. But seriously, as Kelso in That 70's show always says, Life is a beauty contest. And though looks alone will not get you through life, having some never works against you. And I cannot stand people who go around acting as if that's a lie! Go on, give yourself that makeover, chop your hair, wax your legs, be confident, stand up straight and make yourself feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is not the only thing that's important, you have to dress the part as well. Don't talk to me if you are not worthy of my intellect and maturity. I'm just beginning to understand the reason alot of people find me intimidating and it might not be such a bad thing. If you are too scared to talk to me, you're probably not worth my time or effort anyway. Go find some dumb kid who will fall for you because I probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF LOOKING GOOD, I HAVE A SHOPPING LIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) More day dresses! Out of the 6 dresses that I bought in BKK (which are all fab by the way) only 2 can be seen in the light of day, the others are way too dressy. So 1 or 2 dresses would be nice (: Oh, bright colours for the dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A pretty pretty hat, in black and white, or some cute colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroUwSjbgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/o-rzPMk2EbM/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroUwSjbgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/o-rzPMk2EbM/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096408748169855522" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) Oxfords! The heeled ones are so freaking pretty but I know that I will not wear them because at the end of the day I am a creature of comfort. But here's a picture just for you to admire its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroViijbgjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DQN5BysX7zw/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 210px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroViijbgjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DQN5BysX7zw/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096409611458282034" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) A gold ring. Big and pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroWLSjbgkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bdVVtT7xQ58/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroWLSjbgkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bdVVtT7xQ58/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096410311537951298" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A patent bag. Either in Black/Grey or an interesting colour - like this Prada one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroZ8ijbglI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5wiK2MwX5sA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroZ8ijbglI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5wiK2MwX5sA/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096414456181391954" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorgeous and fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;I love fashion. I think its become a hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ade:&lt;/span&gt; SURE! Are you sure you're well enough though? We can go next week, update me alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jules:&lt;/span&gt; Fuck to you. You have gigs to watch, all we have is Home to keep our sanity in this insanely mainstream music world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAVIS IS COMING HOME IN 6 DAYS! And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-189012041871951541?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/189012041871951541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=189012041871951541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/189012041871951541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/189012041871951541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/08/veiny-hearts.html' title='Veiny hearts'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RroUwSjbgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/o-rzPMk2EbM/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3063912474974298582</id><published>2007-08-06T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:16:42.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its what you do to me</title><content type='html'>I think it was the copious amounts of gin that I drank last night. Someone once told me that Gin is the most depressing alcohol of the lot. I woke up sad and I've been feeling really really shitty the whole day. I don't know wtf is wrong - actually nothing is wrong but a lot of things are not right either. I need a hug and telling me you love me would be nice as well. I also miss charbee and co like balls. Can we please get together soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3063912474974298582?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3063912474974298582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3063912474974298582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3063912474974298582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3063912474974298582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-what-you-do-to-me.html' title='Its what you do to me'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-115155582587909937</id><published>2007-08-05T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:17:52.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when nothing is beautiful anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you get bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of all the things that used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to make you happy and smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little things like sleeping in, silly boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and big things like family and the idea of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can you do to rekindle that flame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of passion you once felt for things - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for life itself, when living was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not such a burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy once.&lt;br /&gt;Once seems like a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;These days being content is an achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-115155582587909937?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/115155582587909937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=115155582587909937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/115155582587909937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/115155582587909937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-nothing-is-beautiful-anymore.html' title='when nothing is beautiful anymore'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3540989010064272163</id><published>2007-08-04T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:23:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GEMINI HOROSCOPE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You need to take some calculated risks in an important relationship just now, because what you thought was unacceptable in a previous stage of your development is more than likely just exactly what you need now. Don't shy away from trying something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahha omg. This is so freaking scary. This website has constantly shocked me by placing precisely what I'm thinking about on its pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you that somebody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3540989010064272163?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3540989010064272163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3540989010064272163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3540989010064272163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3540989010064272163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-4908326323669874848</id><published>2007-07-31T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:20:46.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a mojito, Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Blood Red Blood - Voxtrot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All my life I thought of love as some voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it." - &lt;/span&gt;Excerpt from Paulo Coelho's Eleven Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, this passage struck such a strong cord with me. School for this first sem promises to be damn slack. Because of my exemption, I only have 3 modules (: which translates to school on three days - 9 hrs altogether. Glam.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-4908326323669874848?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/4908326323669874848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=4908326323669874848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4908326323669874848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4908326323669874848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-mojito-paulo-coelho.html' title='Have a mojito, Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5568697874896257038</id><published>2007-07-30T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:33:19.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5th time</title><content type='html'>For the 5th time in my life, I am able to say, TOMORROW is the first day of school. I'm just contented to have something to do really. I'm not going in with any expectations, just the hope that I meet some normal people. Wish me luck (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5568697874896257038?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5568697874896257038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5568697874896257038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5568697874896257038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5568697874896257038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/5th-time.html' title='The 5th time'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-4307851179400385211</id><published>2007-07-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:31:22.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RqmrVSjbgbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/g4V9kdRECOY/s1600-h/IMG_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RqmrVSjbgbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/g4V9kdRECOY/s400/IMG_0254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091789235965100466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the super indie kids of the 80’s&lt;br /&gt;Who love their friends and their cartoons&lt;br /&gt;Even the retarded ones, which star&lt;br /&gt;Yellow sponges with shorts that live in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the mindless hours of chatting and dancing&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the streets, late at night&lt;br /&gt;Till the early morning – when the sun says hello&lt;br /&gt;And we’re all finally in our own beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sweet, sweet love that makes me feel warm&lt;br /&gt;When I’m a lost little girl with a polka dot dress&lt;br /&gt;And ballet flats on my feet, singing to Deathcab&lt;br /&gt;In my voice that often gets the notes wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For touching my toes is not my only ability&lt;br /&gt;I can hug a million times and laugh for hours&lt;br /&gt;Till we get face cramps and give in to the tiredness&lt;br /&gt;And we say goodnight with light hearts and heavy feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the girl that I love – Jules, I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write a letter for you(even penned this down for you), but every time I tried to get started on one, I'd get all weepy and I'd stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been teary eyed all week, every time I hear The Bravery or some Deathcab song or basically any other sad song that reminded me that you were leaving. I was teary eyed at the airport and even when I got home and started looking at our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be fine and you'll do great and I'm so proud and happy for you. But don't you dare let our friendship dissolve ok, because I love you so much and I never want to lose you. Just the thought of you not being next to me for the next 5 months is enough for me to start crying again, I don't care how stingy I sound, I'm waiting very patiently for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, I'm good at acting as though I'm strong and I it didn't really settle in till I couldn't see your back anymore, but Ju, srsly, you have no idea how much you've affected my life in the past 3 years and I am so thankful to have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDRIES, I'll always be here - just an email/sms/phone call/love letter away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-4307851179400385211?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/4307851179400385211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=4307851179400385211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4307851179400385211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4307851179400385211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/soulmates.html' title='Soulmates'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RqmrVSjbgbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/g4V9kdRECOY/s72-c/IMG_0254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2426763349053003491</id><published>2007-07-25T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:31:21.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undergraduate</title><content type='html'>Guess what guys, I was on SIM's waiting list for the Marketing course, so even though they sent me a rejection letter on Friday (making me a very sad little girl) I GOT A CALL TODAY AND GOT OFFERED A SEAT! I START SCHOOL ON MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I have direction again. I &lt;3 you guys for being so concerned, thanks for all your support. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FREAKING HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2426763349053003491?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2426763349053003491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2426763349053003491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2426763349053003491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2426763349053003491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/undergraduate.html' title='Undergraduate'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3523941902646493532</id><published>2007-07-23T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:11:02.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am disconnected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am incomplete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am no-thingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I am clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and no one makes sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck, I'm all emo and shit. I want a little angel to come down and tell me what to do with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3523941902646493532?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3523941902646493532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3523941902646493532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3523941902646493532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3523941902646493532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/disconnected.html' title='Disconnected'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8795655319134451950</id><published>2007-07-21T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:29:10.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you that somebody?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Flight 180 - Bishop Allen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was fantastic, the music was great, the company was fabulous (as usual) I had good amounts of alcohol, was SUPER DUPER HAPPY when I got home - and then my mood did a complete 180 because I did not get into SIM. And suddenly here I am again, back to what I was in February - aimless, clueless and feeling very alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Jules, I don't know why but my immediate reaction to being teary eyed in the middle of the morning is to call you - love you sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the problem, right here people, I need a job, so if you have any recommendations for events, PR, and Radio - you know whose way to send them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How disconnected I can feel on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like I'm shining all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't wanna be so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before I go to bed tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll signal up to the passing flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hit the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like dancing, dance with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8795655319134451950?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8795655319134451950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8795655319134451950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8795655319134451950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8795655319134451950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/are-you-that-somebody.html' title='Are you that somebody?'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-1282012023694071203</id><published>2007-07-18T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:23:07.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you so much closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Golden Dawn - Art in Manila]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have u ever seen the world in grey? Like there is no longer any colour to it, the monotony of everyday gets to you and suddenly, there is only one shade left. Not even shades of grey, just one solid, boring, mellow colour - grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with an old friend the other day, and its amazing how after all these years, we still can connect on such a level. We're so alike in so many ways, it just got me thinking about how we deal with things so similarly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bottle, we don't let anyone see what's going on inside. Then one day a bottle breaks and suddenly perceptions change, people start thinking differently, but I don't really want that. I'm safe and secure with my bottles. My friend just got a few bottles broken, I hope no one comes along and touches mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I'm beginning to wonder if anyone really understands what I'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another depressing note, MY FREAKING HANDPHONE CANNOT STORE MUSSSSSSEEEEEEK. :( So, I'm left with a freaking DISCMAN. Can you believe that. With all the technology going on in the world today, I (a child of the 80's and a supposed technosexual) am carrying around a DISCMAN which I got when I was like 12 or smthg. It's actually got a surprising-ly good sound, and I'm making my own CD's to carry around so it's not too bad. But it's just so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mellow Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take your love away - Vast&lt;br /&gt;Headlights - Dispatch&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia - Electric President&lt;br /&gt;Losing My Religion - R.E.M&lt;br /&gt;May Angels Lead You In - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;Pink Bullets - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;We Might Fall - Ryan Star&lt;br /&gt;Candleburn - Dishwalla&lt;br /&gt;Mad World - Gary Jules&lt;br /&gt;See A Better Day - Graham Coxon (I'm gg to play this song at my wedding)&lt;br /&gt;Brighter then Sunshine - Aqualung&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Vessels - Deathcab&lt;br /&gt;Transatlanticism - Deathcab&lt;br /&gt;Golden Dawn - Art In Manila&lt;br /&gt;Shine On - Jet&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Tomorrow - Stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;Your Ex-lover is dead - Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for FRIIIIIIIDAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The call beckons and I find no way to avoid it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jules: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah she inherited those from her mom, lucky girl ay.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, it was me! I was there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-1282012023694071203?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/1282012023694071203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=1282012023694071203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1282012023694071203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1282012023694071203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-you-so-much-closer.html' title='I need you so much closer'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-4308572795052962224</id><published>2007-07-12T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T02:12:45.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irina Lazareanu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[You're out - Dead Disco]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irina Irina Irina, how can anyone be so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/00370m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With short hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/more.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or with long hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/00200m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With side swept hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/00160m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or with full bangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/028m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even with the whole Chun-Li thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/00510m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/00080m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I especially love her ECU's, sigh, such perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is like the first time I've ever dedicated an entire blog post to someone I don't even know. It's just that everytime I look at runway pics on Style.com, she stands out so much from all the other seemingly 2-D models. Her face is just like phwoar. I love, I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-4308572795052962224?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/4308572795052962224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=4308572795052962224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4308572795052962224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4308572795052962224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/irina-lazareanu.html' title='Irina Lazareanu'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5617981210958075454</id><published>2007-07-09T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:30:23.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My liver is DYIIIIIIING people!! I have been out 4 nights in a row, drinking 4 nights in a row and I am quite amazed at how I haven't collapsed into a heap and died. Perhaps its cause I'm only 20, that's what my family seems to think. But I'm srsly quite tired. I'm going to take a break from all this till the 20th - Juju's last Home night. I need to detox, detox, detox. Singapore's nightlife is really pretty darn fantastic, AND out of the 4 nights that I've been out, 3 nights have been spent with many fabulous gay people, they're just soooooooo much fun (: I haven't gotten drunk but I've been buzzed all the 4 nights. I cannot believe that people can do this every week - I already feel as though I'm going to die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times people, FREAKING GOOD TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason I can't type anything into the title bar, so this is a title-less entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5617981210958075454?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5617981210958075454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5617981210958075454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5617981210958075454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5617981210958075454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-liver-is-dyiiiiiiing-people-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-1519005818361831499</id><published>2007-07-05T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:38:36.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Temptation greets you like a naughty friend - Arctic Monkeys]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back from Bkk, it was great (: Although I wore a lampshade on my head and went down to reception to ask how much it costs, vomited in the middle of the BKK airport because of MAJOR motion sickness nausea and woke up to Wei Ming kneeing me in the buttocks - I HAD A GREAT TIME because I had fab friends with me, I managed to shop ALOT because everything there is so cheap AND I kind of invented a new word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: &lt;b&gt;Cheap·a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;·lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Etymology: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bangkok,&lt;/span&gt; Thailand&lt;br /&gt;1: a cheap and low priced item, often for sale&lt;br /&gt;Example: This dress is so cheapalo, I shall buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since words that we use or rather words that Jules blogs about (remember unglam, fugly, funglam, etc, etc) often becomes part of everyone's language soon after, everyone should learn this word, cause it's totally glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to visit my aunty in BKK and her adorable little baby girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RoyOi_S-s3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/5f9eRKt88fg/s1600-h/391093739_3bc759a584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RoyOi_S-s3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/5f9eRKt88fg/s320/391093739_3bc759a584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083594811152184178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my youngest cousin ya'll who is 19 YEARS younger then me, OMG I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so much older then I physically am, like I've been here sooooo long and many people have told me that I have an old soul - which is why no one ever guesses that I'm 20. Does anyone else ever feel that way, or is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-1519005818361831499?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/1519005818361831499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=1519005818361831499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1519005818361831499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1519005818361831499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-you-more.html' title='Love you more'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RoyOi_S-s3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/5f9eRKt88fg/s72-c/391093739_3bc759a584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7009379217501956928</id><published>2007-06-18T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:13:44.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a crazy animal</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update for those who care about me enough to read my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm working about 4 - 5 nights a week. My body clock is totally whack, I sleep at around 3/4am and wake up at noon. Have three meals a day at 1pm, 6pm and 12mn, and have NO SOCIAL LIFE, so I can save loads of mullah and work more. It will all be worth it when I get my fat cheque at the end of the month. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. JET IS TOMORROW! So excite. I can't wait to scream ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL? at the top of my lungs with the whole of Fort Canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  BANGKOK IS NEXT WEEK!! After much deliberation in a typical Gemini fashion (i.e. being very fickle minded) I have decided to go spend some quality time with my lovely friends in the land of TOM YAM, GREEN CURRY, CHEAP SHOPPING and PRETTY LADYBOYS... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I miss Charbs &amp;amp; co. Dinner this week alright, I'm off on THURSDAY. Please, let's meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now I'm gg to shower and GO TO WORK. And if any of you are in the Mohd. Sultan vicinity, come visit me ok - our bar has a damn good Happy Hour price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7009379217501956928?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7009379217501956928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7009379217501956928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7009379217501956928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7009379217501956928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/06/shes-crazy-animal.html' title='She&apos;s a crazy animal'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3951793731004651689</id><published>2007-06-15T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:06:38.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/DSC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/DSC00006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we were all in line, listening to instructions, looking like a procession of penguins and for the first time in our three years of poly, actually dg something as an entire level... we graduated. Its so final, makes everything we did actually make some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel all accomplished, matured and priviledged to have spent the last three years with a fantastic bunch of people, both friends and lecturers. I know that no matter where we go in the future, no matter who we become or what we do, we will always be proud of where we came from and well, it seriously is something to be proud of (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l189/tearingmascara/procession.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's little me on stage, graduating. Its so nice to see your family being so proud of you, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFxocI893I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fb9446rAcmk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFxocI893I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fb9446rAcmk/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075963194585708402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The most impt ppl in my family.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, where would I be without my two surrogate mummies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFzJsI894I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hU-0IkG4IV8/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFzJsI894I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hU-0IkG4IV8/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075964865327986562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The prettiest penguins of the lot (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFzkMI895I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bxP4uVmWEAQ/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFzkMI895I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bxP4uVmWEAQ/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075965320594519954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &amp; Claraaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFz4MI896I/AAAAAAAAAHw/cLBPjujjTPg/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFz4MI896I/AAAAAAAAAHw/cLBPjujjTPg/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075965664191903650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &amp; Yihan, who's gg into army tomorrow. Good luck man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF0EsI897I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2g5_Z1cVB6o/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF0EsI897I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2g5_Z1cVB6o/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075965878940268466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More of the pretty penguins + Reza,&lt;br /&gt;who looked really snazzy in his DIOR fucking HOMME suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF0W8I898I/AAAAAAAAAIA/XWeZk4ee2dw/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF0W8I898I/AAAAAAAAAIA/XWeZk4ee2dw/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075966192472881090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &amp; wifeeeeeeey,&lt;br /&gt;we have been saying "Let's meet up" for the longest time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF0ncI899I/AAAAAAAAAII/MnwbNM_uLnA/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF0ncI899I/AAAAAAAAAII/MnwbNM_uLnA/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075966475940722642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Ade &amp; Cordelia, who didn't point the finger at Jules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF1MsI89-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2zRDcy6u-uo/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF1MsI89-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2zRDcy6u-uo/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075967115890849762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Ramani who looks like a very happy camper here, with his GUCCI glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF1tsI89_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/JhscXIjeYGY/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF1tsI89_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/JhscXIjeYGY/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075967682826532850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bunch of us pretties with Cordelia and the unsexy Felix, who is so bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;I think he should be friends with Samuel, they'll have bitchfights everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF2dsI8-BI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KUWci5Smles/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF2dsI8-BI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KUWci5Smles/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075968507460253714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO KITTY POSES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, Ziggy cracks me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF2NcI8-AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G4cgNxGsd7w/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnF2NcI8-AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G4cgNxGsd7w/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075968228287379458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And a last shot of NP before we got into the cab.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everything about this place, other then our dumbass mascot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3951793731004651689?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3951793731004651689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3951793731004651689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3951793731004651689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3951793731004651689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RnFxocI893I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fb9446rAcmk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8808617545025601279</id><published>2007-06-11T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:10:06.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Icky Thump - White Stripes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'M 20! This is a very late entry since I turned 20 like 5 days ago, but I've been so bloody busy. Just a little recap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/6/07 - Went out with the family for a HUGE dinner at ThaiExpress. I literally ate till I had to take a crap. That's ALOT of food. Damn shiok, and the dessert of Sticky Rice with Mango is still one of my favourite desserts in the world! I have no camera, so there are no pictures of my pretty family. BUT I'M GETTING A NEW CAMERA SOON (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/6/07 - KARAOKE! Us K-sters went down to K-ster and sang till we lost our voices, I &lt;3 Cheeky Girls, BSB, Spice Girls, Nsync, HOT HOT Justin Timberlake and some Linkin Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rmzt28I890I/AAAAAAAAAHA/bik2QtxfTkk/s1600-h/n598450200_591797_6363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rmzt28I890I/AAAAAAAAAHA/bik2QtxfTkk/s320/n598450200_591797_6363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074692408252102466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my fav pic of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RmzuTMI891I/AAAAAAAAAHI/LM_hdzGetP4/s1600-h/n598450200_591793_5545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RmzuTMI891I/AAAAAAAAAHI/LM_hdzGetP4/s320/n598450200_591793_5545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074692893583406930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The K-sters. That name is just hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that karaoke, went to have a cheap dinner at one of those little coffeeshops in Clarke Quay, XB, Gwyn, Jon &amp; Weishan made it down for dinner, which was fantasteeeeek. AND THEN I GOT MY PRESENT.... SIMS 2!! Like finally ok. I've been wanting it for like fucking eons but being the procrastinator that I am, I didn't bother getting it, AND NOW I HAVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have no idea how happy you make me (: (: (: I heartz Charbee &amp;amp; co. Srsly, I have no bloody idea what I would be without you guys. Thanks for my new toy (: I love all my toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/6/07 - OMFG! The day I waited 3 weeks for... BEAT! It was awesome as always, and after working an 8 1/2 hr shift I'm surprised I still had enough energy to dance for 3+ hrs, BEAT! just has that effect on me. It was sooooo satisfying. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t74/juulesdom/IMG_2766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t74/juulesdom/IMG_2766.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t74/juulesdom/IMG_2767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t74/juulesdom/IMG_2767.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's basically how I celebrated my 20th year on this planet. Thanks to everyone who wished me (: and who made this birthday so special. I have such love for you guys, I'm so lucky to have friends like you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma just reminded me that when she was my age, she already had two kids. Wah, damn scary. I'm unbelievably happy being single, having great friends and just having a really good time, I really like my life at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is in 3 days.. TIME TO LOOK PREGNANT, PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t74/juulesdom/IMG_2622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t74/juulesdom/IMG_2622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**All pictures courtesy of Jules Lau &amp;amp; Ade Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8808617545025601279?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8808617545025601279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8808617545025601279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8808617545025601279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8808617545025601279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-see-who-you-are.html' title='I see who you are'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rmzt28I890I/AAAAAAAAAHA/bik2QtxfTkk/s72-c/n598450200_591797_6363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7567477450615174208</id><published>2007-06-05T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:05:54.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muted tones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Salty Lips - Sahara Hotnights]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week was very very BORING, I did manage to download/ borrow movies to occupy my time and that really went very well. But other then that - OMGHOWCANANYONESTAYATHOMETHISMUCH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of whining, here's what I've managed to watch this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Last King of Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lynnedjohnson.com/images/last_king_of_scotlandposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lynnedjohnson.com/images/last_king_of_scotlandposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disturbing as hell. Superb acting. Very moving. Do not watch on a full stomach. Totally deserving of the Oscar he won for Best Actor. Easily one of the best movies I've watched on psychotic &amp; tyrannical dictator-type leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stranger then Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ramchandra.me.uk/blog/archives/2006/12/stranger_than_fiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ramchandra.me.uk/blog/archives/2006/12/stranger_than_fiction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Will Ferrell, I love you. My fav comedian can do no wrong (well, other then Talladega Nights, I shall forgive you for that) this is not one of those slapstick, laugh out loud kind of comedies, which is why I like it. It's a little bit dark, a little bit kooky and very endearing. I adore the Sims like set up they had in some parts of the movie and I thought that Maggie Gyllenhaal looked really good in this movie - she actually looked pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.empiremovies.com/images/posters/the-fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.empiremovies.com/images/posters/the-fountain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugh Jackman, oh Hugh, sigh. This is a beautiful, abstract movie. THIS is what an abstract movie is supposed to be like, making you reflect upon love and life, making you wonder what it would be like to feel so strongly for someone. Its about the journey of this man (HOT HOT HUGH) and the love for his wife, its got some really beautiful shots and a really hot scene involving Hugh and a bathtub. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f322/Rotten72290/Clockwork_Orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f322/Rotten72290/Clockwork_Orange.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been wanting to watch this movie for AGES, and I finally managed to get my paws on it. Totally worth the wait, it was fantastic. Sick, twisted, good dose of classical music and extremely good acting. I want some of that milk. Its one of those legendary movies that everyone has to watch just because it's so iconic, controversial and altogether marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geraldpeary.com/reviews/def/donnie-darko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.geraldpeary.com/reviews/def/donnie-darko.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Jakey poo, so freaking sinister and sexy. I love, I love. Another movie that I've heard alot about, and now I know why. It was fantastic (: Another must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cyber-cinema.com/original/dirtydancing_Havana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cyber-cinema.com/original/dirtydancing_Havana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out of all the movies that I watched this week, the acting in this one was the crappiest. This is one of Diego Luna's first English films, and Romola is really new to acting, and it shows. BUT the dancing, oh my, the dancing. Like sex on the dance floor, they have great chemistry. After watching So You Think You Can Dance, dancing in movies started to look really cheesy and crappy but this movie wasn't dissapointing in the dancing department. Srsly. So, to save 1 1/2 hrs of your life, just watch this clip - it has all the dancing in it :D hot hot dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZuKNgmCafFQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZuKNgmCafFQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jules:&lt;/span&gt; Do not insult hotness, you think Malfoy is hot. You have no rights in the hotness department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7567477450615174208?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7567477450615174208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7567477450615174208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7567477450615174208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7567477450615174208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/06/gretchen-ross.html' title='Muted tones'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3867543081672153784</id><published>2007-05-30T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:29:17.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have become comfortably numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Missed the boat - Modest Mouse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this website where they post pictures from this prettypretty Brazilian magazine called &lt;a href="http://umagmag.blogspot.com/"&gt;U&lt;/a&gt;. Its very Juice, but I love their street photography pages. They also have this 10 commandments thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl09TQpX4HI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7jmIGFMa5pM/s1600-h/fashionismybreadof02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl09TQpX4HI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7jmIGFMa5pM/s400/fashionismybreadof02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070276156584353906" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Whatever you do - do it in style because the world needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Never ever bore people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Combine style with substance.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dark humour is your strongest weapon. Use it.&lt;br /&gt;5. K.I.S.S!&lt;br /&gt;6. Feed people minimalist stuff with an edge so they stay hungry for more.&lt;br /&gt;7. Avoid the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;8. Say no to mediocracy.&lt;br /&gt;9. Stay away from perfection, presumptiousness and pretension.&lt;br /&gt;10. Break the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love the first commandment and I totally agree with the ninth one. And I think the rest of them are simply adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I've been spending alot of time looking at beautiful people online, I've noticed certain things that I find very appealing. Things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl1A6wpX4II/AAAAAAAAAGo/4gIA5heQtFE/s1600-h/BLUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl1A6wpX4II/AAAAAAAAAGo/4gIA5heQtFE/s400/BLUE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070280133724070018" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BLUE! I was never into this colour, I used to be attracted to warmer colours - like red, orange, brown. But now I'm like srsly into blue. Still no baby blue, cause that's gross. But like jewel toned blue, electric blue, cobalt blue, navy blue. Yummy. I love. I love. I want blue slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl1DqgpX4JI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NG0iMfU1P0I/s1600-h/bobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl1DqgpX4JI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NG0iMfU1P0I/s400/bobs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070283153086079122" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOBS! Soft edges, hard edges, shiny, dusty, just damn pretty. I love short hair, you know I had thoughts about growing out my hair, then I saw a few old pictures and I decided not to. Short hair is very chic, and I think it suits me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting kind of bored with my boyish cut, I think I'll grow it out a little and go for the haircut in the top right hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl1FkgpX4KI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sRiokjehg1c/s1600-h/rayban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl1FkgpX4KI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sRiokjehg1c/s400/rayban.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070285249030119586" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok I have no idea what this style of sunglasses are called. They're retro-ish plastic and absolutely fabulous. They are like everywhere (online that is) in these crazy colours but I just want them in black. I haven't seen them on the streets of Singapore yet, so I'm looking out for a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.plumparty.com/Merchant2/graphics/products/large/14402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.plumparty.com/Merchant2/graphics/products/large/14402.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDED at 11.29pm: I just found out that these sunglasses are called Wayfarers, and were really hot stuff in the 80's, they are making a huge comeback AND I found a picture of one my hotties wearing a pair (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/stylechannel/blog/061127/brandon_flowers_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/stylechannel/blog/061127/brandon_flowers_300x400.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I really really want to get a pair. If anyone sees one do tell me where and how much. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To occupy my time fruitfully, I borrowed 4 movies and 4 books yesterday. So back to reading and movie watching I go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jules &amp; Mavis: &lt;/span&gt;BIG FAT HUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huishan: &lt;/span&gt;Hellooo, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3867543081672153784?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3867543081672153784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3867543081672153784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3867543081672153784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3867543081672153784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-become-comfortably-numb.html' title='I have become comfortably numb'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rl09TQpX4HI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7jmIGFMa5pM/s72-c/fashionismybreadof02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3727845989241970629</id><published>2007-05-27T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:17:11.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The coffee place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RlmJdwpX4GI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WRkqp4L9MaY/s1600-h/IMG_1583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RlmJdwpX4GI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WRkqp4L9MaY/s400/IMG_1583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069233999949848674" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna grow old   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sometimes in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see us, much older,&lt;br /&gt;but still smiling, still laughing,&lt;br /&gt;still meeting for coffee and wasting time&lt;br /&gt;spending hours talking about men&lt;br /&gt;and how much work sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll kick off our shoes&lt;br /&gt;like the witches in a Roald Dahl novel&lt;br /&gt;and relive the glory days&lt;br /&gt;when we had no responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;when we were young, free and happy&lt;br /&gt;when the world was a much simpler place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's what old friends do&lt;br /&gt;they bring you back to the times when you just met&lt;br /&gt;everything that is familiar about them reminds you of the past&lt;br /&gt;that's why people love their old friends&lt;br /&gt;the past always seems like a friendlier place&lt;br /&gt;one that made you smile and laugh like children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally part at night,&lt;br /&gt;when the streets are empty and we have to sleep&lt;br /&gt;we won't need to hug, cause we're not the touchy type&lt;br /&gt;but more because we know that we'll see each other again&lt;br /&gt;for nothing makes us feel as complete&lt;br /&gt;or brings us more joy, peace and happiness&lt;br /&gt;then sitting at a coffee place and rotting away, together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                           with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wasn't sure about posting this on DA because it won't mean anything to the people who read my poetry there. So this is for Charbs &amp; Co (: I really have dreamt of us sitting at a coffee place, very Sex and the City-ish and like talking and shit. Spinelli's anybody? Anybody? Yes?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3727845989241970629?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3727845989241970629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3727845989241970629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3727845989241970629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3727845989241970629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/05/coffeeshop.html' title='The coffee place'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RlmJdwpX4GI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WRkqp4L9MaY/s72-c/IMG_1583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7324719060002456514</id><published>2007-05-20T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:19:20.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop the phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[23 - Blonde Redhead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week has been rather eventful, I started off as a waitress at Brazilian Churrascharia (down at Mohd. Sultan) on Monday, Khid became my colleague and I got hit on by the "not-hot Brazilian chef who hits on everyone" on Wednesday and then fell off Ade's bike on Thursday which has resulted in some very ugly cuts on my toes and the back of my left leg, but I still managed to go to Beat! on Friday and have alot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-482.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v71/177/39/598450200/n598450200_471482_4956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-482.ak.facebook.com/ip002/v71/177/39/598450200/n598450200_471482_4956.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So excite right! AND AND AND now I can't work for some time till the cuts on my toes heal and I can wear shoes again. So I'm back to where I was a week ago, bored as hell sitting in front of my laptop and becoming fat. Isn't life just grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7324719060002456514?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7324719060002456514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7324719060002456514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7324719060002456514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7324719060002456514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/05/drop-phone.html' title='Drop the phone'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-4387394843966873663</id><published>2007-05-14T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:42:30.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tarot Space</title><content type='html'>Well, you know how I've been talking about setting up a tarot blog and everything, I FINALLY GOT DOWN TO IT. It was actually already there just that I never spoke about it and I never really did anything to it either. BUT NOW IT'S ALL PRETTY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo it's all ready for visitors - &lt;a href="http://tearingmascara-tarot.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Tarot Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is going to be a page for like people to contact me to do events or personal sessions and everything I have come up with some banners and stuff for ALL MY HOT SEXY FRIENDS to put on their blogs (: SO SMART RIGHT! (haha, thx Ju)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rkc-X4cYBQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dkUYxE2PC20/s1600-h/Tarotspace_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rkc-X4cYBQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dkUYxE2PC20/s400/Tarotspace_banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064084886010725634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Big  ass banner - Click for full size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rkc-bIcYBRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tb3ILVS2JR4/s1600-h/tarotspace_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rkc-bIcYBRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tb3ILVS2JR4/s400/tarotspace_button.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064084941845300498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cute as hell banner - original size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rkc-eocYBSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2lSIQZpHncM/s1600-h/tarotspace_buttonsq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rkc-eocYBSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2lSIQZpHncM/s400/tarotspace_buttonsq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064085001974842658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teeny tiny button - original size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any form of support will be great guys. Love love (: Next step NAMECARDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-4387394843966873663?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/4387394843966873663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=4387394843966873663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4387394843966873663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4387394843966873663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/05/tarot-space.html' title='The Tarot Space'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rkc-X4cYBQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dkUYxE2PC20/s72-c/Tarotspace_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-1789413525203279064</id><published>2007-05-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:21:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the fashionable ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[We danced together - The Rakes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been spending ALOT of time in front of my laptop, I've actually found smthg else to indulge myself in other then streaming movies/tv shows, good music and gossip blogs... STREET FASHION. (: Its damn fun to look at these people's dressing and be all judgemental like OMG THAT'S SOOOO PRETTY (hmmm I wonder if I could pull it off) or EEEEEE WTF!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some fantastic sites for you to do the same with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) HEL LOOKS a.k.a the website that started it all (thanks to mavis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHiqocYBGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O6R0C67M3VU/s1600-h/hel-looks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHiqocYBGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O6R0C67M3VU/s400/hel-looks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062576678179964002" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love love love the amount of colour on this page. EVERYONE is so damn colourful and happy looking - so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The Sartorialist a.k.a Selected as one of Time Magazine's Top 100 design influences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHjZocYBHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nRDN7WZ22KY/s1600-h/sartorialist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHjZocYBHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nRDN7WZ22KY/s400/sartorialist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062577485633815666" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This page makes me feel uncool. Srsly, the ppl here are like cool ok. Even though I don't like using the word cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Face Hunter a.k.a. eye candy for the style hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHj8YcYBII/AAAAAAAAAFE/mFmCbdqO46c/s1600-h/face-hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHj8YcYBII/AAAAAAAAAFE/mFmCbdqO46c/s400/face-hunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062578082634269826" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love all his clubbin'z pictures, I often feel like Sporeans should dress up more when gg clubbing. Clubs should have signs saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO FLIP FLOPS, &lt;/span&gt;so unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Austin Style Watch a.k.a my newest fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHkqYcYBJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wifcMo6Qs_Y/s1600-h/asw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHkqYcYBJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wifcMo6Qs_Y/s400/asw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062578872908252306" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ALOT of very interesting people in Austin. At least that's what this website has led me to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion photography looks damn fun . If only I had a flair for photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, after much thought and everything I've decided to do my degree in Marketing at UniSIM. (Don't worry, its not a hasty decision.) I did this whole pros and cons list and everything, its works! I'm gg to start school in August, and I'm honestly looking forward to it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-1789413525203279064?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/1789413525203279064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=1789413525203279064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1789413525203279064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1789413525203279064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-fashionable-ones.html' title='Meet the fashionable ones'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RkHiqocYBGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O6R0C67M3VU/s72-c/hel-looks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3277783678268475951</id><published>2007-05-05T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:56:44.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're the girls Le Disko</title><content type='html'>WOOOOHOOOO! Last night was a top night! Home club was excellent, the company was fabulous and supper was good too (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning (afternoon actually) with a terrible runny nose, achy legs and BIG FAT SMILE ON MY FACE. Haven't had this much fun in some time. And all the hyperness that I had in me - from not dg anything - was put to good use last night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our nights at Home and I love J.A.M.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having sooooo much free time, I've been listening to alot of new music and checking out alot of new bands and here are some that I HIGHLY recommend - great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lips are unhappy - Lucky Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOdEjlvFem0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOdEjlvFem0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super happy song, I like the lead singer's voice. Very retro sounding. Look out for the Honey~! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay the night - Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7sjaEHA0dc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7sjaEHA0dc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I think of you and my heart beats a little louder. Stay the night" Aw, damn sweet. Love love love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husky Rescue - Caravan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4sMSIDOmJos"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4sMSIDOmJos" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moody and haunting, one of the few slow haunting songs on my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jet - King's Horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VL1Dm6MwitU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VL1Dm6MwitU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that Ade loves this song, so this one's for you (: thanks for booking the JET TIX! WE'RE GG TO WATCH JET, BABY!! I very excite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3277783678268475951?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3277783678268475951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3277783678268475951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3277783678268475951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3277783678268475951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/05/were-girls-le-disko.html' title='We&apos;re the girls Le Disko'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2246390268947589704</id><published>2007-04-29T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:03:22.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Hero to Zero</title><content type='html'>So I finally got an answer from NTU and I didn't make it, but I'm seriously ok about it all. I am a little disappointed (how not to be right?) but I don't think it's the end of the world or anything. Anyway, since I wasn't very sure about the pofitability of the course that I was intending to take, I'll take the rejection as a little blessing in disguise. Wah! I'm damn positive. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 videos for all the HEROES fans out there!! It's rather entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Zeroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWJJBwKhvp4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWJJBwKhvp4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heroes - Zeroes 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zdZwajEvGew"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zdZwajEvGew" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take a little long to load, but they are both worth it. I like the 2nd one better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2246390268947589704?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2246390268947589704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2246390268947589704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2246390268947589704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2246390268947589704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-hero-to-zero.html' title='From Hero to Zero'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5469872484389601667</id><published>2007-04-23T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:04:39.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, so ugly</title><content type='html'>I have always thought that I was ok looking, you know, like most people. On some days I think I look nice, on most days I think I look decent and on others I wish I didn't have to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT pictures that have been taken of me seem to be prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RixwIKV2nQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-NHYu1rYuRo/s1600-h/ugleh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RixwIKV2nQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-NHYu1rYuRo/s400/ugleh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056539767147502850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;UGLY is the new PRETTY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at Suntec with the Queen of Hell - Mavis, The Sperm (or was it blue) whale - Weiming and Non-tits - Ade was great (: The fair wasn't exactly popular so that left us with many hours to slack, talk, laugh and most importantly MAKE FUN OF OTHER PEOPLE. Wahh, I feel damn bad for laughing at Twitchcock, but just thinking about him makes me snigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, nothing much is happening in my life, so I leave you with some music (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scissor Sisters - Kiss you off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGvBuVH4cek"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGvBuVH4cek" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest video from their album Ta-dah. I love the Scissor Sisters and I love this video, very glam and stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika - Love today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkGp72d0Ny0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkGp72d0Ny0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More happy music for this rainy Monday. One of my fav songs of his album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiny Toy Guns - Le Disko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1DNoPkE0us"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1DNoPkE0us" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard this song I thought it was sung by Gwen Stefani or smthg. One of those songs that they always play at Beat! Oh and there's a Black widow spider-girl in the video. Mavis they totally copied your bondage costume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5469872484389601667?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5469872484389601667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5469872484389601667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5469872484389601667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5469872484389601667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-so-ugly.html' title='oh, so ugly'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RixwIKV2nQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-NHYu1rYuRo/s72-c/ugleh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7759580753313280583</id><published>2007-04-19T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:11:57.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He was never really my type</title><content type='html'>BUT I think he looks very very hot in this picture (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Ric_9qV2nPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YVwsfNjKWCI/s1600-h/adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Ric_9qV2nPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YVwsfNjKWCI/s400/adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055079435317189874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Click for full view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like guys who look good in glasses, its quite sad that most of the guys I see in glasses are oily, smelly and geeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the hot spec-y men gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7759580753313280583?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7759580753313280583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7759580753313280583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7759580753313280583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7759580753313280583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-was-never-really-my-type.html' title='He was never really my type'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Ric_9qV2nPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YVwsfNjKWCI/s72-c/adam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6254395663462732479</id><published>2007-04-18T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:06:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only funny when Indians make fun of Indians</title><content type='html'>I was just looking around YouTube and this is what I found (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Andy Blitz - Visit to an Indian call centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8d_OpneZAQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8d_OpneZAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's cute, it also shows that Americans are really quite dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Animated Indian man - 12 days of Indian Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBfdZHksr9Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBfdZHksr9Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this one is abit late since Christmas was soooo long ago, but it's still cute lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Two indian guys - Find the right Indian Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/htWyXS0X4x0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/htWyXS0X4x0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this one, and it's sooooo true. No girl is ever good enough. Hahahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6254395663462732479?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6254395663462732479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6254395663462732479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6254395663462732479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6254395663462732479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-only-funny-when-indians-make-fun-of.html' title='It&apos;s only funny when Indians make fun of Indians'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3531227967242485878</id><published>2007-04-16T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:36:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lifetime ago I was 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sec School Meme Thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who did you hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole of sec school, there was Vanessa, Priscilla, Anne, Huishan, Joanna, Jocelyn, Luvena and Jing Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What sports did you play?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH, sports. I have never liked sports, the only ones that I played in sec sch were those that we had to play during PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to drive a beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's Friday night, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;In lower sec I was at home. In upper sec I was either with Shan or debating (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Were you a party animal?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I only started clubbing after sec sch was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you considered a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;No, I only had one bf and the whole school knew about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Were you in a band?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was in the school band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Were you a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I was bored kid, hated alot of my subjects. Didn't study properly till 4 weeks before my O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you get suspended/ expelled?&lt;br /&gt;No, just had alot of detention, esp for accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What were the hottest songs among your school mates?&lt;br /&gt;WESTLIFE!! OMG, I remember attending so many of their concerts/ events in lower sec. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who were your fav teachers?&lt;br /&gt;Well, DT was the most interesting and Mrs Leet was just such a sweetheart, very motherly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch?&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the first few rows in front of the toilet alot, I don't really know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was your school's full name?&lt;br /&gt;Outram Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. School mascot?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that Singaporean schools have mascots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Did you go to prom?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, we didn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could go back and do it again, would you?&lt;br /&gt;No. It was soooooo long ago, everything has changed since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you remember most about graduation?&lt;br /&gt;I gave a speech for my class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was your fav class?&lt;br /&gt;English, hands down. It was really the only class I was interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Were you a mean senior?&lt;br /&gt;No, I was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which was the most memorable place in your school?&lt;br /&gt;The canteen. I always liked how our tables and benches were plastic, not shitty wood. There were many good times spent in the canteen - debate meetings, recesses, lunch breaks, well, break times were always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where did you go most for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;I really ate in the canteen alot, because Outram is on a secluded little hill, no time to go out for lunch and come back. But if school was over then we went to town alot or like Tiong Bahru mkt and Great World too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you gained weight since then?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I was my fattest at 13. I've lost quite abit of weight since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you do after graduation?&lt;br /&gt;We went back to studying. O levels weren't over yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was your form teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Low Khiok Ghee for upper sec. I remember how she had a set of dresses - all in the same cutting, just with different prints, and she would wear them to school everyday. Like a little uniform of her own. And I hated her maths lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who will repost this after you?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is bored enough is more then welcome to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ade: &lt;/span&gt;Yes! You'll soon hear it on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mavis:&lt;/span&gt; I love it, it's so cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwynnnnnn: &lt;/span&gt;:) &lt;3 you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jules: &lt;/span&gt;Yes! I have decided to venture into the world of lyric writing, I'm getting abit bored with DJ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sita:&lt;/span&gt; Hey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3531227967242485878?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3531227967242485878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3531227967242485878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3531227967242485878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3531227967242485878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifetime-ago-i-was-13_16.html' title='A lifetime ago I was 13'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-1799948627997494458</id><published>2007-04-11T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:12:01.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And don't you come back no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[A Girl like you - Edwyn Collins]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just watched Garden State, and it was amazing and beautiful and now belongs to the category of favourite romance movies - right next to The Notebook and Moulin Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like romantic movies just because the kissing looks good, or because they make me cry, or because they have good looking actors/actresses (or whatever other dumb reasons ppl like romantic movies for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I really like these movies is that they remind me of what it's like to be in love. To feel safe, like that moment in Garden state when Natalie Portman asked Zach How he was feeling and he replied Safe. I burst into tears at that exact moment because it was so fucking familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or to feel like nothing else in the world matters but being with that other person. Its rare that these feelings actually come by and when I think about it now, it was rare even in our long long relationship that I felt that way. People are always too caught up in with being busy, we're always running somewhere, not allowing ourselves to linger and feel in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's the one thing I wish we had done more, felt in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've recovered really well. I thought the day would never come, when I could look at our pictures/ listen to Snow Patrol and Graham Coxon's "See a better day" / walk past the park / many many other things, without bursting into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cope with the very occasional outburst because of moments in movies like Garden State that bring back a wave of nostalgia, but other then that I'm good. I'm great actually, I'm beginning to wake up happy and content again. I don't know what day exactly this happened, but I just realised it a few days ago - I'm actually totally and completely over you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It helps me see a better day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A voice inside is telling me to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm falling deeper everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm falling deeper everyday&lt;/span&gt; - Graham Coxon's "See a better day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-1799948627997494458?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/1799948627997494458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=1799948627997494458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1799948627997494458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1799948627997494458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-dont-you-come-back-no-more.html' title='And don&apos;t you come back no more'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-1091083071547215308</id><published>2007-04-08T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:23:53.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of jealous lovers</title><content type='html'>I love this little &lt;a href="http://friends.imagini.net/vdna.php?uid=185546-8f6e&amp;srv=iwebcl4"&gt;VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt; widget.. go on, click on it and read all about me. As if you're interested. Just click on it and get your own, its really quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE RAPTURE WAS LAST NIGHT (: (: (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no peektures, I'm stealing Mavis's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b7da26b3127cce9854c6ce454a00000017108EaOWbRq4cq"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b7da26b3127cce9854c6ce454a00000017108EaOWbRq4cq" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was good, I was screaming along. There was this crotch grabbing girl who grabbed the crotch of the curly hair dude. She has single-handedly tarnished Singapore's wholesome name in the eyes of The Rapture, and I don't even think she's Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So annoying. We kind of agreed that every concert has to have its own annoying person/people. WHY IS THAT??!?! Why can't everyone be normal and hot like us? It's not too much to ask for right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music that The Rapture spinned later had us leaving very early and chilling at the coffeeshop with fucking flying ants falling into our food, it just wasn't good. But there were many many strange people, my personal fav was the running guy, he was running/marching the whole time, on the same spot. I think at the end of the night there should be a crater to mark where he was run-marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we also came up with a new word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLUXY &lt;/span&gt;= slutty + sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should create a new trance song called Sluxy. The lyrics will be along the lines of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am sexy. I am slutty.  I am sluxy. Come fuck me. "&lt;/span&gt; Yes, trance music often has lyrics that require about 2 brain cells to write and another 2 to sing. I think I have that kind of capacity. I shall add a new profession to my growing list - trance lyricist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-1091083071547215308?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/1091083071547215308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=1091083071547215308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1091083071547215308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1091083071547215308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/house-of-jealous-lovers.html' title='House of jealous lovers'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5805302014754241822</id><published>2007-04-06T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:01:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat and content</title><content type='html'>That's how I feel right now. I've been eating hell lots the past few days, feeling quite disgusted with myself. But I'm also feeling really content, like life is good and I'm just lazing around at home. Was also feeling rather bored so I decided to do many many quizzes from Blogthings (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fortune Cookie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/fortune-cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a rather normal person, except that you have extraordinary luck in life.&lt;br /&gt;People want to be around you (even when they're a little sick of you), in hopes of being lucky too!&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/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Apple Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/apple-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional &lt;br /&gt;Those who like you crave security&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/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eaeaea;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/caramel-crunch-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...&lt;br /&gt;Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.&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/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Psyche is Blue&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 src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply emotional and very connected to everything (and everyone) around you.&lt;br /&gt;By simply understanding other people, you are able to help them heal and let go.&lt;br /&gt;While you are a very deep and thoughtful person, you do have a very silly, superficial side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too blue: the weight of the world's problems hangs over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough blue: you lack perspective and understanding&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/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.&lt;br /&gt;You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&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/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is Like Acid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/acid.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.&lt;br /&gt;One moment you're in your own little happy universe...&lt;br /&gt;And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!&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/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a quirky, unique person to be your lover. You're easy going about who you're with, as long as they love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you speak your mind and don't hold back. You know you're right, and you can get quite angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break-up usually comes as a shock to you. You always think things are going well.&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/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wah. This is quite freaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lisa Simpson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/lisa-simpson.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total child prodigy and super genius, you have the mind for world domination.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;But you prefer world peace, Buddhism, and tofu dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: all your academic accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: "I refuse to believe that everybody refuses to believe the truth"&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/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/"&gt;The Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chunky Monkey Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/chunky-monkey.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, you're too spazzy to be chunky - you cheeky monkey!&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/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5805302014754241822?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5805302014754241822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5805302014754241822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5805302014754241822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5805302014754241822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/fat-and-content.html' title='fat and content'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6426053815322486086</id><published>2007-04-01T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:21:16.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/juules/IMG_2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/juules/IMG_2051.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, just in my last post I was waxing lyrical about my new job, well, I guess I spoke too soon. The work was too tough for me to handle lah, working 7 days a week on a very unflexible schedule is just not for me. At least I've learnt that and now can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got a new job that at least promises to teach me alot about an industry that I know nothing about - and this time I shall not speak too soon as to say if I love it or loathe it. Let's just wait for awhile and see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that since I'm still young, I'm allowed to make foolish career choices and try out new things. It really does not mean that just because I took a diploma in mass comm, I have to be in the media industry. The technical aspects of it were good fun, but the thing that I did best at in the three years has to be speaking or talking or whatever else you want to call it. So why not a job that allows me to do just that. Not everyone can talk you know.. hahah, that's what my new boss told me. As long as its interesting and pays my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alldressedup&lt;/span&gt;'s show on Friday night, was nice, I love watching fashion so it was good. Though I do hate the skirt-short hybrids and tulip skirts. I think they are both very very unflattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fashion, I love reading&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gofugyourself.com&lt;/span&gt; and this has to be one of the most outrageous dresses EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v352/morganzola/gfy/lcgrindhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v352/morganzola/gfy/lcgrindhouse.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG LAH, wear dress for what???? Her shoes are nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping! Just realised that I haven't bought anything in some time and there are some things that I really really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dreadful british accent: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopping anyone? Yes? No? Shopping anyone? Yes? No? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6426053815322486086?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6426053815322486086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6426053815322486086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6426053815322486086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6426053815322486086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6510048685216226254</id><published>2007-03-24T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:42:42.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gainfully occupied</title><content type='html'>I GOT A JOB! Ok, I got it like a week ago but I've just been so bloody busy with it that I haven't had time to blog. It's great, I work my ass off - from like 8am to 7pm. The money is very motivating and the people are bloody fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work also means that I'll probably be reborn a fat lazy cat who will have pampering owners that love me so much that they adore the path on which my fat paws walk on. I have such good karma because I'm helping charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I miss my friends :( seems like all I can do is spend a measly 2 hours with them on certain nights before I have to go home and sleeeeeeep, cause work is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my lovelies, let's meet up like next Sunday, I'll make sure that it's my off day and we can spend the whole day talking about sex and shit. :) I miss u guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6510048685216226254?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6510048685216226254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6510048685216226254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6510048685216226254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6510048685216226254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-gainfully-occupied.html' title='I&apos;m gainfully occupied'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8520061168762358044</id><published>2007-03-11T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:08:33.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rapture: House of jealous lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/3oAfMU0tY70" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/3oAfMU0tY70" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Video three. THREE reasons to fall in love with The Rapture, because they are GRACING OUR SHORES MAKING ME WELLY WELLY HAPPY!!!!!! SO EXCITE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8520061168762358044?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8520061168762358044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8520061168762358044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8520061168762358044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8520061168762358044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/03/rapture-house-of-jealous-lovers.html' title='The Rapture: House of jealous lovers'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3535481307918430219</id><published>2007-03-11T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:03:57.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rapture: Wooh! Alright! Yeah! Uh Huh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/d0bzmjZQYno' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/d0bzmjZQYno'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Video two&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3535481307918430219?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3535481307918430219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3535481307918430219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3535481307918430219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3535481307918430219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/03/rapture-wooh-alright-yeah-uh-huh.html' title='The Rapture: Wooh! Alright! Yeah! Uh Huh!'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-4693861271881243167</id><published>2007-03-11T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:02:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rapture: Get Myself Into It (Final Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/WFACpd4ow64" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/WFACpd4ow64" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Video one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-4693861271881243167?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/4693861271881243167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=4693861271881243167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4693861271881243167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4693861271881243167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/03/rapture-get-myself-into-it-final.html' title='The Rapture: Get Myself Into It (Final Version)'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2141724721640045449</id><published>2007-03-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:32:51.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tarot Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Let Love In - Goo Goo Dolls]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally set up a page for my tarot reading services. Hopefully, I'll have things to put in it soon, right now its just blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL MY LOVELY READERS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please offer my services to your friends, I do parties, dinners, (ok I've done one each) BUT I wouldn't mind doing more. I also do flea markets. Get them to email me (or if they are your really good friends and you know my number) get them to give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see how this works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER then that, I'm still desperately trying to look for a job. Anything to do with PR, events, marketing, Ad sales, give me a call k... I know we've only had 3 weeks of holidays so far, BUT I'M SO DAMN BORED I'M GOING TO SHOOT MYSELF REALLY SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2141724721640045449?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2141724721640045449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2141724721640045449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2141724721640045449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2141724721640045449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/03/tarot-space.html' title='The Tarot Space'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7738304084348204954</id><published>2007-02-28T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:56:26.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the benefits of boredom</title><content type='html'>So here's how I've been spening my job-less school-less altogether point-less days. I've been watching a shitload of movies, reading books and downloading new music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days, I've watched American History X, The Last Kiss, Lilja 4-ever, American Beauty, Jesus Camp, Mysterious Skin, Pulp Fiction (Again), The Holiday.. in full. I have this thing about stopping movies after 10 mins if they bore me. So the movies that I've watched are all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReU7xxb7diI/AAAAAAAAADY/rFdT8vOc-ZY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReU7xxb7diI/AAAAAAAAADY/rFdT8vOc-ZY/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036497484553877026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Last Kiss and The Holiday were pleasantly surpising, cause they were really good romantic comedies, I usually detest the cheesiness of chick-flicks, but these were actually good(because they weren't cheesy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReU9RRb7djI/AAAAAAAAADg/tqPOEubX4oM/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReU9RRb7djI/AAAAAAAAADg/tqPOEubX4oM/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036499125231384114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pulp Fiction and American History X are like on my Favourite movies of all time list. Pulp Fiction is still Phwoar! and American History X was fucking good - I love Edward Norton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReU-ehb7dkI/AAAAAAAAADo/_LQ81uM8xtM/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReU-ehb7dkI/AAAAAAAAADo/_LQ81uM8xtM/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036500452376278594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mysterious Skin, Lilja 4-ever(Russian Flick) and American Beauty just remind me of how sick/ sad/ twisted yet beautiful our little world is. I love these little gems that show you the lives of people you've never met, it's one of those movies that leave you with an overall sense of well being (cause you realise how lucky you are) while fucking ur mind over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://daily.greencine.com/archives/jesus-camp-180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 202px;" src="http://daily.greencine.com/archives/jesus-camp-180.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesus Camp was fantastic, its a docu-movie and its disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books books books!! I've finally gotten down to finishing Neil Gaiman's American Gods - Good shit man. He is my favourite author (: fantastic imagery, makes me want to paint a world on a giant canvas and then leap through and become part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReVADhb7dlI/AAAAAAAAADw/feBjWmigTbg/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReVADhb7dlI/AAAAAAAAADw/feBjWmigTbg/s320/Untitled-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036502187543066194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The book that I'm reading now is fantastic and very very interesting, its got the cutest title too, The hollow chocolate bunnies of the apocalypse, I love these books that are so far off from real life. So whimsical and fun. Next up I have P.S. I love you to read, I heard its a really sweet book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReVB_hb7dmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z3kwIyv3b4g/s1600-h/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReVB_hb7dmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z3kwIyv3b4g/s320/Untitled-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036504317846845026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for music, Mika (the guy who sang Grace Kelly) has got a great album full of super fun ditties.. haha that really is the most fitting word for his music. Makes for an instant happy day.&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy's Infinity on High is also really good. Modest Mouse's new album is also pretty good, the song The World at Large is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether very fruitful I must say, alongside spending many many hours with my lovely chees of charbs &amp; co. (: and applying for many many jobs - although none of them have gotten back to me. I'm just enjoying this freedom, becuase I'm sure that I'm going to miss it way too much once its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think that there's anything worse than being ordinary. - American Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7738304084348204954?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7738304084348204954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7738304084348204954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7738304084348204954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7738304084348204954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/benefits-of-boredom.html' title='the benefits of boredom'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/ReU7xxb7diI/AAAAAAAAADY/rFdT8vOc-ZY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2282549986081137024</id><published>2007-02-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:43:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 tarot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Too Young to Fight It - Young Love]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so you all know I do readings BUT I don't think any of you have had the priviledge of meeting all my decks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest, and the one that I always use (in public), is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Osho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/cards/osho-zen/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Osho Zen Tarot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd7o13iuiFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uSHm_aM45ZE/s1600-h/osho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd7o13iuiFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uSHm_aM45ZE/s400/osho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034717445587109970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had him for 2 years and he's reliable, very very kind and peaceful. Like a nice buddhist monk, I like monks (: they're all very peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/cards/gilded/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Gilded Tarot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd7q8niuiHI/AAAAAAAAADE/y8eB7F5mIEw/s1600-h/giles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd7q8niuiHI/AAAAAAAAADE/y8eB7F5mIEw/s400/giles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034719760574482546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had Giles for a year, and I haven't brought him out because I don't feel like I've mastered him yet. One must always appear cool, calm and collected when doing readings. He's more straight laced and quiet. Kind of like a mentorish, professorish elderly man, thus the name Giles - like that older guy in Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, is my newest deck, that I have not yet named. &lt;a href="http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/cards/revelations/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Revelations Deck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd7q1XiuiGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OtFJ4kZc_Aw/s1600-h/revelations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd7q1XiuiGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OtFJ4kZc_Aw/s400/revelations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034719636020430946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woah... damn bloody pretty!! After looking for this deck &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR A FEW MONTHS, I FOUND IT TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm gg to have a great time with this baby, I can feel it. Being the youngest, it's going to get alot of attention, tender loving care is key to building a relationship with a deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my little Tarot deck collection, I'm damn nice to my cards ok, I'm not this nice to anything else that I own. I like giving my decks names and such, cause they really are different. I'm sure all of you have your own possessions that you feel deserve names and have personalities, like cameras or pillows or whatever, well for me, its my decks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all beautiful and amazingly layered with hidden meanings which provide many many hours of learning. Learning more about them means learning more about myself and that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece of advice for all you people out there, if you don't believe in it, that's fine, just don't get a reading, cause if I can tell who believes in my readings and who doesn't then any other tarot reader can too. I don't like not being taken seriously and the readings don't come out as clear or as accurate, so don't waste the reader's time and your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're doing it just for fun, then keep an open mind and see what happens. I was rather skeptical too, at first, but the more I trusted it, the better the readings and the more sense it made. Now, I don't think I could live without it, it's helped me through many many confusing and emo moments in the past 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2282549986081137024?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2282549986081137024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2282549986081137024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2282549986081137024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2282549986081137024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-3-tarot.html' title='I &lt;3 tarot'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd7o13iuiFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uSHm_aM45ZE/s72-c/osho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7243152363524809976</id><published>2007-02-22T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:48:32.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd1yxniuiEI/AAAAAAAAACk/CEMFSwMzRik/s1600-h/IMG_1583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd1yxniuiEI/AAAAAAAAACk/CEMFSwMzRik/s400/IMG_1583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034306155223877698" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd1yKXiuiDI/AAAAAAAAACc/99ZDZ7R3DSk/s1600-h/IMG_1589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd1yKXiuiDI/AAAAAAAAACc/99ZDZ7R3DSk/s400/IMG_1589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034305480914012210" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADELINA CHONG MOOOON TENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We always clubxzxz on ur bday man, and last night was super.. (: Had shitloads of fun, took hell lots of peektures and danced the night away. You know I love ya, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my first interview today, it was ok, though I don't think I'll get the job. It's alright, there are other jobs out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK ON FRIENDSTER!! So &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/38513326"&gt;add me&lt;/a&gt; alright. I have succumbed to being the kpo that I am and of course I also like being able to disturb friends when I'm bored by writing them very usless testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jules:&lt;/span&gt; Yes we need to get you laid. Even our dear saliva string has had sex man. That is a disaster. Oh and you were damn handsome la, don't bangla babe me ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noo: &lt;/span&gt;Hahahaha, go set up a page la. I'm way too lazy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karen:&lt;/span&gt; Yessssss its time!! hahaha, you should totally post a few pics on your blog. We are such good friends. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7243152363524809976?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7243152363524809976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7243152363524809976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7243152363524809976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7243152363524809976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/alala.html' title='alala'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rd1yxniuiEI/AAAAAAAAACk/CEMFSwMzRik/s72-c/IMG_1583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-7797197435122665862</id><published>2007-02-20T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:35:10.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont want to grow old</title><content type='html'>My grandma reads the obituary pages everyday to see if any of her friends, or people who she knew when she was younger, have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of being old and all the people whom I once knew falling dead like flies all around me is fucking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a much brighter note&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to show you a new side of an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, dinner at Jules's house last night was fantastic. Thanks! Juju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we all know who Jules is - yeah la, the damn loud one with her own two hills, but not many know this side of her. Her kung fu fighting, Chow Yun Fat side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the VERY HANDSOME Juliana Stacy Lau Ji Peng!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RdqkJXiuiCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uq2v8gjZf08/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RdqkJXiuiCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uq2v8gjZf08/s400/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033516014385399842" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud to have such a hot, hot friend. (: Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-7797197435122665862?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/7797197435122665862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=7797197435122665862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7797197435122665862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/7797197435122665862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-want-to-grow-old.html' title='I dont want to grow old'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RdqkJXiuiCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uq2v8gjZf08/s72-c/DSC00127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3953969418979115762</id><published>2007-02-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:10:36.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear, what do we do now?</title><content type='html'>I hate waiting, waiting for things to happen, waiting for results to come in, waiting for job interview, waiting for (a hopefully successfull) uni seat, waiting for people to change... I'm impatient and easily bored by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I usually don't just sit and wait, I usually DO SOMETHING to make things go faster, even if its just by an incy wincy little bit. But what if I don't have that option? What if I can't make things go my way anymore. I think I'm running out on luck people. What if the last twenty years of my life are the best I'll ever have and it all goes downhill from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's only one way to find out, we'll have to ...ccbknnbbq... wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is how my mind starts working when I stay at home for too long, doing practically nothing!! I can't wait to see ma fwens tomorrow, belly welly eggciting (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3953969418979115762?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3953969418979115762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3953969418979115762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3953969418979115762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3953969418979115762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-dear-what-do-we-do-now.html' title='oh dear, what do we do now?'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-5423711102929374698</id><published>2007-02-10T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:13:56.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a bright idea</title><content type='html'>My little cousin - who is 12 going on 13 - is getting a little chinese girl called Gina chocolates for Valentine's Day. And I will be staying at home studying for Masina. Isn't life just grand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-5423711102929374698?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/5423711102929374698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=5423711102929374698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5423711102929374698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/5423711102929374698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-got-bright-idea.html' title='i&apos;ve got a bright idea'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6102419172679410442</id><published>2007-02-09T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:06:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charbee &amp; co</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there lived four girls who were otherwise known as the Jewels. In the day, they were just normal students - but once school was out (this depended very much on their projects) they became superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Roooobie, Amerthyst, Emerald &amp; Diamond (ME!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RcxfKXiuh7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/K8JsQr0e8Zo/s1600-h/schoolsep04+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RcxfKXiuh7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/K8JsQr0e8Zo/s400/schoolsep04+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029499515589003186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see they were full of mystery, BUT they found themselves lost without a leader. So they turned to the only man up to the task of handling these super heroes, none other then the super macho Charbee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rcxfqniuh8I/AAAAAAAAABA/10z1h22OEd4/s1600-h/bleh+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rcxfqniuh8I/AAAAAAAAABA/10z1h22OEd4/s400/bleh+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029500069639784386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, looks can be deceiving, that's why Charlie (of Charlie's Angels) talks to the girls through a box. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO, there finally was a superhero group in town and they were getting all the villians with the help of their uhmm.. great leader! But!! As all great heroes have an arch nemesis, Charbee &amp; his Jewels met theirs soon enough!! The evil villians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rcxgqniuh9I/AAAAAAAAABI/-5ataCMcvgw/s1600-h/the+villians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rcxgqniuh9I/AAAAAAAAABI/-5ataCMcvgw/s400/the+villians.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029501169151412178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very evil and cunning Vagina Vulture and Penis Possum!! Look at their evil grins and scary faces.. sends shivers up and down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RcxiXniuh_I/AAAAAAAAABY/4HTy034W0tY/s1600-h/schoolsep04+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RcxiXniuh_I/AAAAAAAAABY/4HTy034W0tY/s400/schoolsep04+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029503041757153266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's how Charbee &amp; Co came to be. (And that's how I hope we'll stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many battles were fought between the villians and the Jewels. But after awhile everyone decided that the battles weren't our biggest problem.. no, our biggest problem was getting Jules laid before her cooch turned dusty (: (Jules I love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we focused our attention to that, and then we gave up on that too. I think she'll get laid soon enough. Because now that we are graduating (I KNOW ITS DAMN SAD) I think we all look like all kinds of hot sex compared to what we looked like 3 years ago. (: So the adult world of promiscuity... here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rcxi9XiuiAI/AAAAAAAAABg/u4u2kYzIowQ/s1600-h/chalet+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/Rcxi9XiuiAI/AAAAAAAAABg/u4u2kYzIowQ/s400/chalet+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029503690297214978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RcxjMniuiBI/AAAAAAAAABo/2mxHbTew9eY/s1600-h/cokeday2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RcxjMniuiBI/AAAAAAAAABo/2mxHbTew9eY/s400/cokeday2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029503952290220050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our beauty brings tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should list writing children books as one of my fallback career options, alongside being a Tarot-card reader and a toygirl to some hot old dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6102419172679410442?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6102419172679410442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6102419172679410442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6102419172679410442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6102419172679410442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/charbee-co.html' title='charbee &amp; co'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RcxfKXiuh7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/K8JsQr0e8Zo/s72-c/schoolsep04+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-695669375761368267</id><published>2007-02-05T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:52:53.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am such a fucking genius</title><content type='html'>I stated my GPA wrongly in my NUS application. I wrote that I'm averaging a GPA of 2.5, instead of 2.92 (which I just calculated) becuase my maths is just so fucking bad.  I'm never gg to get into uni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-695669375761368267?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/695669375761368267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=695669375761368267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/695669375761368267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/695669375761368267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-such-fucking-genius.html' title='i am such a fucking genius'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8011260522960980054</id><published>2007-02-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:49:25.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light up, light up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As hard as it is to believe, today I had my last class. And I handed in my last project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember our first? In my head, I seem to believe that it was a writcomm assignment. We had to answer some questions or some thing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at how far we've come (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I know that the poly years has made everyone become very much more matured. And in the finding of one's maturity, one learns more about oneself. Here's a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate elitist people.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate stupid people who are not hardworking. Cause if they're hardworking, they're at least doing their work. You can't pe someone down for being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate a certain someone and everytime I look at that certain someone I think about how ugly that person is. But no, I don't hate the person because of the way the person looks, its much deeper then that.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate working my ass off and then not getting an A - and we all know how often that happens. It sucks sometimes having such good lecturers, they have such high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate people who talk alot and do shit. Just shut the fuck up and do some work already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's the tip of the iceberg. I've basically learnt how to hate. I used to think that using the word hate was terrible. Like only the worstesterestesticles of my enemies deserved to be hated. I hate more liberally now - I love more liberally too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've just become more passionate. You know how they always say that people who are passionate are unpredictable and have rather extreme moodswings - well I haven't gotten there yet. But if I spend enough time in the media industry, I'm sure I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also become much more real. The plastic, people pleasing person I once was has somehow disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also hate people who blog about every single fucking thing that they did in the day. Its a blog, its not a log of the way that little Mei Ling spent her day. People like that should be zapped off the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To think I might not see those eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes it so hard not to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and as we say our long goodbyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I nearly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8011260522960980054?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8011260522960980054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8011260522960980054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8011260522960980054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8011260522960980054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/02/light-up-light-up.html' title='light up, light up'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3175180123620314897</id><published>2007-01-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:01:26.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're graduating, baby</title><content type='html'>Remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RbzInnZd82I/AAAAAAAAAAg/V2vjJbuAcfE/s1600-h/t109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RbzInnZd82I/AAAAAAAAAAg/V2vjJbuAcfE/s400/t109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025111867154887522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were 17, fresh faced (not very glam) and in year one. I also was wearing pink slippers and earrings that said BABY. Wtf, not very proud of that man. Thank goodness we have grown into the glam super hot people that we are today. Being in mass comm is like going through extreme makeover + loads of project + lots of fun.  I'm not much of a math person but I like my equation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3175180123620314897?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3175180123620314897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3175180123620314897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3175180123620314897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3175180123620314897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/01/were-graduating-baby.html' title='we&apos;re graduating, baby'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RbzInnZd82I/AAAAAAAAAAg/V2vjJbuAcfE/s72-c/t109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-1374911274628269676</id><published>2007-01-26T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:05:52.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the midas touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-1374911274628269676?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/1374911274628269676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=1374911274628269676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1374911274628269676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/1374911274628269676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/01/midas-touch.html' title='the midas touch'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8998517850467129588</id><published>2007-01-25T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:12:47.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to think i might not see those eyes</title><content type='html'>So, things have finally been resolved and staying at home isn't as painful anymore. But that doesn't make a difference to me - because no one has asked me how I feel or anything even close. I guess my non-confrontational nature might make me look like I'm not affected, but I am, of course I am. I'm just not good at saying it. But if you asked me, I'd probably tell you. I'd probably sit down with you for hours and tell you everything. But you'll never ask, because you have no idea. And I refuse to hear anyone say that it's my fault for not saying anything. Tell me that it's not my fault. I don't want to be blamed. Let me believe that what I want is important. Because too often I've been led to believe that it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have heart, my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8998517850467129588?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8998517850467129588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8998517850467129588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8998517850467129588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8998517850467129588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-think-i-might-not-see-those-eyes.html' title='to think i might not see those eyes'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-4575502554597049692</id><published>2007-01-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:50:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teach me how to fight</title><content type='html'>So, school's been really busy lately and the end is nearing. With each day that we go to school, its one day less for us to do so. It's scary, facing the big, bad world - everyone moving on. But it's also very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did this amazing Mayan-Aztec astrology reading. It's really accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this part of the reading that says "It is probable that your father was your most influential parent". Well, it doesn't say if the influence was positive or negative. He definetely has influenced me - to be strong, independant, matured and well the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped caring a long time ago, but that doesn't mean that I haven't learnt from it. They say that we learn about our history so that we won't make the same mistakes again. I don't ever want to make the same mistakes that my parents have made. There's some pretty fucked up shit in that part of my history. But life goes on, and the things that don't kill you only make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note - I hate how fucking crowded school is because of the bloody open house. They should just have it on saturday and sunday or smthg. When most of us aren't in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mavis &amp; Joo:&lt;/span&gt; Totally lah!! We should release our idea to the public domain, under the Creative Commons contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ade: &lt;/span&gt;HEY HEY HEY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-4575502554597049692?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/4575502554597049692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=4575502554597049692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4575502554597049692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/4575502554597049692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/01/teach-me-how-to-fight.html' title='teach me how to fight'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-2446361986408168126</id><published>2007-01-14T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:48:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one of these thingies</title><content type='html'>I'm awfully bored because I'm waiting for my family to get ready, so we can head down to the hospital. My grandpa is doing fine (: he's coming back home tomorrow - things at home are still like sheeeet, but my grandma has a plan. I hate how difficult family life is sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;7. Comment on how appropriate you feel it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1. Opening Credits: Come as you are - Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav Nirvana song - seems perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2. Waking Up: How to save a life - The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And I would have stayed up with you all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had I known how to save a life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all need to be reminded how important our friends are, first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. First Day At School: Plans - Bloc Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wake up sleepyhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's happening without you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, sounds just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Falling In Love: Strange and Beautiful - Aqualung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true, how true. This song speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5. Fight Song: White Daisy Passing - Rocky Votolato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Please slow it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There’s a secret magic past world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not much of a fighter, so this fits just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Breaking Up: Nothing in my way - Keane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And why'd you lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you wanna die, when you hurt inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't know what you lie for anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now there's nothing left to say "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amazingly apt isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7. Prom: Endlessly - Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopelessly I'll give you everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my dear, lovely, super foxy friends, I'm gg to miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8. Life: L'esprit D'escalier - Jet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means The Stairway Spirit - that's interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9. Mental Breakdown: Uncle Johnny - The Killers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When everybody else refrained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My uncle Johnny did cocaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's convinced himself right in his brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it helps to take away the pain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it sounds just about mental enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Driving Far Away: The Special Two - Missy Higgins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Our hands will not be taught to hold another's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause we're the special two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we can only see each other, we'll breathe together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These arms will not be taught to need another's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we're the special two"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be driving alone - mainly cause I can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11. Flashback: The way you move - OutKast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definetely a flashback song, there was this one time, I was in smoove and they were playing this song, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12. Wedding: I want to hold your hand - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, so cute. I want to hold your hand too, my smoochy-poochy-super-hot husband to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 13. Birth of Child: One of a kind - Placebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Out of the womb and into the void,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna try but I get annoyed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you see these skies are breaking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So out of the womb and into the void."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gg to have a very emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Final Battle: Extraordinary thing - Aqualung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cheer up, it might never happen, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It might never happen, we will see"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fighter la, say already right, all my fight scenes songs are so pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 15. Death Scene: Creepin' up the back stairs - The Fratellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you're creepin' up the backstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother's nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling in the front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Climbing in your window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get dressed let's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take your brother's car keys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is a damn cute song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 16. Funeral Song: Navaratnamala - Bhagavan Sri Sathya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a sanskrit song - the only one I have in my library. It's what I play when I pray. I actually would want this to be played at my funeral, it's my favourite holy/worship song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 17. End Credit: Song to say goodbye - Placebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title surely fits, and its my fav Placebo song - its good that this soundtrack to my life starts and ends with two of my fav songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my family is ready, I have such amazing timing skills. See u (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-2446361986408168126?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/2446361986408168126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=2446361986408168126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2446361986408168126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/2446361986408168126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-one-of-these-thingies.html' title='another one of these thingies'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-8394618394738300361</id><published>2007-01-12T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:51:15.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://galleryoftheabsurd.typepad.com/14/images/purse_final_lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://galleryoftheabsurd.typepad.com/14/images/purse_final_lo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god guys, if u asked me, they totally copied our idea. We're just too smart for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its from &lt;a href="http://galleryoftheabsurd.typepad.com/"&gt;Gallery of the Absurd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-8394618394738300361?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/8394618394738300361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=8394618394738300361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8394618394738300361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/8394618394738300361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby-bags.html' title='baby bags'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-6916715296075859436</id><published>2007-01-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:19:58.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>mind quest for excellence</title><content type='html'>So, I read about this thingy in one of these tarot-y, dream-y kind of websites where you try and remember dreams that you've forgotten. Its really interesting but lengthy and rather difficult so I'm not going to type it out. But you know the dream that I blogged about - the one about me dying, I worked with that dream and my little experiment worked!! I was actually able to remember my dream - now isn't that freaky. It came back in fragments first - you just have to keep on writing it down till you remember the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote a poem about it - cause its rather twisted - I was killed by a giant bull. I really like the poem, so I posted it on DeviantArt, but no one has commented on it *poutxxzxz*. So leave some comments alright. I like reading comments on my poetry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RZ5qrSG9wII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOPW_KxBjBo/s1600-h/I-died.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RZ5qrSG9wII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOPW_KxBjBo/s400/I-died.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016564326765281410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the horns of an extra large bull with eyes of fire,&lt;br /&gt;and horns like the ivory of an asian elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played a game with me,&lt;br /&gt;chased me around the maze of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Through the logic&lt;br /&gt;and the fuzzy bits,&lt;br /&gt;passed music&lt;br /&gt;and the little mathematical section.&lt;br /&gt;Weaving into my languages&lt;br /&gt;and passed the parts that I don't use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time he was on my heels,&lt;br /&gt;at points I could feel his breath on my buttocks,&lt;br /&gt;at others I felt the foam from his mouth on my ankles.&lt;br /&gt;And that godawful noise he made,&lt;br /&gt;that grunting - resonated of the walls and went straight to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;making it thump faster and louder then it ever did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ran through the maze,&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the walls - lined with parts of me that I remember&lt;br /&gt;my birthdays, friends, failed exams, family, music.&lt;br /&gt;They were all framed,&lt;br /&gt;the good - in beautiful wood&lt;br /&gt;  My first kiss, my 19th birthday, my first report card with straight A's...&lt;br /&gt;the bad - in a state of decay&lt;br /&gt;  Getting dumped, my father, falling down over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;The were hardly there anymore - these bad memories - but like garbage, they stank up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say before you die your life flashes past your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, mine did.&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised that there was no point in running,&lt;br /&gt;this maze would never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped and I heard the bull stop behind me,&lt;br /&gt;I turned and I faced him head on,&lt;br /&gt;pulling his horns - daring him to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming at the top of my lungs, calling him names&lt;br /&gt;and telling him that I have no more fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he did,&lt;br /&gt;with a smile under the foam&lt;br /&gt;and in one swift motion,&lt;br /&gt;he impaled me into the wall of my maze - my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave in after a quick breath,&lt;br /&gt;and then there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died last night -  though it was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;A little part of me chooses to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurul&lt;/span&gt;: Happy New Year love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mavis: &lt;/span&gt;Yes Cinnabon rockzxxz worxzxz! And yes you can be the beautiful one.. (: I'm in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bee&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha, now that you point it out - yes it does look very "normal". You should stand in the 2nd row of the pic all the time bee bee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-6916715296075859436?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/6916715296075859436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=6916715296075859436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6916715296075859436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/6916715296075859436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/01/mind-quest-for-excellence.html' title='mind quest for excellence'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rKN1eeW756w/RZ5qrSG9wII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOPW_KxBjBo/s72-c/I-died.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-3705346855159041626</id><published>2007-01-01T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:43:16.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year, baby (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/juules/IMG_1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/juules/IMG_1299.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEEEEEEELLLLOOOO YOU HOT SEXY YOUNG THINGS!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPPPPPY NEW YEAR (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year ended of really well for me (: after my wild wild week, KL was relaxing (though I did SHITLOADS of shopping) and I bought back Cinnabon (: Fab fab stuff. Got back in time to hear Jules say "Where the hell have you been? We thought you had been mugged or smthg!!" God I love my friends (: Home Club was good.. dancing to indie beats is better then any other kind of music any day man. My back and legs hurt like farrrrrrk BUT I had soooo much fun, it don't matter baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL STARTS IN A DAY AND I AM PREPARED TO SLOG MY PRETTY PERT BUTTOCKS OFF. (:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. (Though I might take back this statement pretty soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That horrid feeling is finally gone (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-3705346855159041626?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/3705346855159041626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=3705346855159041626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3705346855159041626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/3705346855159041626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-baby.html' title='happy new year, baby (:'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116713061944459378</id><published>2006-12-26T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:56:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I died last night</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a start at precisely 4:46am this morning. I forgot my dream the moment I woke up, then I remembered dying in it. I got up, pee-ed and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often don't remember my dreams and when I do I only remember them in figments. But this dream, I haven't managed to get my mind of it the whole day. So I dreammood.com-ed it. And I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;To dream of your own death, indicates a transitional phase in your life. You are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Alternatively, you are trying desperately to escape the demands of your daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By means of trial and error I decided it has to be the first thing, cause there's nothing in my life that I'm running from - I've been daaaaaamn slack the past two days. (: Dreams are interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116713061944459378?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116713061944459378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116713061944459378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116713061944459378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116713061944459378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-died-last-night.html' title='I died last night'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116703621565849713</id><published>2006-12-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:43:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 the holidays</title><content type='html'>This week has been a barrel of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was poker night with charbee &amp; co on monday.&lt;br /&gt;(although we did play more heart attack then poker - it was still damn fun) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear secret santa - Koh Weiming - got me a pretty white handbag, just like I wanted. And above all that, he borrowed the trilogy for me (: so sweet lah. Heartxzxzx. And I'm glad that he liked his tee shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night it was potluck x'mas gathering night at Clara's place. That was fun too. Her dad made this awesome oriental turkey dish. Wahhhh, the turkey was succulent and sweet and so damn bloody good. (: We also played twister till all my limbs hurt like shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany was my secret santa at this one and she got me a pretty pretty notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was saturday night with ju and moo. We went for Indie night at Home club. That went really well. I love dancing to indie, you can really let loose and invent your own steps, no one really cares. Took many many crazy clubbing peektures. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to wrap it all up, I went with my aunties for a christmas bash at one of their friend's places last night. And because there were so many people and everyone got kind of bored at around 10pm (adults don't play games like we do) they decided to check out St. James Power Station. So I was like, what the hell, everything's free anyway (cause my aunties were around) how bad can it get right. And I'm glad I went. It was great (: nothing ventured, nothing gained right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you mountain turtles who haven't heard of St. James, its this new place just behind Vivo City. Its like twice the size of MOS and has like 10 rooms or something. But only 4 have opened so far - they're opening them one by one. Oh and they have a nice website - http://www.stjamespowerstation.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Movida for most of the night, its the world music room. They had this fantasteeeeeeek live Cuban/Brazilian band, who had a hot keyboardist (: and a very very sexy female singer who can dance exactly like Shakira. Damn entertaining. And in between their sets, they had great music to dance to. Wah, I feel like an energizer bunny, clubbed two nights in a row and I'm not even really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a great week. I'm so full of lurve. &lt;3 &lt;3 I'll be going to KL this Thursday. So eggciting. (: It feels so good to surround yourself with people that you love and just enjoy yourself - I actually think that it's the best feeling in the world. MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116703621565849713?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116703621565849713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116703621565849713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116703621565849713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116703621565849713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-3-holidays.html' title='I &lt;3 the holidays'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116628110913515662</id><published>2006-12-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:58:29.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothingness</title><content type='html'>Nothing makes sense anymore. I'm so jaded by everything and I don't feel anything. I need to feel something. Make me feel something won't you? I hate this feeling and the worst part is that I don't know how I got here or how to get out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116628110913515662?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116628110913515662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116628110913515662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116628110913515662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116628110913515662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothingness.html' title='nothingness'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116602131590492007</id><published>2006-12-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:48:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist</title><content type='html'>Dear Secret Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeeebai, don't so impatient la. Nnngh people damn busy right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still lubch u cause u are in charbee &amp; co (: I just had to make abit of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"How to walk in high heels" By Camilla Morton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fragile things" By Neil Gaiman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Singapore Girl" By James Eckart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Snuggie - I want a hoodie, Baggy please so an L or an XL. Something plain and comfy, preferably in black.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A white bag - Something that's leathery, no cloth please. Fairly large, can fit A4 file and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pretty calendar for next year - I don't have one yet. Those kind you hang on the wall k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's it. If one present is too cheap you ARE GIVEN PERMISSION to buy me two (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Eggciting. Love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116602131590492007?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116602131590492007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116602131590492007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116602131590492007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116602131590492007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/12/wishlist.html' title='wishlist'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116455228931445525</id><published>2006-11-26T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:44:49.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>I deleted my old post, it was just one of those emo nights you know. When you're listening to snow patrol and your life seems to crumble around you - leaving you in this little shitpile. But I'm ok. I spent 3 nights at the hospital this week. Thursday night with my aunty, she was having sudden heart palpitations and she was kept for observation the entire night, till like 5am friday morning. Thanks for all the love guys, she's fine. :) She's fine enough to have taken a flight back to indo this morning. She'll be back to 2 weeks time, for the xmas hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday my grandpa went in for an operation.  Standard procedure and all, old man with urinary track problems, all you young boys out there, beware. Urinary track problems in old men are very common. So his operation went fine and he's in stable condition. I more or less spent the entire weekend in the hospital. He should be out of it by Wed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they're fine and all but just the thought of seeing your loved ones going into the hospital is scary. Hospitals are such evil places. I sound like such a bimbo. Love, love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116455228931445525?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116455228931445525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116455228931445525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116455228931445525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116455228931445525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/11/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116213046344795941</id><published>2006-10-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:01:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>philosphy and shit</title><content type='html'>Well, today I was discussing my take on life with an old friend - on msn. And like he said, "we all live life with a different philosphy"; so here's a look at mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in living a life without regret. Now, though alot of people say that and some of you may think that its a cliche, I sincerely believe in it. Its really very simple, because I'm focused on living without regrets, when I think about doing things - I mean like important decision, I simply consider the result - will I regret doing/not doing it? And I know myself well enough to know the answer to that question. If I will regret doing it, I won't do it la - and vice versa. Simple right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a very basic philosophy, but so far its proven to be effective and I seriously have no regrets, about anything. And I hate it when people say that they have regrets - I mean you regret it so much, you should have never have done it in the first place. We are all conscious, decision - making humans - the idea of regret is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't believe in the concept of sympathy. I know that I'm very soft hearted and I give in to people rather easily -  but I don't feel sorry for anyone - and I think it's because I don't expect anyone to feel sorry for me. I believe in basic human respect and I think sympathy is demeaning and it makes people lose their respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my strongest stands on life and I don't expect everyone to agree with me, but in my own little world, they both make perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh, this entry very depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;: There, posted already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noo&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah I know. ahaha. SELAMAT HARI RAYA, yea I know it's abit late also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwynnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;: me tooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anon&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahaha no la, the ages are all correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mavis&lt;/span&gt;: Oh thank you darling. Maybe its just cause I'm a hot supermodel - we all are right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116213046344795941?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116213046344795941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116213046344795941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116213046344795941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116213046344795941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/10/philosphy-and-shit.html' title='philosphy and shit'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116187262628968091</id><published>2006-10-26T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:23:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking tired</title><content type='html'>I'm so fucking tired. Tomorrow night I am just going to come home and die on my bed. But till then, I am going to continue pushing myself, cause I'm not just human. I'm superhuman lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116187262628968091?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116187262628968091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116187262628968091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116187262628968091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116187262628968091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/10/fucking-tired.html' title='fucking tired'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116143853403411056</id><published>2006-10-21T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:48:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's deepavali again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/592/1600/before%26after.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/592/320/before%26after.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. This is ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I changed the last picture cause I didn't like the other one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Deepavali. I love all the dressing up, all the food and all the visiting. Today was full of things that I love. I ate like a fucking pig la. Had breakfast, some sweet stuff in the temple, had lunch, had more sweet stuff at my grand aunty's house, had dinner, sweet stuff for desert and then I decided to have some tandoori chicken that was left over. OMG alot right. And there's still alot of food all over the place. I'm disgusted with how much I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/592/1600/family.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/592/320/family.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Deepavali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(These are the only people in my house who had on traditional outfits, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mom, cousin and grandpa couldn't be bothered.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116143853403411056?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116143853403411056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116143853403411056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116143853403411056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116143853403411056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-deepavali-again.html' title='it&apos;s deepavali again!!'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116088517694191104</id><published>2006-10-15T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:11:09.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still love these things</title><content type='html'>1. My ex is still...&lt;br /&gt;on my msn list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to...&lt;br /&gt;Kasabian's new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;help my grandma make deepavali cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love...&lt;br /&gt;my deepavali outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend...&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have one, I've been blessed with a few :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with having (a little) more flesh then other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost...&lt;br /&gt;myself along the way, but I think I'm slowly finding myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People say...&lt;br /&gt;that looks aren't important, but of course they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The meaning of my screen name is...&lt;br /&gt;that when I was creating tearingmascara (it started off with this blog) I had a fight with my ex and my mascara was runny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love is...&lt;br /&gt;something that I want to feel as intensely as I did before again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is...&lt;br /&gt;complaining about the smelly haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will always...&lt;br /&gt;be a little bitch, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Forever seems...&lt;br /&gt;so far away. I'd like to think that some things will last for my forever - cause that's all that'll matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never ever want to...&lt;br /&gt;be so caught up with things that I forget who I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My cell phone is...&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous and big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When I woke up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;I felt so satisfied - cause I slept like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed...&lt;br /&gt;when people start talking rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties are...&lt;br /&gt;boring, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My pet(s) are...&lt;br /&gt;non existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Kisses are the best when...&lt;br /&gt;they're with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I...&lt;br /&gt;am going for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tomorrow I will...&lt;br /&gt;start school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I really want...&lt;br /&gt;to get into NUS next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. i love cereal and milk. With sliced bananas and raisins.&lt;br /&gt;2. i like having little bags, like one for my mp3 player, one for my makeup, one for my pads - all in my big bag.&lt;br /&gt;3. i love notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;4. i like to clean - there's something satisfying about having a clean drawer/cupboard/room at the end.&lt;br /&gt;5. i'm always shaking my ass to the music.&lt;br /&gt;6. i have a love hate relationship with my contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;7. i hate being vulnerable and I avoid it at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1. cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;2. big fat ugly flying insects&lt;br /&gt;3. being so fat that I'll need to buy two seats in a plane&lt;br /&gt;4. being teased till I cry - eh its happened before ok, a long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;5. noises in the dark&lt;br /&gt;6. my anger - I'm not an angry person but when I do get angry, I scare myself&lt;br /&gt;7. how I'm so stubborn about being strong, I'm always taking care of people, but I don't let many take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random songs at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. Post Blue - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;2. Promises - Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats in the Cradle - Guns n Roses&lt;br /&gt;4. Your kisses are wasted on me - The Pipettes&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss you off - Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;6. Ooh la - The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;7. Apnoea - Kasabian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I like most:&lt;br /&gt;1. dancing&lt;br /&gt;2. cats&lt;br /&gt;3. tarot&lt;br /&gt;4. laughing&lt;br /&gt;5. shopping&lt;br /&gt;6. music&lt;br /&gt;7. being my own person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35504458-116088517694191104?l=tearingmascara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/feeds/116088517694191104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35504458&amp;postID=116088517694191104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116088517694191104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35504458/posts/default/116088517694191104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearingmascara.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-still-love-these-things.html' title='I still love these things'/><author><name>tearingmascara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127276912465613560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos11.flickr.com/12618646_0df3afb6ae_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35504458.post-116084789647278600</id><published>2006-10-15T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:38:21.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back darlings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[I love you - The Pipettes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/592/1600/DSC00924.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/592/320/DSC00924.jpg" alt="" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so damn hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After not blogging for like a month, I've decided to go ahead and start doing it again. So, I haven't really had a holiday and school starts on Monday - DAMN SAD LA, CAN. After the 5 month internship, I had a 2 week break, which was ok, went to HK and slacked abit. Then I took up the 1 month Chalrton Media Job offer, cause I calculated another 2 week break before school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then I got this email that convex is starting 2 weeks early. AND BOY DID IT START. Its all that I've been doing for the past 2 weeks. I feel robbed. So violated. This just has to be the saddest thing that has happened to me in a long time. Everytime I start to think about it, I find myself pouting - and pouting is unglam, it'll give you wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want school to start. I don't want to see you. I want to spend more time with you guys. I don't want to have a large workload. I don't want to wake up early and spend my days(&amp;amp; nights) in Ngee Ann. I don't give a fuck about how whiny this post is. I'm clearly unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on another note, so pretty right the polka dots. Took a break between doing convex to do this skin. Ok back to convex now. 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