<?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-4573948997722726576</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:46:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kissthestorm.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2975300567501003984</id><published>2010-01-03T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:16:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://laceinfinity.blogspot.com"&gt;MOVED&lt;/a&gt; again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo.&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/4573948997722726576-2975300567501003984?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2975300567501003984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2975300567501003984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2975300567501003984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/moved.html' title='moved.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1156377712518269238</id><published>2009-12-24T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:01:42.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stepping into the new year</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a tad early I know, Christmas Eve had a not-so-nice start today especially when it poured in the morning and I had to cab to work - debiting my account balance again. :( Further to that, the cabbie didn't know how to use the NETS machine so I had to do it myself. SO RIDICULOUS. I should have auto deducted a 10% service charge from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to ponder upon year 2009 as within a week, we'll be stepping into the new year 2010. But I know I'm lazy so I won't blog on reflections yet, maybe, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast. Everything's like zooming past me and I realised I grew up. As in I literally learnt so much more and grew up so much faster this year - the next moment I realised I'm graduating in a month point five and then entering into the REAL ADULTHOOD. Yes, working full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go off now. Very abrupt I know. Will continue prolly during the weekends. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1156377712518269238?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1156377712518269238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/stepping-into-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1156377712518269238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1156377712518269238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/stepping-into-new-year.html' title='stepping into the new year'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6195772744555850868</id><published>2009-12-20T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:03:19.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so stucked.</title><content type='html'>Front or Back.&lt;br /&gt;Left or Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP. Joanna, S-T-O-P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been considerably happy these days. No stress no stress no stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last event of mine ended, I have been doing paperwork and following up with my past events. Something more interesting would be helping my colleague with her family days. One on the 5th and the other one was on the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT SO TANNED FROM DOING THE TWO FAMILY DAYS @ SENTOSA. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first family day was okay, everything went on as planned, just a bit of hiccups here and there. The second one was awesome and everything went on so smoothly, I thought it ended abit too abruptly. It was prolly also because this one was a much larger scale event and hence, had a bit more "ingredients" to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I doubt you guys read this but still, many thanks to my dearest friends who helped out during this event: Nicholas, Gary and friends, Brendan and friends and Jiahao and friends. I know the pay sucks, and it was hard work especially under the sweltering weather. :DDD You guys were great, thanks sooooo much. If I need more part-timers, you guys will be on my top list. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming. And please find my wishlist for 2009 end below:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kate Spade Black Wallet (I can't remember the series name, but its plain with just a gold-trimmed logo in front)&lt;br /&gt;2. Macbook Pro in Pink (Someone can buy this for me and spray-paint it)&lt;br /&gt;3. Canon IXUS 200 IS in Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a joke even though I really want these gadgets. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to get me for Christmas? (: Heheheh. You can get me GADGETS, SHOES (I'm a local size 37), BAGS, LACE MAKEUP POUCHES, COSMETICS OR SHOPPING VOUCHERS. Aiyah, just give me $$$. I am so broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if only someone can get me an ATM card which everytime I use it, the digits inside never decrease. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, time to go off and start on WORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-6195772744555850868?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6195772744555850868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-stucked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6195772744555850868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6195772744555850868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-stucked.html' title='so stucked.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2936830257334667584</id><published>2009-12-05T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:05:46.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 1am now. And I have to wake up at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still wanna blog that I AM SO HAPPY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue the story tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am excited for the event tomorrow morning. Am excited for the sleepover later tonight - bestie and mao - and shopping with them! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2936830257334667584?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2936830257334667584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-1am-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2936830257334667584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2936830257334667584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-1am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4279384549970704974</id><published>2009-12-04T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:46:55.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indecisiveness kills.</title><content type='html'>Yoooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is soooooo boring. No pictures. Just words. I know you're sick of reading it. Don't you even lie in front of me and say "no, its so interesting". SLAP YOU ARH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you should have already sensed it, I'm in a very happy mood today. I am now, blogging in Starbucks @ ION. Yes, ION Orchard again. I should try applying for a VIP card in ION if they have that - just so because I have been here sooooooooo many times that all my 10 fingers and 10 toes can't sum up to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they read this, they will award the VIP card to me. Then I can shop in ION for discounts and discounts. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. :D -grins nonstop- YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm here this morning to oversee the cleaning of my event ground at ION Square. The post-works of my 10-day event which ended on 29 November. The very event that left indelible memories in me, the very one that made me realise many things - many things I never knew I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/P225701_27-11-09.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/04122009014.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, as per my previous post, I'm so totally in love with doing events. This fiery passion is still burning strong. However, I'm afraid this may just be a facade and will fade out soon - that is, if anything bad enough does puts me off this whole interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I do not see myself so much as an events person yet. Just so because I know I lack the experience, and that without the relevant experience, one can never expect clients to fully place their trust on you. Despite the numerous scoldings I get from joining this company, one reason I'll never regret in coming to this company is that I get to handle big projects with big clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how cool is that, JUST imagine!! Take this recent event I've just completed for example. You walk along Orchard Road, in front of the iconic ION Orchard which just made its entrance to the stretch of touristy activities in July this year - and there you see a BOAT on display. Come on la, you see cars being displayed here and there. But just how many times will you find a boat along Orchard Road?!! I haven't seen one myself for sure. And the cool part is, I was part of the whole project. WTF. Okay, but the whole issue is that being part of this project has made me realised that the satisfaction I derived from the end of the whole event (10 days long some more!!!) is more than the 'hardships' I've gone through. Despite having to stay late for 7 days straight - overseeing setup and touch-ups which run through the night till 2-3am at times; I think its all worthwhile. Seeing that smile on the client and his comments on a job well done, I think there is nothing else that makes me happier than that. (But the follow-up part after the event sucks la, though no choice. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this, I realized that everywhere I go, my eyes tend to stray off to somewhere with events. Then I will be sneaking around trying to figure out what makes the event successful or otherwise - and then I start imagining myself doing that up as well. HAHAHAHAHA, maybe I should see a doc soon. My obsession is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, there is this ongoing Lee Hwa event in ION Orchard, Level One. I absolutely love the entire build-up - spells CLASSY and ELEGANT - just like their merchandise. See the photos below, so pretty right!!! :D I'm striving to produce such quality events in the near future - though at the back end there may be loopholes here or there (I SAID MAY BE), but upfront what I'm seeing is splendour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/04122009003.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/04122009005.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okie dokie, my client is arriving at ION Orchard to inspect the grouns in 10 minutes. Shall run off now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention, they are treating us to lunch at Peach Garden later during noontime. (: I'll be up at 33rd Level of OCBC Centre, enjoying a post-event celebration lunch. I doubt they'll see this but still, I really have to thank these clients for allowing me a chance to learn so much through this event. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-4279384549970704974?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4279384549970704974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/indecisiveness-kills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4279384549970704974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4279384549970704974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/indecisiveness-kills.html' title='indecisiveness kills.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-9079482176607792345</id><published>2009-11-30T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:50:05.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things changed.</title><content type='html'>I know I'll love it in the events industry.&lt;br /&gt;The satisfaction to be derived, the emails and smses from the client expressing his thanks and praises for the event, working dependently on each other in the team, learning how to solve problems on-site and making sure they are made the right way etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I've learnt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update on my latest event this week once I manage to take leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shagged. 10 days straight of non-stop work + late nights = FATIGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this industry also because I've been meeting so many fun people. But now, I am into this dilemma in choosing which path to take in my months ahead. I have had offers for full-time jobs in events-related companies, but I'm not certain about going into suppliers' companies OR starting off in other events companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate making such choices. But I will have to make them VERY SOON. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and I've seen all true colors now. great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-9079482176607792345?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9079482176607792345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9079482176607792345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9079482176607792345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-changed.html' title='things changed.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2587027734697686189</id><published>2009-11-25T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:47:32.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toxication</title><content type='html'>I'm still currently running my event at ION Orchard. Go find that boat display outside Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana, under American Express. Yes, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have gotten on fine. I'm doing great still, and still alive. Even though I have been tolling through these couple of days - having to stay back after the event ends at 9pm - just to oversee some setup issues. On a daily basis that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds sucky, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came to realise that my passion in doing events may not just end right after my internship. I'm still misting over what my future months ahead has in line for me. But nevertheless, I know bringing an event to success is what I realised I really love doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE MY UTMOST ADMIRATION/RESPECT FOR MY MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's been niaming and scolding me a lot. But I decided since last Friday 20 Nov, that what I'm seeing from her, and what I should be learning from is her passion in doing events. The way she goes all out just to ensure the client is pleased - I totally take my hats off her. She rocks in this point, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing events may not be my forte, but definitely, my passion. Maybe its just the follow-up part that is taxing me. But but but, I guess coordination is all I love doing. Perhaps, part-time event coordinator jobs will do fine for me. HAHAHAHAH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm blogging now because I am so freaking frustrated. Can't really put down in words on WHY, WHO, HOW, WHAT &amp;amp; WHERE caused me this frustration. Its probably just everything tonight. EVERYTHING. Here I am at my event area, waiting for the suppliers to come in to do the setup works and then blogging. I thought I could rant on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realised I do not know how to start. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just need time to cool down and offload everything off my mind. But its easier said than done. Say you just broke up with your 10-years-long boyfriend - do not tell me you go celebrating and down few bottles happily at Zouk or St James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness sake, I feel damn cooped up. I effing know I have a long list of things to do, but I am too cramped up to know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling sucks. REALLY SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I am so freaking broke now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2587027734697686189?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2587027734697686189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/toxication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2587027734697686189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2587027734697686189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/toxication.html' title='toxication'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2410890814889019894</id><published>2009-11-09T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:46:58.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diving in all over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xi-X4d96LQ4/SvgHL43qybI/AAAAAAAAAag/9SiPqBUoRHo/s1600-h/13058_165362383089_574288089_2746880_1527497_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xi-X4d96LQ4/SvgHL43qybI/AAAAAAAAAag/9SiPqBUoRHo/s400/13058_165362383089_574288089_2746880_1527497_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402075653856741810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm seeing a new light to this whole situation. But trust me, within weeks or even days, you'll find me rambling on non-stop yet again. Fickle-minded, I know. You don't have to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't a blue Monday. A little colourful today, a tad chirpy too. There's some form of unknown force within me that is making me feel happy, relaxed, energetic. Even when I'm being slumped with more work, I don't feel stressed nor tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I think I'm beginning to like this job. Or maybe its just because I've gotten the hang of everything. Looking at kimbo handling her one big D&amp;amp;D event, it makes me wonder if I would rather be like her and handle that event, or handle more events like what I am doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I'll still pick the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, its subjective. Perhaps two days down the week, I'll be swearing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT I SWEAR AT THIS POINT OF TIME, I DON'T KNOW WHY IM GETTING SO EXCITED FOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Feels like faltering at his presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2410890814889019894?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2410890814889019894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/diving-in-all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2410890814889019894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2410890814889019894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/diving-in-all-over-again.html' title='diving in all over again'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xi-X4d96LQ4/SvgHL43qybI/AAAAAAAAAag/9SiPqBUoRHo/s72-c/13058_165362383089_574288089_2746880_1527497_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-9102303021279178773</id><published>2009-11-01T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:12:58.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rashes outbreak. ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm having an outbreak of rashes now. Fuck mann. Sooooooooo ITCHY. I bet its either the Brandy Coke or Hot &amp;amp; Sticky I had at Zouk on Friday. I guess the cause was Brandy. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a big blue-black on my right hand - thanks to grace who got so drunk that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been clubbing for so long, living my life like a stone-aged dinosaur. Too busy with work, and not enough personal time, let alone time for sleeping. I know I needed to de-stress, but who knows, I ended up having to handle my dearest drunkard. Haha, you and your blg, is it getting better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I SAW L___'s BOYFRIEND FLIRTING IN ZOUK. HAHAHAHAHAHA, FUCK MANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its Monday again tomorrow. Why do the weekends always end SOOOOOO FAST. I think the world clock is spoiled for sure because weekdays always seem to have 48 hours a day but weekends only 24 hours per day. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 1 week and 4 more days to my next event. I'm going to be so so so so so stressed up again. TIRED. SHAGGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek. I still have so much work undone. But I'm in no mood to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please slap me awake and push me to stop fb-ing and wandering elsewhere other than work! Its NO WONDER I always seem to have never-ending work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/Eddie/Documents/31102009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-9102303021279178773?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9102303021279178773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/rashes-outbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9102303021279178773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9102303021279178773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/rashes-outbreak.html' title='rashes outbreak. ):'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7490968886477451390</id><published>2009-10-26T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:37:15.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you cry because the sun has left your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. But just how many people can understand this thoroughly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7490968886477451390?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7490968886477451390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-cry-because-sun-has-left-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7490968886477451390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7490968886477451390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-cry-because-sun-has-left-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-8110281423520874064</id><published>2009-10-25T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:09:45.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much interference in my life</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy with work that life is getting monotonous. I live my life every single day having to worry about work-related issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am getting myself into, but I know for sure, I am really really shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know I am loving the event coordination work, but at many times, the follow-up part is a total CHORE for me mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handling several events on hand makes that ten-fold stress acceleration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense my body breaking down soon, really really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of these work stress, I get really fed up with others who impose pressure upon me. Okay, to be more explicit, I simply do not have time to go think about other personal issues. I doubt you will read this, nor get it. But still, at least let me vent it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to sleep already. Work at 9am tomorrow. Another routined week begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-8110281423520874064?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8110281423520874064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-much-interference-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8110281423520874064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8110281423520874064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-much-interference-in-my-life.html' title='too much interference in my life'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1232299635765749005</id><published>2009-10-23T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:13:59.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my next event!</title><content type='html'>Okay, its my second event tomorrow and I'm feeling excited all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWWWW I CANT SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reached home. Yes, its 1am now. I left my office at 12am just now. Amazing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to find such hardworking interns? Haha, okay crap. Yes, kimbo stayed with me throughout cos' she had work to follow up as well. So as to say, we worked from 9am to 12am. 15 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so amazed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pray hard everything will go on smoothly tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm confused, and to a certain extent, irritated. Maybe I should be explicit enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1232299635765749005?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1232299635765749005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-next-event.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1232299635765749005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1232299635765749005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-next-event.html' title='my next event!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7519688550656683920</id><published>2009-10-18T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:01:05.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm attracting the wrong crowds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, if BFFs' colleagues were angmohs, still can consider. But apparently, they are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Sorry J, I wish I could tell you the truth but I'm not at all prepared for the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Sorry B, this should end before it gets far even though it may not be what I'm thinking. I'm still uncomfortable with all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;And V, I don't know if you will see this but I don't have time to really speak to you on that issue. But still, please face it with maturity and clarity. Take a step back and look at the big picture, you know we don't want you to be suffering at the end of the day. Please my dear, think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking so much about my life recently. Graduating in a few months time but I have absolutely no idea of where I will be at then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aimlessly, I defined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7519688550656683920?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7519688550656683920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7519688550656683920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7519688550656683920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/die.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4636691044773415612</id><published>2009-10-12T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:02:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think of a better one next time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think I need a lot a lot a lot of courage now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, saying is easier than doing it. I know better than anyone else that I will still choose to hide behind the shell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;mzdbkn,dwhsazt,pwztnwzwss,dwstaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I choose to believe that ____ will work its way through, and eventually land at where I want it to be? Maybe. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work, I'm praying hard my weeks ahead will be smooth-sailing. No more bad encounters like before. I'm afraid of breaking down all over again because of work. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-4636691044773415612?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4636691044773415612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-of-better-one-next-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4636691044773415612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4636691044773415612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-of-better-one-next-time.html' title='think of a better one next time'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5877118456204453530</id><published>2009-10-06T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:21:11.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny dolls make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;The distance is growing and I can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Though harsh but I know I can take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been hearing stories. A lot of them. And many things have been happening to me recently. Just within a week, I could compile them all into a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its October already. Two more months to the end of the year. Fast eh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year has been so much different from past years. For myself that is. I have been thinking a lot to myself. And my thoughts are erratic. Wiring tangled, and I need to learn to free them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucked up moments are when I cannot get things straight and choose to hide away. Mustering up the courage is one thing, doing it is another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive my rantings above, just ignore if you're lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just completed my first event at ION on Sunday. I must admit, it was a great experience. Shall blog more another day, ain't feeling well now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel my body breaking down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-5877118456204453530?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5877118456204453530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunny-dolls-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5877118456204453530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5877118456204453530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunny-dolls-make-me-smile.html' title='sunny dolls make me smile'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1158526974348136617</id><published>2009-09-29T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:48:02.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have deleted some posts away due to personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired and shagged. Cooped up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1158526974348136617?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1158526974348136617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-deleted-some-posts-away-due-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1158526974348136617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1158526974348136617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-deleted-some-posts-away-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-3960962483276860814</id><published>2009-09-21T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:21:26.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>service</title><content type='html'>It sucks having to stay up now to wait for emails.&lt;div&gt;I WANT MY FRIGGING HUGE BED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to fall flat on the bed and snore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to sleep through the night and wake up 48 hours later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to wake up and go shopping like a rich tai-tai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to shop and drop only when I've exhausted all limits of all cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm staying up cos' of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a Monday, supposedly to be a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am, having to think of WORK WORK WORK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pras is visiting my company tomorrow. I have soooooooooooo much to talk to him. Kim's going for a site recce tomorrow and I guess I can be spared for a day without having to leave the office or busy myself with all the communications in and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 more days to the weekends. AHAHAHA. Counting down to weekends was never my forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My table at home is in a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My desk at work is empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've decided to transfer a bit of messiness over to my workplace tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lugging stationeries. Should I bring my HUMONGOUS BANANA to hug while working?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe not, I look like a retard carrying it outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Image-conscious = ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to wear for work tomorrow. Should I throw on a lazy dress or a cardigan over spags? Heels or my newly-bought pink lace flats? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(OH AND I SWEAR MY NEW LACE PINK FLATS ARE FUCKING CHIO.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, I met up with bestie and mao for shopping! :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some bad incident happened and it pissed me off real bad, really. This super black face salesgirl was cashiering and she not only spoke rudely to my girls lor, she threw their purchases into the plastic bag and then dump it on the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I mean literally THREW it onto the table as though she was dumping one lump of rubbish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCKING RUDE OF HER. I wish I could give her a tight slap if there are no laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so as she returned the change to bestie, I decided to mumble LOUDLY: "this is so fucking rude lah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I turned and walked off, smoking to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there she was behind me, shouting: "excuse me, please repeat what you said" and blah blah. Bestie said she was so agitated she looked as if she was going to run after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if she had a chopper, she'll fling it at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But HELLO? Is this what you call customer service? I AM 101% SURE CUSTOMER SERVICE IS NOT TAUGHT TO BE LIKE THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, you don't stare at the customer fiercely with a fucking black face and say: "Do you want to make payment now? If not, I want to take the next payment."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you don't UNWILLINGLY take the customers' items, scan, and throw them into the plastic bags and then harshly dump them on the table. With a still-very-black-face somemore! If you don't know the difference between throw and put, check the dictionary or ring up your kindergarten teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So well, I forgot to mention that yes, eventually I don't see anyone tailing me after I left the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are thinking I was in the wrong as well cos' I shouldn't be using those words like "fucking". Well, in the first place I said I was MUMBLING to myself. I did not STARE AT HER and said those words in her face. Neither did I say WHO WHO WHO and blah blah. You get it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I meant that was just a comment to myself, she chooses to take it and apply it to herself. That's her issue, not mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the shop I was referring to is in Wisma, shan't mention the shop's name though. It's just some fashionably cheap shop. But today, I met a Popular bookstore staff who was so customer-oriented and nice, I regretted that I didn't take down her name to commend her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This goes to show what? That even bookstores can have good customer service yet shops in touristy areas do not understand the importance of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service is something that everyone can provide. Its just a matter of whether its good or bad. Employers please frigging emphasize more on the quality of your staff. When they suck, it means the same for your brand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then lovelies! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-3960962483276860814?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3960962483276860814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/3960962483276860814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/3960962483276860814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/service.html' title='service'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5623104647220007724</id><published>2009-09-21T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:44:30.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words can't express what I feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;hiding away.&lt;br /&gt;it's now a matter of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;no longer a game of finding.&lt;br /&gt;persevering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn those scriptwriters who weave beautiful stories.&lt;br /&gt;they enact unrealistic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;and when bubbles burst.&lt;br /&gt;they go 'POP'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its the end.&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/4573948997722726576-5623104647220007724?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5623104647220007724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-cant-express-what-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5623104647220007724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5623104647220007724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-cant-express-what-i-feel.html' title='words can&apos;t express what I feel'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-3252101855774499316</id><published>2009-09-19T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:20:58.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99th post</title><content type='html'>This is my 99th post in this blog ever since I started it somewhere near mid year. Very random I know. But it signifies greatly for me ever since I've taken a more serious approach to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has now become a weekly affair for me as work is piling on me and stress is building up itself rapidly. Weekends has now grown significantly to me as they are the only two days I can have some personal time. But since last week till now, I haven't seen to a totally-WEEKEND day for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, work is stealing them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm booked for retail therapy a couple of hours later, I will still have to lug my organiser along lest anyone calls me with work-related issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the downside of this industry I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I met some guy at the Comex Show. He was saying that he use to work for Unusual, the entertainment company or something and he gets to make a lot of friends. And many of these "friends" were just trying to fish tickets for concerts etc. from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, amazing. Making friends cos' they wanna make use of you. WHATEVER. Surface friends ain't needed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a superficial post as well. I'm too crammed up above to think of what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-3252101855774499316?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3252101855774499316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/99th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/3252101855774499316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/3252101855774499316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/99th-post.html' title='99th post'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1460050836458645416</id><published>2009-09-16T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:46:07.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing pieces.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend - COMEX show was not as blasting as the previous shows I did. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was happy, but the next day I was mad pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I almost could not pull myself up from the bed on Monday morning for work. Work that day was stressful as well. But, I learned a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, an equally happening day. And now, I really should be sleeping. Gotta rush down to a client's office first thing in the morning, then back to office and then to ION Orchard to meet mao for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEBYE blog. I'm suddenly very tired so I shall end this abruptly. Nonsensical posts lately, need for rejuvenation is escalating. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1460050836458645416?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1460050836458645416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-weekend-comex-show-was-not-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1460050836458645416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1460050836458645416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-weekend-comex-show-was-not-as.html' title='missing pieces.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7331297124387699358</id><published>2009-09-11T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:18:24.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh YESSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNA is very very very very very VERY TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's got work at COMEX tomorrow and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's been feeling tensed the whole day. Work is beginning to pile up. Stress, coming soon I can foresee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7331297124387699358?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7331297124387699358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-i-havent-bathe-yet-although-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7331297124387699358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7331297124387699358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-i-havent-bathe-yet-although-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5644456887332249415</id><published>2009-09-08T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:23:22.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internship</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not dead yet okayyyy. Speculations aside, I'm just busy with internship. Previous post talked on my exams nearing and me having to mug and yada yada... BUT BUT BUT apparently, I didn't really kept up to my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one incident that made my day on the last day of exams. 2am in the morning, I was left with 3 lectures untouched for M.I.C.E. And exam was at 9.30am. I was so dead then I swear. Tried several corners at home to study but it seems like fengshui wasn't working out for me then. So last alternative, the TOILET. And ta-dah! My little booklet of notes fell into the toilet bowl. WTF. How high a chance will you see your things fall into the toilet bowl and get soaked up? One in a trillion chance. And it happened to me on that very night I was anxiously trying to cram notes into my puny brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the very smart me decided to wash my notes with CLEAN water (okay, the toilet bowl water was clean as well but still who wouldn't wash it?) and then I ironed it dry. And everything went back as per normal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of dirty incidents. Anyway, I'm having this problem with MAMs nowadays. I don't know what the hell is wrong with them or maybe it  lies with me. Whatever. Shoo off please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the office now, waiting for some tasks to be handed to me. Internship began last week, and so far so good  I guess. I have nice colleagues, but the office is at times very empty and when I run out of tasks to do, I'll get so bored. I'm hoping to see more active work to be done and hopefully, the thrill of handling events will be coming soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon. I guess. Haha, so preoccupied with internship and catching up with friends that I have practically no personal time for blogging and facebooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Months have past and I thought it died out, apparently, it turned out likewise.&lt;br /&gt;Time to let go, hard work.&lt;br /&gt;All these on-off touches are squeezing me real hard.&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/4573948997722726576-5644456887332249415?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5644456887332249415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/internship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5644456887332249415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5644456887332249415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/internship.html' title='internship'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-743598100033336710</id><published>2009-08-16T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:20:17.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised, people do change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drastically. Inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes without knowing, its drifting apart yet you're still blindly trying to pull them back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last resort - Pinochio's method. Will it work? Perhaps. At least to mist-ify it for the moment I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking some internal language again. Yea, I probably don't get a handful of friends who really understand these though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be mugging these couple of days. Real hard. I promised myself a real presentable grades report this semester. Hopefully, I'll keep up to this promise and distance myself from the virtual world 100% for this period. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-743598100033336710?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/743598100033336710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-people-do-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/743598100033336710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/743598100033336710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-people-do-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-90019823245071860</id><published>2009-08-11T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:19:18.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUMS should learn to shut up at the appropriate times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cos' I'm just so fucking fed up now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-90019823245071860?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/90019823245071860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/90019823245071860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/90019823245071860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='&gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-8527321553164222129</id><published>2009-08-11T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:35:36.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchified.</title><content type='html'>I ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY DID I EVEN BOTHER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a question for me to ponder. For ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2769.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks filling my mind. Fuck, I'm back into those trances again. I'm disliking myself in this state. But I realised I can no longer control whatever that used to belong to me. In one instance, I wish for someone to land a tight slap on me. In another, I wish to turn back the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch moments these couple of days. DAMN you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-8527321553164222129?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8527321553164222129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitchified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8527321553164222129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8527321553164222129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitchified.html' title='bitchified.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-864673762335129143</id><published>2009-08-06T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:50:33.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a huge post.</title><content type='html'>At this point of time, I'm still wondering how to go about starting this post cos' all the photos are jumbled up and so. To make life easier, I guess I shall go about as randomly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2629.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Top Table lunch with my favourite girls a week ago! Afterwhich, we went pool-ing at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were given two choices for appetiser - mesclun salad or onion soup. I chose the latter. And I deeply regretted cos' firstly, it doesn't look appetising. Which of course fails the purpose since it's supposedly called the APPETISER right? Secondly, it stinks shit. I took a sip, and a nauseating feeling made its way up my throat. But I guess it was probably a personal thought cos' other guests seemed to be enjoying it. My table for sure, did not though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2601.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, luckily for us, the chef gave us complimentary appetiser! Ta-dah, it looks sooooooooooo pretty right! Can't remember the name though, but it was nice and compensated for my experience with the previous appetiser. Our table was still discussing why the chef gave our table complimentary appetiser cos' apparently, the next table of lecturers did not enjoy this benefit. Haha, we were even discussing that it is prolly cos' our table seats 6 pretty girls. OPPS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2598.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, here comes my main course! Cod fish with butter rice! Yummmmmmmm! (: So much nicer than the seabass I had previously at the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;edited//0708: Janice reminded me to mention something. Haha! That it, our table had 4 orders of cod fish as main course. However, the headwaiter came to inform us that the kitchen was only left with 2 portions and kinda expected two of us to revert to eating veal instead. But being persistent ladies, we insisted we cannot eat veal and after a while, he came back again saying that the chef managed to squeeze out two more portions. So, Janice was saying that he probably cut the original size portions to half portions to make them 4 portions LOL! Haha, just how funny can my girls get?? But this is also why I love being with them! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2602.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Following on, the dessert was great too! Frozen hazelnut with poached apricots I think! Heavenly tasting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2605.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Neo and Mr Malik! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2609.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2613.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Attended the career fair the next day! Then lunch was with the group at Kim Gary! And you know what, Bosco Wong IS SO FREAKING HOT. Haha, he endorses for Kim Gary! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2618.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently cafes in Hong Kong do not serve their drinks in such containers. However, it seems like a trend in Hong Kong cafes around Singapore like Xin Wang, Kim Gary and Wong Kok. Uniquely Singapore's version? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2620.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this was what me and Jas ordered. Her ramen was HUMONGOUS compared to my pathetic bowl of rice LOLS. And the best thing is, I wondered if the noodles were actually more than the garlic inside or vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2621.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2622.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2680.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up, my sister's 21st birthday bash! (: Her theme was PYJAMAS and some of the attendees were AWESOME I swear. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My little cousin's birthday falls on one day before my sis's and his mum bought a cake for him too. Or rather, I heard he DEMANDED for one. Haha! He's only Primary One this year okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2658.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2657.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2643.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2644.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2645.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2648.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see what I mean by some of them being very awesome? Haha! Yes, the guys were....... VERY SEXY. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2649.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2650.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2655.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, there were even steamboat apart from catering, barbecued and self-prepared items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2656.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2659.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2660.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2663.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2664.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then the next day, my dad had a gathering for his friends at the same place so its like a second round of partying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2700.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2702.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2704.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2705.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was helping out in the kitchen when I saw these super huge fish heads! I was so freaked out with the size and gory looks of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2699.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then after dinner, I felt sooooooooooooo sinful with beer and chipster. Okay, but I didn't finish my beer. I still prefer Bacardi. XD Oh and I think Tiger is nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2708.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh see this prawn! It looks so well-barbecued and yummilicious righttttttttt! Ya ya ya, very random photo I know but look at the next one first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2717.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesssssssssssssss!! Its fucking huge can! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2719.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A corner where my father's friends were playing mahjong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2731.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This boy totally spells KAWAII right!! He's only 2+ years old somemore. *faints* If only he was at least 20 years older..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2722.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Told him to pose for the camera, and here he goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2728.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2732.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, was with Mao at Vivo when we went to play some quiz thing at Panasonic's roadshow! And we took the photo below! The guys were nice enough to let us go a second round just so that we both could keep one for ourselves! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2733.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2685.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes! One of my latest buys - quilted bag! Haha. Okay very stupid to take this photo. But I like to do so CAN? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2689.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, the last presentation the class 3H08 had! :D I think I'm going to miss this class alot. Really. Everyone is sooooooooooo funny and friendly, and the best thing is, everyone can mingle well with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Cali's B-Bear. He has breezed us through our various projects! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2747.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is B-Bear with my MAOMAO pen. (: It chios up the entire photo, don't you think so? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2750.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha, Cynthia blocks my view. She was playing FB I swear. Haha! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2749.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cat-fighters! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2751.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My loveliest group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2758.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One FULL CLASS photo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2755.png" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope not many of them will see this post cos' I suddenly feel like describing this shit class that I love so much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(from top left to bottom right onwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CYNTHIA&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Very-Responsible-Class-Rep (I've never met a class rep as responsible as you I swear. Thanks for all the constant reminders etc!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALISTA&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Crazy-Over-Bears (All these I don't need to explain right? Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUYING&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Violent-But-Looks-Innocent (All these I don't need to explain right? Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIAOHONG&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Dainty-And-Nice (At first I thought you were a tad fierce when the sem started, but I realised then that you're a pretty and lovely lady!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERENE&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Smile-A-Lot (No more bus talks anymore, but its nice chatting with you all these while!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JASMINE&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Chatterbox-Cum-Zainal's-Fav (All these I don't need to explain right? Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Sotong-Cum-Sick-A-Lot (You always gong-gong de, and you tend to fall sick easily so rest well hun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUHUI&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Smiley-Friendly (I remember you asked if I had a sticker on my ass but it was just my buttons lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDREY&lt;/span&gt; - Miss JingJing-Cum-Tan's-Fav (Haha! Jing jingggggggggggggggggg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIMING&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Love-Your-Hair-A-Lot (I still remember the toilet incident! Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LILING&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Very-Noisy-Very-Enthu (It's your birthday today btw, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY babe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EELING&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Pon-A-Lot-Of-Class (Honestly, I seldom see you in class. Your attendance arh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASS&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Vain-Cum-Suay (Cos' you kena quarantine TWICE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON&lt;/span&gt; - Mr Quiet-Cum-Half-Beat (I meant that you always act slower by half a beat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRACY&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Low-Profile (Actually I think you always look very sick during lessons. Haha! And you don't talk much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLAUDINE&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Friendly (I remember you sat next to me during the first tutorial!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIM&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Calm (I think you've got potential as a news reporter! Haha, you got the look pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEIDA&lt;/span&gt; - Mr Self-Proclaimed-God (What else can I say?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEARLYN&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Chanel (Cos' I liked your earrings!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VANESSA&lt;/span&gt; - Miss A (Haha, everyone calls you the A-student!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEIBIN&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Talk-Loud-Cum-Funny-And-Random (You never fail to make me laugh can!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRENDA&lt;/span&gt; - Miss Princess (I wanted to call myself a princess, but since you self-proclaim as one, I shall give up the throne HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEIKIANG&lt;/span&gt; - Mr Look-Abit-Fierce (Seriously, I super scared of you initially haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIM&lt;/span&gt; - Mr Gentleman (I realised you tend to stand at the door to hold it for the class many times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONOVAN&lt;/span&gt; - Mr Funny-Cum-Always-Late (I remember that day you asked me if I was happier cos' Wei Da was not there, very funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUAN ANN&lt;/span&gt; - Mr Speak-Like-Rocket (Everyone understands this fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt; I think I rock. (Hey! It rhymes! Haha! XD)&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I could come up with something for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you 3H08, for making this semester a fun one for me. A nice ending for my 3 years in TP before the intern starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall end this really long post now. Need to go bathe and start packing parcels again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! &lt;span style="color:RED;"&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/4573948997722726576-864673762335129143?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/864673762335129143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/huge-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/864673762335129143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/864673762335129143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/huge-post.html' title='a huge post.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7881008564940775</id><published>2009-08-06T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:18:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.</title><content type='html'>I was in the midst of uploading about 50 pics for my blogpost in photobucket when it freaking undergo maintenance when approx. 40+ photos were uploaded. FUCK. Can't they just wait till I finish uploading???!!! Soooooooooooooo ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to the maintenance, I have decided to blog a short post on something I just got inspired with. That is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;101 reasons why you should shop from forever21.com instead of buying directly from the retail stores in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/flash/f21_main_us.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Price&lt;/span&gt;. Those tags in the retail stores are so wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy OVERPRICED. Purchasing from forever21.com even after shipping costs are included is still way cheaper that those numbers tagged on in the stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Variety&lt;/span&gt;. You step into the stores and what do you see? Loads and loads of stocks piled under the same shelves or racks. WHY? Because they do not have enough designs to go around the seemingly huge stores. But with just a couple of clicks, you get to windows of hundreds or even thousands of designs and items. If you're those with SLOW fashion sense, then stick to the stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You get new arrivals every day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, I REPEAT. EVERY SINGLE DAY&lt;/span&gt; they upload new designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are quite a number of online &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCLUSIVE&lt;/span&gt; items too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for reasons 5 to 100.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT IS BECAUSE I LIKE TO SHOP AT FOREVER21.COM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. You simply have to experience it yourself to understand the 100 reasons I mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, if you want to purchase anything from forever21.com, please let me know ASAP cos' I'm opening a spree currently and will be ordering during the weekends. Drop me an email at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capturedd@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; and CC &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cloverine@live.com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop on lovelies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: Will try to get my blogpost up tonight, if not tomorrow! (:&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/4573948997722726576-7881008564940775?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7881008564940775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7881008564940775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7881008564940775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn.html' title='damn.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7372741864455095694</id><published>2009-08-04T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:00:48.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2682.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I completed my script for presentation tomorrow, finished syncing a series of drama, ironed out my formals but table is still in a mess. ): Won't be tucking in early again I guess. Will update soon with more pics cos' I haven uploaded the chunk of them from my camera. Busyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy with parcels packing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then lovelies! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7372741864455095694?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7372741864455095694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7372741864455095694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7372741864455095694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-only.html' title='if only'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-8314728027813774856</id><published>2009-07-30T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:19:54.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2595.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;lovely ladies, happening night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but sharon's missing. ahaha, rest well babe!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, was intending to dine in at Chatterbox @ Meritus tonight. Eventually we decided to dine elsewhere since the assignment wasn't graded. Nonetheless, though we ended in a cheaper alternative, it was still a great night as ever! (: These girls are a great bunch to be with I swear, though abit dumb at times HAHA! I'm still in a dilemma as to whether or not to upload the video lehhhhhhhhhhhhh. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And a very big SORRY to BEN and gang, I didn't mean to PS you guys again, but I was too tired to travel to clark quay then. I know you guys had fun too right?! (: Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The night is still long and my bed ain't appealing to me yetttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family:calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/4573948997722726576-8314728027813774856?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8314728027813774856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovely-ladies-happening-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8314728027813774856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8314728027813774856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovely-ladies-happening-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7009357074727308943</id><published>2009-07-29T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:42:02.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe its just not meant to be like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2563.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some perceives as pathetically trying hard, I choose to say it is determination that took over them. Perhaps it is just sheer optimism on my part, but you never will want a frown stuck on your face like its super-glued. As a matter of fact, it is just a choice between leaving it as it is, or doing something to change the current state. For me, I try my best to fulfil the latter. Never mind if you do not understand what I am trying to bring across. This is afterall, just something in my opinion and I do not need anyone to stamp it down or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is beautiful.&lt;/b&gt; Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a very sweet and nice song someone sent me. (: Listen, you may love it as much as me too! It's a song by &lt;b&gt;InnerVoices&lt;/b&gt;, and the song is titled &lt;b&gt;Baby Girl&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2_1ac93f64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2_1ac93f64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I had yummilicious chocolate truffles cake. Outlook was bad, or rather not very pretty. But the taste was heavenly I swear. I never liked chocolate cakes. But this, gave me no reasons to keep those thumbs down. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2565.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, right to the main topic for today, or should I say tonight. Well, because of my routined habits of messing up my room, it has come to the time of the month when I start to get everything inside the four walls soothing to the eyes. And so I decided to pack them during my weekends which was free due to the absence of projects (yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!). This time round, I should say my room (actually only my table so far...) has undergone a huge revamp - cleaning out the inches of dust, sweeping the specks-full floor, mopping the room, throwing away of storage boxes (so I had to go ikea yesterday to get new ones), dumping of useless nonsensical rubbish and so on so forth. Whilst clearing out stuffs, I rummaged through some historical items I hadn't set my eyes on for at least a year and I was amazed with my courage to not scream at silverfishes and teeny weeny spiders that appeared from within the "debris".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it don upon me that I'm missing many things. Many many things I use to do, many many things I want to say to my closest but hadn't gotten a chance. And here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every single little thing I've gotten for farewells or v'days, its all here. Nicely kept! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2583.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every single letter I've received, every single card, or every single tiny message, its all nicely treasured too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2580.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The loveliest card I've ever received. Prettiest one. Remember girls? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2571.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2572.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this. Meet dardar. She's one of the icons for the clique. Is yours still around huh AHEM! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2584.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum these, I think I had an awesome secondary school life. Those four years, not all of smiles and giggles, were memorable. And my girls, even though we no longer see each other every single day like we used to, I know everyone misses those days. But gone were those days when we were so carefree, unlike this really complicated society we're entering. Its always hard to let go of something you've held on for so long, but before you realised it, you are miles away from where you used to be. Reality may be harsh but we still have to accept the fact that we're growing older by the day, but along the way, we learn many more new things we hadn't got in contact with in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of person who goes up to you straight and tell you how I feel about you. Neither do I have the courage to give you a big teddy hug out of no where, and then tell you that I'm grateful for having a friend like you. I will not pour out deepest words through verbally like I do on the Internet. So, this shall remain my personal platform for letting my closest know how thankful I am for knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BESTIE.&lt;/b&gt; I really really don't know how we came about becoming BFFs. Like how many people used to say about you being a "guai" girl and how I was that "bitch" girl in school, and then both of us became like really really good friends. Gazillions of question marks poping here and there but I still cannot find the answer to my question. Maybe some friendship cupid shot the wrong arrows, haha! We used to be only squadmates, and then gradually we became real good friends. I remember the times when we quarrel last time, or when I started throwing a fuss over the tiniest bit of issues, we always know that each other is angry and how I will tell you straight that "yes, I'm angry, but give me some time and I'll chill" kinda thing. I think best friends should be like this. As in, when one party is angry with the other, its always nice to inform him/her that you ain't very happy about whatever issue and how you want it to be resolved. Perhaps it's just my stupid way of thinking, but I know one thing for sure, my temper used to be freaking bad, but now I know I have tamed down so much because I have a BFF who is always patient and never flares up. Haha. :D And I find it funny when you get angry and call me or tell me face-to-face about that who-who-who that made you so agitated. Lols. But honestly, thank you very much for being my friend, being my BFF. Six years of friendship. It's really fast uh-huh?! But but but, I wish, and I know that in the next 6 years, 10 years or even 20 or more years to come, we will still remain as BFFs rightttttttttttttttttttt?! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE GIRLS.&lt;/b&gt; I just so refuse to call you girls PRINCESSES. Haha! Like I've said before, its abit too "song" can! And we're growing old my dears. :D Anyway, "DAJIE" is not a very easy position to be in. Its like almost everything you'll hear "go ask dajie la" that kinda thing, very tiring you know! But sometimes, the things you girls do are just so awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwfully sweet. And planning outings is so fucking stressful cos' there's always one (AT LEAST ONE ARH!) will choose to go MIA or do some funny funny thing that gets on my nerves. The guilty ones *HINTS* should know hor! But still, I love having this big big big clique thing. It spells GIRL POWER to me. And just imagine few years down the roads, just one marriage and 9 bridesmaids. EFFING COOL RIGHT?!! So girls, I'm just taking this opportunity to say that this clique I hope, will still stay the way it is years down the road. We've gone through so much afterall!! Oh and not to reprimand you all, but well, I think to maintain a good friendship, efforts play a major role in everything. Yes, EVERYTHING. I know you girls will read this, so please take this into mind that I really love for everyone to put in some efforts in maintaining this clique, which applies to all outings and any other things associated to this whole girls thing OKAY?! LOVES. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx xxx xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into poly wasn't really what I expected myself to be doing a couple of years back. But now, I'm happily nearing the graduation date when I'll get my diploma cert and then decide on where to proceed on next (not studying again for sure!). I've got to know many people - best friends, good friends, hi-bye friends and acquaintances (the type you see and smile and that's all). Out of these 3 years, my favourite class is probably the one I'm in now. As in, I find everyone inside this class to be really nice and funny and the list of adjectives goes a long list down. Positive ones that is. Also, the tutors this semester are more or less more engaging than the ones I used to have in other classes. My groupmates for this semester are also a happening lot, and its really fun being around them. They like to do stupid things, and we'll all end up doing the same things. They are very violent and they cat fight, but I don't join them for that though. Haha! Anyway, enough of all these, this section is supposedly for the two dearest best friends and also three other girls whom I know I never regretted knowing and grouping with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think my dearest retards gave me this because I was unhappy over something which I cannot remember why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2574.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I call them retards, because they write stupid things on envelopes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2573.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... put three different return addresses at the back of the envelopes (with one of them being MY address when its already addressed to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2575.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... their very funny writings which could just turn the frown upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2576-1.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this was from PC when I was down with chicken pox last year and had to stay home for that couple of weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2578-1.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think the reason why we are BFFs is very duh obvious. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PEI CHING.&lt;/b&gt; I never ever had a friend as retarded as you. But I know at times (ONLY), I'm as retarded too. Its probably the retardedness we both have that made us best friends. I remember how last time back in TCA, when some people saw both of us attending class together and start niao-ing why both of us are so lucky to end up in the same class again. I think its really cool to be in the same class as someone for almost the full 3 years when there are like 13 classes across the entire cohort and suay suay or lucky lucky, we both end up the same class. Haha! At this point of time, I'm guessing you're going to tag on my board beginning with "retard" or "biatch" again. Haha. PROVE ME WRONG. (: Anyway, I don't know if I ever told you this before but I like it best when we start bitching off. Although we're no longer in the same class, and neither will we be in the next semester since we aren't working for the same internship company, we will still keep up with stories on each other right?!!!!!!!! Thank you for always accompanying me to places I've got a sudden rave to go, thank you for always being there when needed, thank you for always bitching with me in school or at the bus stops and forgetting to look before we speak. Thank you for being my BFF too. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEILIN.&lt;/b&gt; I think I should start off with enrolling you in my primary school cos' apparently your English not very good right? (: Haha! You enrolled in anne's Hokkien school, so now its time to brush up on your rusty English! :D Anyway, I like the times we used to lunch together, crap together and do stupid things together! But we haven't been doing so for very long! The last time was when we dine at Techno, which was 34567890918765124563 days ago. Okay, I lied. Not so long ago actually, but we really really haven't been doing much things together, neither have we been going out together. ): But but but I want to let you know that I'm grateful for having a friend like you. While you're always the one with the best temper, it always highlight my hot temper, which is not very good yo! Haha, and thank you so much for being so crazy and doing retarded things to cheer me up when I'm down, to peace me down when I'm angry and many many other things. I know we may have drifted a little apart, but we will all play a part in keeping this triangle friendship sticking close like ever okay! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JANICE, RACHEL, SHUJUN.&lt;/b&gt; I don't know if you girls will chance upon this post though. But still, the semester at TCA wouldn't be so enjoyable without you girls! It's a joy knowing you girls, working with you all and doing the many many things we did! I remember VERY DEEPLY the time when we ate at Koufu in Sentosa and then it poured so heavily we ended up drenched from head to toe just because we decided to sit under that useless big umbrella table! And then there is also the time we sat on the tram and then we got lost cos' it turned here and there and eventually, we had to get off at the original spot and walk! Haha! We haven't been staying in contact alot this semester, but we will arrange for more chances next time okay!!! Top Table lunch this thursday and I'm so looking forward to it! LOVES! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx xxx xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's all for the night. I still need to unpack the box of bags which the postman just delivered to my place. It is so tiring handling online sprees, but once I started, its hard to stop. Blame it on the mum who gives me the credit cards. ): Tireddddddddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7009357074727308943?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7009357074727308943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-its-just-not-meant-to-be-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7009357074727308943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7009357074727308943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-its-just-not-meant-to-be-like.html' title='maybe its just not meant to be like this'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-437350905977174796</id><published>2009-07-23T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:13:20.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the feisty princess</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many of you should have heard of the story regarding Charmaine, the 4-year-old girl who has been diagnosed with neuroblastoma and is currently in the 4th stage already. However, this little powerpuff is still fighting strong and has my deepest admiration for her totally! To note this, I'll like to appeal to everyone to do a part for her even by a meagre sum of donation! More details can be found on &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/forcharmaine/"&gt;http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/forcharmaine&lt;/a&gt;! So, PLAY YOUR PART TODAY! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have been slacking like never before these couple of days. No more APEL classes on Wednesday so school's left with only Mondays and Tuesdays! I love my timetable mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ION Orchard officially opened on the 21st three days ago and I was there! The Cartier show was effing grand and glamourous while the entire inner and outer designs of ION was so gorgeous I swear. But, its super maze-y in there and I got so lost! Even with the directory on hands, it deemed useless to a directions-idiot. And then, some sales personnel were so irritating that I couldn't wait to leave the moment I entered. I really detest it when they start sticking to my ass and start chattering non-stop on the products when I just wanna concentrate on browsing through the specs. or designs. &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to st nicks on Wednesday with the girls! Only managed to chat with Ms Quek for a couple of minutes cos' she was rushing off for invigilation. :( But but but, we ate the ever-so-famous orange bowl, mushroom cheese toast and a couple of other foods we used to eat 3-4 years ago. After that, down to kbox at the Big Mac Centre! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once a SN girl, always a SN girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww248/cloverinesale/DSCF2494.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww248/cloverinesale/DSCF2495.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww248/cloverinesale/DSCF2497.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mahjong day today! :D While mao was busy with baking in the kitchen with farni, we were happily enjoying a movie and mahjong in the KTV room. And I forgot to chill my bacardi in her house so I couldnt drink it then. But still, I'm drinking it now while blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww248/cloverinesale/DSCF2508.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my favouriteeeeeeeeeeeeeee PEACH! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww248/cloverinesale/DSCF2518.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to unpack the four boxes of F21 items cum TRY to pack my table. :D I've been spending alot I know, but if anyone knows of anywhere that sells pretty pink leather cases for iPod touch G2, let me know! Thank you lovelies! ♥&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/4573948997722726576-437350905977174796?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/437350905977174796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/feisty-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/437350905977174796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/437350905977174796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/feisty-princess.html' title='the feisty princess'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6683584796551650225</id><published>2009-07-19T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:44:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of uncertainties</title><content type='html'>Today was a peaceful day.&lt;br /&gt;Too peaceful that I'm feeling uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;Very very uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path ahead seems really vague.&lt;br /&gt;So vague that I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-6683584796551650225?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6683584796551650225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-uncertainties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6683584796551650225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6683584796551650225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-uncertainties.html' title='a day of uncertainties'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2641416287064238792</id><published>2009-07-19T00:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:14:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I almost wore my pink bedroom slippers to school.&lt;br /&gt;Muddle-headed me stepped out of my doorstep only to realise I was still in my furry pink slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I promised to blog the other day. But I totally forgot about it cos' of all the gaga over my projects. And overdue photos are piling up. I've been so busy that I've missed out many things like paying my soon-to-be-overdue bills, packing my messy-again wardrobe and table and consolidating orders for the more-than-10 sprees I'm currently holding on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Maybe I should appeal for 48 hours per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Just finished packing one full box of parcels. More to be packed tomorrow night. Presentation(S) on Monday and I have not prepared a single bit. Maybe I should start on my script after blogging since I can't sleep early tonight (awwwww.. cos' I just had supper - Punggol Nasi Lemak YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;I have been spending alot recently. Like totally. Although I think the things I bought are awesome, it is frightening to see myself spending so much when I don't have much income crediting into my bank account. There is always an overwhelming response from the debits side, but never from the credits side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Maybe its time to look for a sugar daddy! Haha! I can't remember who, but someone did ask me before if I had a sugar daddy. Hmmmmm.... Do I even look like that type? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Oh and I'm excitedly awaiting my 4 boxes of F21 items to come in anytime early next week! The deliverymen seems to be skiving these couple of days. ): Hello people! Get up on your feet and work doubly hard in these times of recession sitting in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Btw, I got real fucked up with some shitty spreer by the name of Judy. She wanted to order from a spree I had and I told her to make payment and send in her orders in the correct format. Then today she sent in the order form with a jumbled up format that wasn't what I gave. So I told her to send in another form and this time round, to strictly adhere to the given format. And then she replied this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"i dont see any order form &amp;amp;  think the info provided in the email is clear too right? i hv already made payment to u.. but if u insist to be so rigid then perhaps u can cancel my order &amp;amp; refund $ to my posb savings xxxxxxxxx &lt;/span&gt;(omitted due to privacy and I don't think its nice revealing her particulars here)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;. thks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Segoe UI';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;She's like fucking KNN can! Total bitch spreer and one of the worst I've met. RIGID? Hello??! I already stated clearly that orders have to be STRICTLY in the given format. You fucking don't understand English huh! This is simple English that even a kindergarten kid knows how to read. SO what if I'm stubborn and insist you send in the correct format? Why can everyone do it except for you? Retarded or what? CB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;This bitch totally spoiled my mood for the day. And this made me remembered another frustrating yet funny event that happened to me during work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Last weekend as mentioned, I got called to work at Vivo again. But this time round I'm supposed to work with two new guy colleagues Brayden and Yang. And so on my first day of work, I met Yang and Jacob (another guy from the sharing booth) and we started chatting and so. Then Yang started blabbering on about his wonderfulness and how confident he is in wooing every girl he lands his eyes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Yada yada. He's a total non-typical 28-year-old UNCLE who totally look 40 can! The climax was when he said to me that if he doesn't have a wife now and he starts to woo me, he will take only 3 days and the 4th day I'll end up on his bed. WTF. GROSS. Is the only word I can say. I know guys who talks about sex openly. But definitely not a guy who will tell a girl straight that he will take dot number of days to get her on his bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Okay, I'm getting goosebumps from recalling the work experience with him. But nonetheless, he's FIRED from my company already! Hahahahahaha! :D Long story and I'm lazy to elaborate so yessssssssssssssss, photos next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;I mentioned I have been spending alot. And I've been shopping shoes alot too. :/ Anyone wants to fund meeeeeeeeeeee? :D Still 2 more pairs arriving soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2487-1.jpg" width="450PX&amp;quot;" border="1PX" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty pretty pouch which came in today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2489-1.jpg" width="450PX&amp;quot;" border="1PX" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've been so obsessed with playing these games on my touch these couple of days. DAMN FUN I swear! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2490-1.jpg" width="450PX&amp;quot;" border="1PX" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2491-1.jpg" width="450PX&amp;quot;" border="1PX" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl's Night Out @ Mad Jack for VIVIAN's birthday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2453-1.jpg" width="450PX&amp;quot;" border="1PX" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2454-1.jpg" width="450PX&amp;quot;" border="1PX" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprise celebration for the birthday girl and boy last week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last day for APEL lessons too and awwwww... I think I'm missing lessons with Gevin Png already. He's my favourite tutor and is probably one of the few around in TP that is worth respecting cos' some others are simply GRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/3H08-1.jpg" width="450PX&amp;quot;" border="1PX" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Left my cam in my friend's car so I don't have other photos. :( Blog again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2641416287064238792?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2641416287064238792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2641416287064238792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2641416287064238792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishing.html' title='wishing'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7608102724948857873</id><published>2009-07-13T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:08:35.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I'm fucking dead tired now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Updates tomorrow! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(weeeeeee~ I'm excited at having time to blog again tomorrow!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But presentation for gaming tomorrow. Eh no, TODAY (its past midnight already).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't done my script yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so freaking dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my itouch hasn't finish syncing yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7608102724948857873?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7608102724948857873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-im-fucking-dead-tired-now_8013.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7608102724948857873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7608102724948857873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-im-fucking-dead-tired-now_8013.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1341509944177181863</id><published>2009-07-07T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:11:26.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the path in front seems vague and dark</title><content type='html'>My eyes are super tired now. :( But nonetheless, here's something interesting for all.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T05gMWmlAEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T05gMWmlAEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Listen to the song carefully. Best listened with your earphones plugged in! Take note of the part at 2:21. Can you hear something at the background? :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadah! If you're deaf, toooooooo bad. Haha, but its darn obvious so you should have caught it. Nonetheless, for the benefit of those deaf ones, you can actually hear the voice of a little girl calling "GE-GE" which means 'brother' in chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucking cool right! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, so that's it for today. Enjoy listening to this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1341509944177181863?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1341509944177181863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/path-in-front-seems-vague-and-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1341509944177181863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1341509944177181863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/path-in-front-seems-vague-and-dark.html' title='the path in front seems vague and dark'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5294039263176762441</id><published>2009-07-06T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:17:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm loving my MUJI marshmallows. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another full day of school today straight from 9 to 5. In 2 months time, it will be full day work for me at Ultrex. Gosh, internship is just weeks away now and in an eye's wink, it'll be just days away. Damn, I've been looking so forward to it ever since the semester started. But now, I'm having worries on the day 090909 coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know being paranoid doesn't make things any better. But perhaps this semester could pull a little longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are on track, I think. Haha, I'm in an absolute no-stress period while seeing other groups slog for the projects. Its the first time I think. The first time I ever felt no stress during the period nearing project deadlines. I think its the group. Haha, we have had experience starting and completing one project within 3 days. I seriously think we rock. Righttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack a little, I was just emptying the receipts from my wallet when I realised my OCBC card bill hasn't came in yet. Not that I'm eager to see my stack of bills coming in, but just that if I don't pay my bills on time I'm gonna be paying a whole list of late payment charges, interest rates etc. The downside of having cards, not good. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just paid for another spree of $600+ through Paypal and I think my card is soon going to maxed out. I should stop holding sprees now. But, I'm really addicted to shopping and it has become a daily routine for me already. Damn, maybe I need to fix an appointment with the psychiatrist soon. VERY SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC02040.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much Ms Teo Yoke Theng. :D Haha, she hit me with her fingers only okay. So people don't try her when she talks about her talent cos' she really hits till hell painful okayyyy! I tried it, so don't be a retard like me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights! Gotta refocus on gaming project now! I was just told this weekend I need to work at Vivo again. :/ It may means more financing for me but also less leisure time. But at least it stops me from shopping too much. And I may get my new phone this weekend at Vivo too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running off now lovelies! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-5294039263176762441?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5294039263176762441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5294039263176762441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5294039263176762441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/forgotten.html' title='forgotten'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2732734461349771718</id><published>2009-07-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:51:22.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piece them back all over again</title><content type='html'>Okayyyy. I'm so tired now after travelling to and from Jurong Point. Its a huge shopping centre but its not very ideal when you know you have school tomorrow morning at 9am. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazy to elaborate so a couple of photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Shopaholics in action yesterday! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2365.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Lunch at Wong Kok Char Chan Teng! I'm missing the fried rice already!! Yummmmmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2350.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PC ordered this honey pork rice or something, tastes nice but looks wise, you decide. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2351.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And my footwear for the day! Bought them at C&amp;amp;K for 40 bucks only! OMFG! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2373.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;... and yes, the artistically spillage of my newly bought pink nail polish. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2369.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And its VIVIAN LIM'S BIRTHDAY now. But this dumb girl decides to visit Indonesia for some camp and now she prolly just touched down at the airport. And she is going to be quarantined at home on her birthday. How sad can that be laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! But still, enjoy your special day............ at home! Inform me once your quarantine period over okay? And zhar bor, you still owe me your wishlist A-HEM. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: calibri; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; "&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/4573948997722726576-2732734461349771718?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2732734461349771718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/piece-them-back-all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2732734461349771718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2732734461349771718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/piece-them-back-all-over-again.html' title='piece them back all over again'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5553147750249201951</id><published>2009-07-04T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:59:23.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Loving you the sound of burning cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Falling ashes on my lonely back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I told you I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Let me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song have been replaying itself ever since I heard it for the first time yesterday. Yes, its my favourite song now. Anyway, if you're interested to listen to this song, click on this url: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/360641ht.htm"&gt;http://www.haoting.com/htmusic/360641ht.htm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am lazy tonight so I won't be blogging much. I haven't started on gaming project yet. Freak shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I just spilled my new bottle of pink nail polish. Drats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goooooood night lovelies! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-5553147750249201951?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5553147750249201951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5553147750249201951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5553147750249201951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/please.html' title='please'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1945008327099866983</id><published>2009-07-03T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:13:25.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Another project down, two more to go! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went down to the office to collect the cheques then chatted a little with auntie cat. She's such a nice lady! :) One of the best employers around nowadays lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, then to school for compiling of lodging project and submission! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was an equally happy day today though I still can't find the reason for my spirited mood till now. Haha. Its 11pm now cos' I just dozed off and now I cannot remember what I wanted to blog about, damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2323.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took this photo a couple of days before and I like it cos' it depicts the sky just before a big downpour came down. There is this darkness engulfing the entire picture not just because the sky is grey. It probably reflected my mood previously, but for now, I know my sky ain't just the monotonous color it was as previous. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I received an interesting call this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Person: Hi, This is IKEA calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Huh? Err.. Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Person: I'm delivering the bed to your place now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Huh? Bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Person: Yes, I'm now sending it over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Errr... (laughs out while everyone else in the room starts staring at me) Haha, I don't think I bought any bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Person: Huh? But your number.. So I called the wrong number la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Err.. Duh. I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Person: Oh.. (then he CUP my phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;KNN. He CUP my phone. I was nice enough to entertain him already, the least he could do is to apologise for cutting into my time. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I'm feeling pigggggggggggggggggged again so I think I need to sleep. This post is a tad senseless, but I can't think well now can! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goooooooooooooooood night babies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1945008327099866983?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1945008327099866983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-longer-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1945008327099866983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1945008327099866983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-longer-same.html' title='no longer the same'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5679661514712058005</id><published>2009-07-01T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:21:47.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it will never be the same again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling happy! For what reason I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up feeling happy so that was it for the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't have to go school tomorrow for meetings. YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lazy to have to travel to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far is the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My groupmates are damn funny today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Yuying and her betting acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Jasmine and her 'baby' who hangs on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Calista and her verrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyy LONG ___.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sharon is the only normal person with me I think. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm recovering fast from the bout of flu recently btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to those who have been wishing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I'm getting an iPod Touch so I will have another blinging job on hand soon! :D I ran out of rhinestones though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard stories today. Amazing I shall say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; clubs weekly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;'s probably a hard core clubber and you can never find out unless you see proof. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;'s the kind whom you place beside me and everyone screams bitch at me while calling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; a goody-two-shoes. The world is so ridiculous at times. Wonderfully ironic. It just means DO NOT JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; aces in almost everything she does. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;B &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;is the typical kind of person whom you will see as smartiepants. But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt; also likes to boast of her brains by asking questions to emphasize on that. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;'s questions irritates me so much I feel like taping &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;'s mouth whenever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;B &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;talks. Act smart. But please be smart too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;is the next Paris Hilton-alike, with probably a tad of the looks factor missing. (Okay, I'm feeling damn bitchy now but at least I did not reveal the names okayyy!) But when it comes to bitchiness ranking, I swear I never can surpass her, neither do I want to though. And I don't run to my daddy and cry in his arms when some minor incidents happen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, with all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;'s, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;'s and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;'s, I bet you're feeling confused. Never mind, stay that way then. Haha. I won't try to find time explaining either. :D I'm just amazed with what I felt, heard and learned today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeaaa, Joanna is a bitchy girl today. Thumbs up for that, haha! Mask routine up next, gotta run off now! Will blog again soon! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0517.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I know I'm sinking deeper just so because I cannot find back myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;It's a tedious process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; "&gt;I hate this.&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/4573948997722726576-5679661514712058005?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5679661514712058005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-will-never-be-same-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5679661514712058005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5679661514712058005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-will-never-be-same-again.html' title='it will never be the same again'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-301124930476953530</id><published>2009-06-28T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:17:22.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a bull see red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;X_X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I deleted this post away cos' there's too much vulgarities being spewed out. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moreover, I'm not angry anymore so yes, let it past!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-301124930476953530?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/301124930476953530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-bull-see-red_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/301124930476953530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/301124930476953530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-bull-see-red_28.html' title='like a bull see red'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6570912662659079777</id><published>2009-06-27T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:01:11.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragments of him</title><content type='html'>Firstly, a big thank you to all who sent their well wishes! I'm feeling so much better than the sickly lie-on-the-bed-cannot-get-up state I was in yesterday evening. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of updates. As mentioned previously, I was asked to work the previous week for 5 days at the Vivo Tangs Atrium Sale. But this time round, I was working with MAINE! :) Her first ever work experience was spent with me lolsss! :D Even though the 5 days were rather boring and monotonous, it was nice having lovely colleagues and nice co-workers from other sections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/ADSCF2249.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Maine's 6th day at work! Had school so couldn't work with her but I visited her with dinner! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2269.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Our colleague REX (below pic) and the co-workers from the men shoes department ADAM and UNCLE (haha, I dunno his name okay, I called him uncle throughout).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh and UNCLE is damn nice can! He bought chocolates for both of us. So sweeeeetttttttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;There's also the watch section guys of which two were graduates from TP too. These are the nicer people I met at work. There were also weirdoes working in other departments too haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/work.jpg" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The VIVO DRUMMER BOYS. I swear they're hilarious lols! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2256.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backtrack a little to NANA's birthday celebration at Nihon Mura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I never ever will try lighting 19 candles at one go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/4801_96331003670_747318670_2146879_.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/4801_96329013670_747318670_2146847_.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/ADSCF2229.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/4801_96336113670_747318670_2147079_.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;girlfriends are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/4801_96333558670_747318670_2147031_.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;its not a full picture, but we know we are always one big one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/4979_101489175772_702820772_2528058.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ZHEN, MAINE, MAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2232.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last thursday, no classes, no projects sooooooooooo it was bitching day out with PEICHING! :) We first had lunch at Sugarloaf and then trained down to Orchard for shoppingggggg! Awww.. We haven done that together for super long, I can't even remember the last time we towned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2313.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;As she fiddled with my cam she took this while I was touching up. Then she commented it looked like some artiste in the studio room. She's so sweet for that moment, haha and I seldom hear these from her can! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2306.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;My hair is so frigging black. I need to go blonde horrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2308.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh and this freaking ang moh. I'm not in the least interested in this almost-balding ang moh okay. I took this because he snapped a picture of us without our permission and I felt offended. He kept on staring at us the moment we got on the train and throughout the ride, his eyes darted about us. Then we didn't realise he was taking photos of us until we heard a loud click of his camera phone. KNN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I don't fucking give a damn to who you are but please thank me for giving you fame on being a MRT lecher who takes photos like a psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2296.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I should have gone up to him, snatch his phone and deleted the photos away. But WTF was I thinking then? I did not do it. KNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2297.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;But here's three photos of his front, side and back profiles. Ladies, REMEMBER him okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2298.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And a final camwhore pic taken weeks ago and I like my hair here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2261.jpg" border="1px" width="450px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for reading my post and I gotta run off and take my medicine now! Till then! :D&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/4573948997722726576-6570912662659079777?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6570912662659079777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/fragments-of-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6570912662659079777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6570912662659079777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/fragments-of-him.html' title='fragments of him'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6516719875573553944</id><published>2009-06-26T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:02:18.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Okay, I officially declare I have all symptoms for the H1N1 virus, all so except for the high fever (my temperature keeps running on and off). :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You probably wonder why the hell can I blog when I'm sick. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I'm asking myself this crucial question too. What to do leh? I know I'm sick and really unwell but I also KNOW that I have project tasks on hand left undone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They really should demolish the system of projects. It sucks. Really. Thoroughly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, my mum just forced spoonfuls of the black thick sticky medicine (called "Pi Pa Gao" or something) down my throat. And it was so gross, I teared. And my brother stood there laughing at his 19-year-old sister crying over drinking medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Retarded. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm prolly going to the doc tomorrow morning if I don't feel better. Yeah, play my part for being socially responsible uh-huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TP hasn't had a single case of an infected student. But I'm worried I may just be the first. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a really demoralising post. Forgive me for these words please. I can't be feeling any much happier with my current state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-6516719875573553944?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6516719875573553944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-i-officially-declare-i-have-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6516719875573553944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6516719875573553944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-i-officially-declare-i-have-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7110611321202814049</id><published>2009-06-24T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:01:46.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back and alive</title><content type='html'>I realised I've left my blog stagnant for close to two weeks. OMG. I'm not missing, just a tad too busy to remember and blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, many things have been happening around me lately. My emotions took on a roller coaster ride and I'm drained out by them. And just a couple of seconds ago, I got really angry with my sister over an issue not worth mentioning since it just boils me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadn't been feeling very well for the past couple of days as well. Maybe I had too much contact with tourists during the 5 days of work at Vivo. -crosses fingers- But then on the other hand, I do wish for school to temporarily close down so at least I get a couple more days off for projects and personal activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work for the last week was damn boring though. Met some very nice people there but still, boring spells the five days out. There were also weird people there too, and maine and I spent some time on discussing on how weird this guy selling the luggage was, and how some cashiers were fucking annoying and how this super 'niang' guy was shaking his ass about. Hahaha, I'm damn bad I know but I don't give a damn. Call me a bitch yaaaaaaaaa, I hear them alot recently lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School term just started this week and I can't wait for it to end in 2 months time. My classmates and tutors are 'amazed' with my pink fluffy pen but I still think it is gorgeous. I know this is random, but they started calling it 'maomao' since Dr. Lee made a joke out of it and I think he likes my pen too lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I think I'm running a fever again. Shucks. Something's pounding inside my head too. WTF. Maybe I should start gulping down bottles of water to cleanse the germs inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I think I should start on my project stuffs again. No photos for today cos' I'm lazy to upload them onto my notebook as everything's inside my netbook. I promise a post with photos soonnn! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then lovelies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7110611321202814049?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7110611321202814049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-and-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7110611321202814049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7110611321202814049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-and-alive.html' title='back and alive'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6332638652638576962</id><published>2009-06-13T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:27:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still memories</title><content type='html'>Gosh. I'm so fucking pissed off after reading a mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, projects are making my life a hell lot unlikable. My schedules are filled with project meetings and deadlines. And my individual assignment, it is going to be so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just joined Twitter anyway. Say I'm a loser yada yada, but I still do not know what the hell it is all about. Who cares about updates, ain't Facebook much fun-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this pink bimbotic furry pen from Etude House yesterday. I think it spells gorgeous but will be even better with some diamantes on it. Maybe I should be planning my next trip down to Chinatown or Little India to get my blings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get the ZA Pore Smoother but it seems to be OOS like everywhere I go. :( Someone please gimme a call if you see it okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of random rantings. Will be coming up with another post soon for another Nuffnang contest cos' it sounds so interesting! :) But I will have to squeeze time out to do that though. Maybe I shall do it in the wee hours after work some time next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Its all about being cm apart and sharing a cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-6332638652638576962?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6332638652638576962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6332638652638576962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6332638652638576962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-memories.html' title='still memories'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6817006417222003317</id><published>2009-06-10T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:40:23.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tears defined you</title><content type='html'>Okay, just a couple of photos today. Am plain lazy to blog and my headache is getting worse since the morning.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2209.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WEI's birthday celebration @ settlers' cafe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/000b552y.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2086.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WEI's surprise at her workplace! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2147.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRANNY's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lazy to photoshop the photo with me inside and I look like shit. So here's one with my granny and my aunts and uncle! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2199.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my loveliest cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2198.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2202.jpg" width="450px" border="1px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, if you haven voted for me today for the canon contest, scroll up to the link, click on it and go vote now PLEASE. Thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Btw, maine drove me home today after meeting my colleagues! YAY to her driving can! :D Haha. Effing random I know. But then, you will only understand the excitement when you know that two years ago, we were still pinafored girls. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will blog again very soon! Have got work on the 17th to 21st June, and prolly till 30th June too. And projects are bombarding my every calendar day. :( There goes my holidays..&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/4573948997722726576-6817006417222003317?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6817006417222003317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/tears-defined-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6817006417222003317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6817006417222003317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/tears-defined-you.html' title='the tears defined you'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5562988372639485689</id><published>2009-06-06T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:00:39.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to lug 9 bags to Clark Quay tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;+ the presents and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NINE HUGE BAGS OKAY. KNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4573948997722726576-5562988372639485689?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5562988372639485689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5562988372639485689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5562988372639485689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-9115202658723476427</id><published>2009-06-04T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:27:43.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be the princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent a couple of hours today at a student care centre.&lt;br /&gt;Visited WEI at work and experienced her job as a student care teacher.&lt;br /&gt;And I learned something.&lt;br /&gt;That is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids are just so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT ADORABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4573948997722726576-9115202658723476427?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9115202658723476427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9115202658723476427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9115202658723476427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-princess.html' title='I&apos;ll be the princess'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-3830759269033492760</id><published>2009-06-03T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:41:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe its not meant to cross my path</title><content type='html'>Ahhh YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie and mao came to visit me during work at the gaming event on the first day. Just as I was feeling thirsty (I refused to repeatedly drink the H20 that was provided at the show), they turned up with ice milo. Hahahaha! :D Thanks darlings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(bestie requested for this to be up okay. (:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole night yesterday packing up my room. Or to be exact, my table. My really really messy table which makes the search for my eyelash glue a chore every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I'm borned with the talent to mess things up physically. While there are some who are born to be organised and neat, I just have to be the opposite one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how many times have I said I packed my desk and within a couple of days, it reverts back to its old self. Maybe I should get myself a new table and WARDROBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes! My wardrobe is in a state that not even a tsunami can create. But I'm just plain lazy to go pack it can! My lingerie is hidden beneath heaps of clothes so everytime I bathe, I've got to dig and dig. Everything's in a great ball of mess. Snowball effect I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I dropped by the UOB branch to furnish my documents for an account opening and then went down to the office to collect my pay. Afterwhich, lunched with PC and watched Night At The Museum 2. Nice movie I like! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hopped down to J8 which I haven been to for ages and mind you, the changes there are like W-O-W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I didn't choose to go there, I wouldn't be dragged by her to play games like the ones below. She's a real big kid I swear. I got so irritated with some of the kids there can! If their parents weren't around, I tell you I will go slap them! Fucking annoying kids nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/games.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Pin Si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2017.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon and Yuying borrowed some books for the F&amp;amp;B project and I was browsing through some of them today. Then I came across this really awesome book with recipes on creating the desserts below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/desserts.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn chio cannnnnnnnnnnnnnn the pictures! I'm a baking-idiot. So I doubt these will turn out nice under my nifty hands. But still, I hope I can succeed in any one of these in future. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I'm participating in the Canon contest (if you actually didn't know even though I posted it up there right above all posts). Go vote for me now if you haven okay! Grand prize is a camera with diamonds leh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a slight pimple breakout on my forehead now. Its time to go for a facial appointment I think. Haiya, I'm getting seriously older as days passed. Should be brushing up on my skincare regime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to have more calcium intake. I'm either injuring my shoulders or spraining my ankles lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me I should NOT go for the hair extensions. BUT should I go blonde??! :( Yes and I know I just paid off my $4000 card bill, BUT people stop reminding me about it hor! Its not all my spending only lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I end off, I'm super envious of the photos below. I got them from a email that Vincent sent me. They're fucking chio can! And the best thing is, they're participants of Miss Tiffany 2009. In case you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, its a beauty contest for transvestites in Thailand. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image003.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image004.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image008.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image013.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image015.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image017.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image023.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image024.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image025.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/image028.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I know I lose out standing beside them. But still, they're pretty I admit. :) Fuck la, I'm soooooo jealous of them. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-3830759269033492760?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3830759269033492760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-its-not-meant-to-cross-my-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/3830759269033492760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/3830759269033492760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe-its-not-meant-to-cross-my-path.html' title='maybe its not meant to cross my path'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6775866700703471136</id><published>2009-06-02T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:32:36.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the dream pull through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking stressed now. (tight slap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake up from everything. RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but my dreams are pulling me away from reality.&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/4573948997722726576-6775866700703471136?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6775866700703471136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-dream-pull-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6775866700703471136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6775866700703471136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-dream-pull-through.html' title='let the dream pull through'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6747195081135376153</id><published>2009-05-31T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:20:49.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the reason is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Currently listening: Taylor Swift - Teardrops on my Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week flew past like wind and its once again Sunday. Kelvin was saying that since there are Monday blues, Sunday is probably slightly bluish too. Okay, I know its super random but it made me laugh in the morning. Thanks to all who sent me wishes. I'm feeling so much better, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugged with all the tests and assignment deadlines this week, three weeks of holidays ahead - YAYNESS TO MAX. But still projects deadlines are killers. :/ Fatigue overwhelms when the word "projects" pop up. Yada yada, its just a couple more months to endure. I've pulled through two years, months are nothing. Yaaaaaa, psychotherapy in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deliberating whether or not to participate in the fashion sense blogging contest. Do I even have the time to do that? I ask myself this question, then brush it off by returning to my usual routine of Texas Hold'em. Yea, I'm super addicted to this game on facebook! I can meet "interesting" people and see absurd hook-up lines or conversations between the players at the table. Its an awesome method to relieve stress, really. But just don't get too carried away, you'll end up forgoing your to-do lists. And before you realise, the sun is shining its light again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was spent working in Suntec for some gaming event. It was a rather monotonous job for the three days, super boring. But I got to know a couple of very nice people! :D Not much photos taken cos' last day was so hectic that we almost could not tear down in time. AND I INJURED MY SHOULDER THEN TOO. :( Okay, but my shoulder isn't aching much now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2004.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0762.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0755.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0756.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay competition on the second day. I wanted to capture this super cool character but I couldn't find him on stage. I was too short anyway, so Adrian took this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0753.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, Maple Story auction.&lt;br /&gt;I love the mushroom mascot! But didn't get to pose with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0768.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner last night at Xin Wang HK Cafe in Marina Square was absolutely disappointing! Effing frustrated with the service crew but I'm lazy to elaborate on details. &gt;_&lt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0068.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0846.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2001.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei's real absurd bottle, haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0834.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of backdated photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0788.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute exhibit at Plaza Sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0824.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for astons againnnnnnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0814.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of going blonde with hair extensions, SHOULD I?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0748.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I received this message in facebook recently. A hilarious story or a ridiculous hook-up line. Haha! :D He makes a good author, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/fbprint.png" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly I'm going to end off with my favourite snack recently - MUJI STRAWBERRY MARSHMALLOWS! :D I swear they're awesome okay! They're running OOS fast in all outlets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF2003.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then lovelies! :D Tell me if I should start on the blogging contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-6747195081135376153?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6747195081135376153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-reason-is-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6747195081135376153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6747195081135376153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-reason-is-you.html' title='and the reason is you'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7586150452899262634</id><published>2009-05-27T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:54:15.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What beats the convenience of retail therapy at the comfort of your own homes?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tie A Cherry Knot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tieacherryknot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tieacherryknot.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u212/_angeliz/cherry-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the recent surge of blogshops opening, one can really never get enough of online shopping. But many of these shops get their stocks from the same-old-supplier and so, the entire competition just paces between price fights and not exclusivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The name of this blogshop distinctively appeals to me. I do not like eating cherries okay, just that I like the name. :) Opened by 3 young ladies who handpicked their stocks from overseas, possibility of seeing another exact piece on the streets is probably 0.0000001. They may not be totally familiar with the online retail world but these budding entrepreneurs are sure nice ladies to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magpie Finds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://magpie-finds.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://magpie-finds.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 99px; height: 127px;" alt="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/89164803/20056761" src="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/89164803/20056761" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about exclusivity again, handcrafted jewellery that spells classy and sophistication. Unique is the word I use. The wire crafts, the twists and turns, the end product of the designer's efforts.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me recall a couple of years back, when I started my own handcrafted jewellery shop. Customers coming back for more, giving positive feedback on how lovely the pieces were. Oh mannnnnn, I wish I had more time so I can spend them on crafting out intricate designs for those who love them as much as I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got so much to blog, so little time to finish whatever is left undone. Tests tomorrow and Friday, I have not even touched a single page. Customers' items still stacked in my room, un-parcelled. Table is a gory mess, no time for packing. Holidays next week, projects still pile up high on the waiting to-do list. Credit card bills of $4000, unpaid. Tickets won for the contest, uncollected. Two sprees opened, orders not consolidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship placement confirmed for an events company. Contract signed. I think this is the only thing I'm proud to announce that I've done well for the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;But my mind is still drifting on to somewhere it shouldn't be.&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/4573948997722726576-7586150452899262634?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7586150452899262634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7586150452899262634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7586150452899262634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-8935590451929090507</id><published>2009-05-25T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:40:05.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>probably the worst day of my life</title><content type='html'>Embarrassing moments. I cried on my way home today. Maybe not a bucketful of tears, but simply teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me today?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I broke my perfume bottle this morning. For the gazillion times I've dropped it, it stayed strong and sturdy. No cracks, nothing. I thought it was unbreakable glass or something. But then, it chose to break itself into pieces this morning. And there goes my almost new bottle. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in the afternoon, I dropped my netbook on the ground, prolly from a height of a metre or so. Although it was carpeted ground, the right shoulder cracked. :( Damnnnnnn. I dropped it accidentally the first time on concrete ground but nothing happened. Now its CARPETED ground and a crack surfaces. I got really upset over this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0776.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I knocked my head onto the study tables in the library. And Jasmine slapped my face with her notes. Okay, she didn't mean it but then, it still hurts okay. While mugging for the gaming test I had earlier on, the girls decided to joke-fight around and knocked into my already-injured left shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I bankrupted the group's $300 worth of chips during gaming tutorial today, just by playing Texas Hold'em. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how unlucky can I go further? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about my left shoulder, it was still perfectly alright yesterday during work. It was tear-down time when the PICO guys started rushing into the exhibition hall to clear the setups and etc when my dearest colleague decides to dismantle the shelve with all his might. Ta-dah, the fucking heavy shelf fell on my shoulder, and for a moment, I thought I dislocated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a red patch on my shoulder now, and I think its a tad swollen. It hurts when I try to move it a little so yea, I'm probably turning up for school in a cast tomorrow. (Nah, just joking. Image-conscious me will not allow this to happen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to summarise it all. I think I can write a thousand word essay titled "My Unlucky Day". I'm probably going to submit it to some primary school composition writing competition. I may just come out top prize uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, with my fingers crossed, that tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tormenting day for me. I do not even know if I'm feeling extremely down now or simply feeling unlucky. But one thing for sure, I'm finding it hard to put a smile back on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again this weekend if I'm feeling better on my past few days. My life is boring okay, so bear with me. Listen to my rantings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-8935590451929090507?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8935590451929090507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/probably-worst-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8935590451929090507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8935590451929090507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/probably-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='probably the worst day of my life'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-8094017774860188812</id><published>2009-05-19T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:34:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I want to do with my family!</title><content type='html'>Wheeeeee! I decided I shall take time off my busy workload to start on my first ever Nuffnang contest. This time round, the topic is on what I want to do with my family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly here's a short introduction to my family. I have my dearest father who busies himself with all the CCC voluntary work and so, I do not really see him usually (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not usually at home too lah!&lt;/span&gt;). And then there's my lovely ever-so-naggy mummy whom I know puts all her heart and soul into taking care of this whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIGGG&lt;/span&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister who's 21 this year spends her entire day outside working or partying and only comes back late at night (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she doesn't come home on weekends though and my mum says our home is like a hotel to her, sounds true uh-huh!&lt;/span&gt;). My younger sis, 17 this year, just entered Nanyang Polytechnic and she has an indescribable personality. Currently, progressing up the rebellious stage and driving my mum crazy on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have my two younger brothers and my adjectives for them goes a long list down - irritating, noisy, mischievous and so many many moreeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my grandma who stays with us too. She's a total Korean drama freak!! I swear she has close to 200 DIFFERENT KOREAN DRAMAS stashed inside her wardrobe or something. Then when the DVD players do not work out for her, she gets so pissed off and starts scolding the player. Yes, I think I have a funny family who talks to non-living things all the time. I do so too okay! I think it runs in the genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT I SIMPLY ADORE THIS FAMILY OF MINE. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can call this a typical traditional Chinese family. The dad earns the money, the mum slogs as a housewife, the kids are schooling and so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because every single one of us has our own committments, we RARELY have a full family outing. :( We do not even have dinner together can! (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sobbbsssssssss&lt;/span&gt;) Its only the once-in-a-year REUNION DINNER when we actually get to sit together and enjoy some private family moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the Chinese saying " 家家有本难念的经" because we meet with our own fair share of problems. Just like many families, we get plagued by siblings fights, misunderstandings, bullying (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;okay, I admit I do bully my siblings&lt;/span&gt;), financial problems and etc. But all these, we tide over as time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my whole total purpose in writing this blog entry is that if I do happen to get my hands on any of those tickets (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;preferably SINGAPORE FLYER!!&lt;/span&gt; *hints*), I would like to get my whole family together for once and enjoy those family moments I always wish we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I wanted to put a picture of my entire family up. But I realise I do not have a single shot of my full family. Gahhh. I don't care, I'll try to have one if we do go on a trip/outing together soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as much as I do not get to enjoy close family moments, I still love my family alot! I doubt my siblings read my blog so yes, hopefully the family will be bonded more closely than ever if we do get a chance to have a family day out together!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to skip back to my assignment. CONCENTRATE harder!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Start planning for your own Family Day Out on 30 May 2009! Visiy &lt;a href="http://www.nfc.sg"&gt;www.nfc.sg&lt;/a&gt;!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(92, 99, 102); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span class="EC_Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(92, 99, 102); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4573948997722726576-8094017774860188812?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8094017774860188812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-want-to-do-with-my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8094017774860188812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8094017774860188812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-want-to-do-with-my-family.html' title='The things I want to do with my family!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5067823595069952653</id><published>2009-05-18T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:11:31.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let everything else take flight</title><content type='html'>I've been bugged by many many things. And I'm hoping time can stop for a moment to allow me to pick myself up all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really tired. Really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got so fucking pissed off with some blogshops who tagged on my personal blog. Okay, I know my blog has been stagnant for a week. But still, can't you see the effing HUGE adverts board below?!! I emailed the person who came up with the auto-tagging system and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M WAITING FOR A SINCERE REPLY FROM &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; TO REMOVE MY LINK FROM THAT LIST OF YOURS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have been attending interviews for the past couple of days. First was the events company, then Fish &amp;amp; Co and Underwater World. Hopefully I land myself a placement very soon. Competition for placements is really hot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked onto Texas Hold'em on facebook. Horrible game which gets me so addicted I digressed from my assignments. Damnnnnnnnnnn. But sometimes I come across interesting people there. Shall blog more on this next week after all my tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's super boring. It makes me feel sick whenever I have lessons. :( Ponning has never been so easy to me as it seems before. I can give you a million of excuses to not go for class. I'm blabbering non-stop and not talking sense now as you can see. I really don't know what's the fucking problem with me. Pardon my vulgarities, I seldom spurt them nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my $3400 credit card bill just came in. Can everyone who owes me money please HURRY YOUR ASSES to transfer me back? I'm going to charge you interest like the bank okay! The bank charges 28% per annum, I'll charge you 28% per week okay. Do not try me. I'm effing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm so boiled up with all sorts of emotions currently. A trip down to the psychiatrist may help. Or maybe retail therapy. Hah. There's work this weekend for some gaming event. Maybe working will calm me down. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Something interesting I took recently. This is a picture of the Statue of Liberty in New York (I think so?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Credits to Yahoo! Images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/statueliberty.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the Statue of Liberty in Haw Par Villa.&lt;br /&gt;I think its the Asian-faced version. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0673.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and this. Go depict it yourself. Get your brains working to decipher the meaning behind. Also featured in Haw Par. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0684.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, I really don't know why I'm blogging this. I'm too bored. And lazy to continue on my assignments. &lt;/span&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;To all my dearest customers/spreers. I haven't been feeling the best of my usual self lately and with busy workload piling up, I can't possibly reply all mails as quickly as usual. Please understand that and I'll try my very best to get back to every single one of you alrights? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-5067823595069952653?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5067823595069952653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-bugged-by-many-many-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5067823595069952653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5067823595069952653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-bugged-by-many-many-things.html' title='let everything else take flight'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-8885599586143687766</id><published>2009-05-12T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:11:51.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>futile thoughts</title><content type='html'>I really ought to be doing up my URA assignment. But the website has gazillions of links and I really don't know how to go about putting my answers down. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sent in my resume and cover letters to several companies on Sunday night. Just received an interview offer today! Yayness to max! But I'm getting super NERVOUS over this and thus explaining why I'm not starting on my assignment yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt super unwell today. I think I have too much cooped up inside me. And its forcing me to open up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog entries lately totally spells BORING. But I totally have no mood to blog proper entries. During the weekends, I may be posting a nuffnang contest post but on condition that I complete my 101 things on my list. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to assignment now. I really want to complete it by tonight, hopefully. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-8885599586143687766?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8885599586143687766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/futile-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8885599586143687766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8885599586143687766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/futile-thoughts.html' title='futile thoughts'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-786289921892418508</id><published>2009-05-08T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:07:48.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bringing trouble upon myself</title><content type='html'>I should just leave a column under my resume stating that I love to bring trouble to myself as a characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First obvious reason is the number of boxes stacked up in my room now. I'm trying my best to clear every single piece now. Damn. Fucked. Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a gazillion of things under my mental to-do list. I completed a couple of them. But that is, ONLY a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is.. Well, I'm still thinking of how to put it into words. I need time to think, no, time to forget. I guess it was all my fault to begin with. Just telling myself, let go and open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's always a couple of buggers out there whom I do not even want to associate myself with them. If it was just purely friendship, maybe yes. But then, not too far because I react fast enough to handle my friendships just as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm thinking too much maybe. Back to packing parcels and calculating breakdowns. Too much a slack time, I'll start digressing onto facebooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelashes came in today like FINALLY. But many thumbs down to the overall satisfaction cos' it wasn't what I really saw online. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0595.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I shall blog after I finish my individual assignment on casinoes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-786289921892418508?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/786289921892418508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/bringing-trouble-upon-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/786289921892418508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/786289921892418508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/bringing-trouble-upon-myself.html' title='bringing trouble upon myself'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4756938729029734972</id><published>2009-05-06T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:59:16.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get 'em off!!</title><content type='html'>Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I have gazillions of things cooped up inside me right at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at the top of my mental to-do list says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Pack the colossal mountain of bags and clothes into parcels for posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Finish up my research on Spanish 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Start working on my resume and cover letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Complete all individual assignments by next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Look through the notes for the upcoming class tests two weeks later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to the list in fact. But my brain tells me now that that's all I can cope for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to die from mismanagement of my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my plans for tomorrow. To go down to the office to collect the shirts for work. Then drop by the post office to post some items. And then home to lug the bags for bestie and mao, whom I'm meeting for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time round, I'm really really going to stop handling so many sprees again. I'm obviously giving myself more trouble. I promise here, that I will only open sprees IF I need to get something. If not, my daddy is so going to get bouts of heart attacks staring at the thousands of debits stated on the credit card statements every month.&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/4573948997722726576-4756938729029734972?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4756938729029734972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-em-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4756938729029734972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4756938729029734972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-em-off.html' title='get &apos;em off!!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-9105228446140619404</id><published>2009-05-05T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:46:55.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close your eyes and feel the melody</title><content type='html'>What's with all the temperature check stations in the campus? And the part on students having to bring their own thermometers and masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know precaution (or is it prevention?) is always better than cure. I absolutely have no qualms to this sentence. But I find it disturbing when I cannot enter the library just because I have no sticker on myself. WTH. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I sprained my ankle today but I cannot recall when and where and how. It just hurts when I walk at times. Ya, at times only. I think I'm getting older with all the calcium levels depleting. So, I bought HL milk when going home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Mr Zainal just had to remind me how obiang I looked in 23456765432 days ago during secondary school days. But he admitted I GREW PRETTIER. Like duhhhhhh. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School may not be as fun as I wanted it to be. But funny classmates add a tinge of humour to my day. Oh and gaming and F&amp;amp;B tutorials are my favourite tutorials now. Because the tutors are lovelyyy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my life is boring now. I've got loads of stuff to pack, loads of projects and assignments and loads to think through. 24 hours a day, not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know its hard. But sometimes, just pluck that courage up and go for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And you never know what you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-9105228446140619404?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9105228446140619404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/close-your-eyes-and-feel-melody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9105228446140619404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9105228446140619404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/close-your-eyes-and-feel-melody.html' title='close your eyes and feel the melody'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4631956577619640306</id><published>2009-05-01T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:18:08.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drifting thoughts</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I need to find a motivation to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I blog practically every day. But now, I'm finding it hard to even type blogger.com out. Maybe, I'm just pure lazy to update on my life. Hectic life that is. And I'm not liking any wee bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I waited for a bus for close to 2 hours. WTF. A freaking 2+ hours spent at the bus stop, waiting for a bus with seats. Initially, I thought the next bus would be empty and yada yada, so I continued waiting. I bet bus rides that night was on sale, every bus 27 that passes by the stop were filled to max. And so, the waiting dragged on till close to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my loveliest daddy decides to call me up to enquire my whereabouts and he volunteered to send us home! Yayness to max! I have such a nice daddy! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's 1st of May now. Labour Day. Daddy's birthday. But I haven't decide on how to celebrate today with the him. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and I met up with maine today. Had a nice little lunch and lotsa chitchatting, gossiping and updating on each other's miraculously disgusting school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHE FREAKING DRIVES TO SCHOOL NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Maine, if you're reading this, I'm still going to repeat myself. You drive to school and I think its fucking cool and awesome. You know I actually do not mind you coming down to Hougang to pick me up and sending me to Tampines for school. Then you can return to Ngee Ann again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said this afternoon, two plus years back, we were still mugging for O'levels! OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was bugged by this AIA guy today trying to sign me up on I-dunno-what-the-hell-it-is thing. I was just peacefully trying to make my way home when he decides he shall stop me in my tracks and tries to start his pitch with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious me. I obviously have the words 'UNDERAGED' carved on me already. Try me two years down the road, I may consider listening to you instead. OKAYYYYYY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so with that very abrupt and random ending, this post shall end here. I really cannot think of proper/relevant/interesting things to blog on anymore. So till then lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-4631956577619640306?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4631956577619640306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/drifting-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4631956577619640306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4631956577619640306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/drifting-thoughts.html' title='drifting thoughts'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-9011674329060882839</id><published>2009-04-28T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:17:11.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serendipity</title><content type='html'>Second day of tutorials in school. Still, I'm not yet used to the overwhelming crowd around the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final year in TP, my final semester in this Tampines campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss the Sentosa campus though. It's so much more peaceful than the hectic surroundings I'm seeing nowadays. Gahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first time I met my classmates for this semester. I practically see 3/4 of my class as strangers. Like OMG la, everyone like knew each other. Perhaps, I was the one and only who refused to just mingle around a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be friendly, or at least I think I was. But now, spending time to mingle with friends you do not know that well, its hard for me la. I'm totally like an obsessed lady who's only interested in her own life. Okay, I was just joking, I'm still very amiable okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, some big issue popped up during the last tutorial for the day. It simply sent the entire class of 27 into a blanket of awkwardness. I bet those flies around froze for that moment too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't elaborate cos' its not very nice to be mentioning much here. Furthermore, you never know when the characters involved actually happen to chance upon my blog. (But on second thoughts, I doubt my classmates will be able to see this though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howwwwww!! I'm already VERY tired but its only day 2! I still have 4-5 more months before internship. And that's like freaking long! Okay, I know I have to endure boring lectures (even though I can come up with 1001 reasons to not go for them) and draggy tutorials before I can get my cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESS ON JOANNAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-9011674329060882839?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9011674329060882839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/serendipity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9011674329060882839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9011674329060882839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/serendipity.html' title='serendipity'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1030266580009913678</id><published>2009-04-25T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:09:21.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamt last night.&lt;br /&gt;An unbelievable dream I wish will turn into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as much as I know they're just sheer thoughts, it just appears.&lt;br /&gt;The 'delete' button disppeared out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying my best to find it back.&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can activate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1030266580009913678?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1030266580009913678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1030266580009913678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1030266580009913678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-287378054062517290</id><published>2009-04-24T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:16:56.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell am I thinking?!!</title><content type='html'>First of all, rewind one post back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it that I never mentioned that first sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to delete the post, so yeah, its a relatively short post. But I made a grave mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WATCHED FRIDAY THE 13TH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/fridaythe13th_gallerytheatrical.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell made me feel like watching it in the first place?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YAHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the intro on the movie at Yahoo! Movies: &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810022022/info"&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810022022/info&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after reading that, what do you think?! So enticing right!!! I got duped into wanting to watch this movie. And so I did exactly that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an M18 movie btw, because it contains sexual and violent scenes. Forgoing those hilarious moments inside the movie, especially some of the sexual scenes; the rest can just be censored lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its freaking gory, disgusting, bloody, murderous and whatever results you can get from thesaurusdotcom (go figure out more adjectives). I'm pondering over why I did not walk out of the hall after the first group of people died horrendously under Jason's killings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, if you think your guts are ten times the size of your ***** (fill in your own blanks), go ahead for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, backtrack a little. This morning, I got so fed up with my mum's naggings I snapped at her and slammed the toilet door. Gahh. Sometimes, I think mum should understand that I'm old enough to think for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic that sparked off our mini quarrel was because she saw me at home when she woke up. So she apparently took it to herself that I'm ponning my lessons again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!! How many times must I repeat myself that there are no tutorials this week and I've limited lessons to attend for the first week? Can't she just effing remember what I said or write a post-it to stick it onto herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of listening to her repeated naggings on repeated issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets on my nerves okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to not nag at me because I pon lessons. And from what I know, she's controlling me NOW because she doesn't want me to influence my younger sis into ponning tutorials or something. (Yeah, my younger sis is now in NYP studying info comm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puh-lease. Ponning is an art that need not be influenced, its a self-borned 'talent' that many people acquire along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird to phrase it that way. But I believe many people will understand me. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, she won't get to read this anyway. I just hope she learns that a 19-year-old doesn't need her mum to nag at her for stupid reasons because she herself knows what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that my younger sis should really learn to be more independent. She should be knowing what she's doing because from my viewpoint, she's behaving much like a secondary school girl than a poly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the environment she was in during her secondary school days. It sucks really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not trying to say that I came from a very good school and her school is not comparable or whatsoever. I'm just trying to put across a point that different surroundings brings up people differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my younger sis, needs to learn to be herself, not living under others' shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post doesn't really sound happy I guess. And then, school sucks. But I pon lectures because I find it useless, not because I hate it alrights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I received an email just now from a spreer who spreed with me supposedly months ago. But she has not collected her items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;However, it was actually her sister who emailed me regarding what the girl has bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And apparently, the girl passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My deepest condolences to the girl's family. I didn't expect this to happen to one of my spreers so I'm rather lost for words now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hopefully, she rests in peace and I shall see what I can do for the items she bought but left with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-287378054062517290?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/287378054062517290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-hell-am-i-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/287378054062517290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/287378054062517290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-hell-am-i-thinking.html' title='what the hell am I thinking?!!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4353663104959651408</id><published>2009-04-24T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:33:06.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to watch Friday the 13th!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to watch with me huhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random sidenote, the weather is effing hot recently. I always have to worry whether or not my mascara or eyelash glue will melt under this tremendously horrendous temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Singapore snows, I'll be awfully grateful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-4353663104959651408?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4353663104959651408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-watch-friday-13th-who-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4353663104959651408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4353663104959651408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-watch-friday-13th-who-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1285567380208211549</id><published>2009-04-22T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:05:03.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 19th birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'VE TURNED 19!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and hopefully all my wishes come true this year! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've officially stepped past the 18th line. As much as I've wanted to shun away from this day, I've enjoyed myself though. Too busy and mind-blocked to elaborate on details so just photos up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0354.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0245.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0272.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0278.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0279.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0287.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0290.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0296.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0299.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0301.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0302.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0307.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0313.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0317.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0319.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0322.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/Picture026.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0778.jpg" border="1" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Many thanks to all who sent me birthday wishes and made my birthday happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;First day of school on Tuesday was bad. Really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total for two days, I attended 4 lectures. 2 of which I walked out of the hall halfway through the lectures. 1 of which I dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one was somewhere between the fine line drawn next to BORING. But it still proved fun cos' its a lecture on gaming, casinoes, slots, cards!! Damn cool can! This subject is like the one and only I heard of that allows us to gamble during lessons! Haha, nod your heads in unison!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Oh mann! Mahjong cravings. I need kakisssssssss!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, I'm off now! Till then lovelies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1285567380208211549?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1285567380208211549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-19th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1285567380208211549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1285567380208211549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-19th-birthday.html' title='my 19th birthday!!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7845840176067232744</id><published>2009-04-19T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:31:58.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-birthday wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMFG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm turning 18+1 in less than 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I even be happy I'm going to receive presents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or simply psycho myself into believing I'll always be sweet 18?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my pre-birthday wish this year will be to NOT receive stupid and impractical gifts like sweets and dolls. I'm already too old for those puh-lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a disturbing sleep. Was really fagged out by these few days so I plopped onto my bed the moment my dinner and bottle of yakult started mixing themselves up in my stomach. And then I had my mum going on with her ramblings in my room while I strive to master the art of being oblivious to her naggings around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like fucking irritating can! I'm sleeping there on the bed, and there she is with her non-stop complaints on me having to clear my room mess up, pack that piling wardrobe of mine, clear my shopping bags which I've strewn across the room and remove the bulky boxes of F21 and Gojane items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could mute it at the moment lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still love my mum alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random sidenote, I see my pink piggy bank smiling at me now cos' he's happy that I've been putting money into him everyday. But he will never know when I will just twist his ass off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Sunday tomorrow, or rather its Sunday now. But, I'm super shagged and lazy to step out of my house. I think I've been to the whole of Singapore within this week. Yes, just this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to playing Pet Society cos' my sis tells me there are new features or whatsoever. I'm going to redecorate my 7 rooms now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having the urge to drink vodka now. Even though I'm having a headache equivalent to a minor hangover. Freak alcoholic shit. What's this sudden craving lingering in my mind for? Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7845840176067232744?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7845840176067232744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7845840176067232744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7845840176067232744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-birthday-wish.html' title='pre-birthday wish'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4334179288968459029</id><published>2009-04-17T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:36:03.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things happen just when you least expect it</title><content type='html'>My whole mind is in a messy state and I don't know how to go about this post. Seriously, those on-off images are replaying themselves over and over again. I need to find the STOP button. Where the hell is it???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, had dinner tonight at Cafe Cartel in Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad enough experience today considering the past umpteen times I've dined in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the seats inside the restaurant was fully filled, so we had to sit outside (considering the bad lightings and really good ventilation) eventually. Sat down, took a while to write our orders on the order chit (the waiters don't even take our orders for us yet we still pay full 10% service charge, doesn't make sense to me uh-huh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After handing the order chit to some waiter, we sat there, five minutes or so, nothing appeared on our table. Except the basket of utensils. We had to request for our glasses of water, which then came within a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup was then served. And we heard the guy next table say "eh, there's no more bread, haha" to his girlfriend. What's corn soup without bread? Corn soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to crack a joke, but if you do not get it, we're probably on different frequencies. Tune yours correctly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we still went ahead inside to see if they replenished the bread. And there was this girl happily cutting a loaf of bread. Then I saw the signage which says that they need time to toast the bread, so if supply runs out must wait patiently. However, the bread was obviously NOT toasted at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we happily cut the untoasted loaf with a blunt knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the meal, mao found a fly in her pasta. She was super calm can! If the fly appeared in my pasta, I will scream and make sure two floors up, the salesgirls will look down to kpo lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we called for the waiter to come over. I told him that they should be more aware of the hygiene and pointed to the plate. Apparently, he had his mind switched off because he HUH me as though I was playing a trick on him. Then yin told him there is a FLY. And he OH, and took the plate away, saying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned and asked if we want another plate. But by then, mao was already nauseous from seeing the little creature in her food. So we declined and he offered a cancellation on the item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, the manager came forth to inform us on the cancellation of the item on our bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our not-so-enjoyable dinner, we chatted and then I stopped a waiter to ask for a feedback form. He nodded his head then left. Fifteen minutes passed. He simply ignored my request. I got pissed, and called for another waiter. But he do not know what's a feedback form and told us to speak in chinese. Wah piang! My chinese sucks enough, so I looked at them. Then we eventually came out with 意见表. Correct right?! I think I'm smart afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said they do not have such things. And asked if we wanna get the manager, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the manager on our unhappiness with the service attitude and etc. Spoke for quite some time, then she apologised for all we met with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we saw her spoke to the waiter who ignored my request for a feedback form. Then his face turned black. If he wasn't working at the moment, yin thinks he'll bash us up or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the manager asked if we wanted the bill and she brought it to us. I paid for it and realised that other than cancelling mao's main course, she gave us the discount for my UOB card and did not charge us for service charge. Well, at least some form of compensation was made for the uncomfortable dinner I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I'm glad that at least she bothered to listen to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines Mall's Pizza Hut. Their hygiene is super bad! Somemore I dined in and wrote a feedback form but apparently, they just threw away my form cos' its filled with bad comments. The headquarters will never see my beautiful handwriting on their feedback forms cos' before feedbacks reach them, they are scanned through manually and picked out lor I swear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually if you give a feedback, restaurants should at least inform the customer that they have received the feedback and appreciate the chance for them to make improvements right?! But apparently, I receive NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all about today. Some photos update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mum's condo in Bukit Timah! :) If I stayed here, I'll go hiking on Bukit Timah Nature Reserve everyday! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 301px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0024-1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 673px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0025.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 586px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0062.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkeys in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0070.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very in the mood but then Beach-Out day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0076.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0080.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 597px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0095.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0097.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, hopefully mine is too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 339px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0098.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Point!&lt;br /&gt;Why is Jurong Point in Boon Lay, I still don't understand. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0102.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, that's all for today lovelies! *Yawns*&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/4573948997722726576-4334179288968459029?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4334179288968459029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-happen-just-when-you-least.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4334179288968459029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4334179288968459029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-happen-just-when-you-least.html' title='things happen just when you least expect it'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-161875047087172436</id><published>2009-04-15T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:38:44.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scam</title><content type='html'>Two posts back,  I mentioned that I got scammed. In actual fact, I was not the main victim. Yea, but then I still feel cheated and enraged with the merchant. Pei Ching was the one who got scammed, but even so, I feel strongly for her because afterall, it was the first time she bought electronics herself. And the whole story begins here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a new camera so I stopped by Sim Lim Square once again. This time round, Pei Ching came along with me, having the intention to purchase one too. I've heard of bad reviews on the retailers in SLS, but then its the first thing that came to my mind when you talk about buying a new electronic product at good prices. Furthermore, I'm a noob when it comes to buying electronics. I spend time researching on the products, NOT the retailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to go into old grandmother stories, so well, we eventually stepped into this shop called CameraTalk Pte Ltd, unit number #02-91. Then, the hardsell tactics began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down, and asked about the models that I was interested in. And after he realised my budget was around 300-400, he decides that I shall be the next victim of his. The balded uncle grabbed the Samsung L201 off the shelf and bullshitted his way through the specs. He was super aggressive, and quoted us a price of $599 initially. Then he reduced to $355. But when he realised Pei Ching wanna get one too, he said best price if the two of us purchased together, $340 per set. Please lor, that's like close to half the initial price already. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him the design sucks and it was too bulky for me and he continued more bullshitting. I didn't really listened to him much because I weren't intending on a Samsung one in the first place. But dear Pei Ching just have to be enticed by his sales pitch. I eventually decided upon Fujifilm J20. But after settling the receipts with Pei Ching, he then told me mine was OOS, and then proceeded on to promoting the same old Samsung model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ALREADY SAID I DO NOT LIKE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I could only mumble to myself, hoping that he can just shut that mouth up. And then he even said that his LAST offer will be $340 if I buy, and both me and Pei Ching will get an additional battery. Fuck, how many last offers can he offer puh-lease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember telling Pei Ching about him being suspicious because apparently, he sells the battery individually for $70+ but yet he's giving us for free. So obviously I said a big no-no to him. What can he do then? Cry out loud for unabling to coax me into becoming his victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happily walked out of that shop and proceeded to another one which I previously enquired at and bought my Fujifilm camera. It was then when we were told we got scammed cos' the model she bought retailed outside for $299 only. The staff of the outlet were really helpful but I can't reveal their details cos' there's supposedly this "internal war" between the merchants inside SLS. I don't wanna risk their reputation since afterall, they're like the only nice people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Ching decides to confirm the price with the other shops around so we entered a couple more to check on the pricing on the Samsung L201. And guess what, we had offers like $215, $250, $299 and best of all, a shop offered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;$199&lt;/span&gt;! Then I realised, that shop which offered us $199, was a sub-outlet of CameraTalk because the logo was imprinted in a smaller size on the signboard (I think its called signboard, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. Same shop, different pricing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEATERRRRRRRRSSSSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We confronted the balded uncle again to demand a refund or exchange but he actually told us this,"You buy the camera already then don't go around asking the prices from other shops. I'm not refunding you. Nor will I do an exchange." Fuck you. That's all I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time in the shop, there were a few more sheeps waiting to be placed on the chopping board. And apparently they heard us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOUD AND CLEAR&lt;/span&gt;, but a young girl probably 3-5 years younger than me already fished her wallet out and was counting the cash. At that point of time, I wish I could walk up to her straight, grab her notes and run away with them. She can jolly well spend those on dresses selling in Bugis Street which was like just a stone's throw away. And definitely not at a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACKLISTED&lt;/span&gt; shop like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was me, I would rather a taxi driver take a longer route to charge me more than get overcharged by CameraTalk!! Please lor, do you people even have ears to begin with? We were so LOUD, and you can still make a purchase. Thank you very much, you've made me realised how stupid some people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. We called the police and the guy over the phone told me he'll send officers down asap. Then after about 15-20 minutes, I received another call from another officer saying that NO ONE is coming down yet because all their officers are busy. I swear I could kill a lion at that moment lor. Then I made sure that the officer knew how firm I was in wanting a police officer down at that time before I cut off the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it April Fools' then? No. But I felt as if the whole world was playing a trick on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited a further thirty minutes before two uniformed officers appeared. The officer spoke to another staff because the balded uncle was attending to an angmoh, whom I sincerely hope that he did not purchase anything. But then the balded uncle nonchalantly handed his IC over when he was asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's probably used to having police officers standing in their doorsteps. Like every other day, they're there. So what does this says? Yes, this shop is highly REPUTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other staff then offered us an 8gb card if we choose to let the matter rest. YOU SEE! If they're weren't guilty of cheating us, then why offer us that. Right right right?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we said no. And the officer proceeded to take down the particulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to report this to Small Claims Tribunal and CASE. Then I googled online and realised Small Claims do not accept such cases supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CASE charges an admin fee of $10, $5 reporting fees and $30 membership fees (in case you do not know, you have to be a member to be able to report a matter). Pei Ching decided that it wasn't worth it so we did not report to CASE eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we felt really indignant on this, so we're going to write in to the major newspapers. And hopefully, someday, something can be done to stop more consumers from falling into the evil hands of CameraTalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember its called CAMERATALK PTE LTD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their full address is 1 Rochor Canal Road, Sim Lim Square, #02-91/71/89, Singapore 188504. If you have time, you can go listen to how that uncle pitches, he's a pro I have to admit. But you're going to be irritated by his attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However now, I feel that something have to be done against the shop. See this: http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/what_to_do/shopping/list_of_errant_retailers.html. Apparently, even though they have been blacklisted by STB, they just have to change their business name and then no one will recognise or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if Singapore is an open market? Does it just mean that unscrupulous merchants should still exist and that no one can do anything to condemn them? Shouldn't this be an issue worth investigating instead of sitting back and seeing more victims fall into the trap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little warning to everyone who wants to purchase something from Sim Lim, do purchase from those STARetailers! Those shops are trustworthy and they can be recognised by the sticker in front of the shop. Do not become the next victim okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should end off here because I still need to rush out the articles I wanna send to the newspapers. This post is littered with words. OMG. I cannot stand this too. Photos for the past few days will be up in my next post! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-161875047087172436?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/161875047087172436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/scam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/161875047087172436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/161875047087172436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/scam.html' title='the scam'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4308992302260383216</id><published>2009-04-15T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:48:52.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>A random celebration planned for the long weekend last week. No night-long partying or clubbing. Just a simple sweet get-together for the night. Entire plan was perfectly designed for the public holiday with a barbecue and a sleepover. The barbecue turned out not as expected, all so because the charcoal wouldn't burn properly. The next time another barbecue idea pops up, I'm so going to cab far down to Sheng Siong to get their charcoal instead. Yes, listen carefully. DO NOT BUY NTUC CHARCOAL. You probably wouldn't get your embers up by the time the people from the next pit finishes their food with a satisfying burppp. As for fire starters, get the really good ones. Get those with the pink hairs on top, I think the brand has a cock on the box. They may not be the best, but at least they're start-able to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, three of us stayed behind for the sleepover at Mao's house. We lazed about in the KTV room till the security guard came to preach at us. Got back to her place and washed up cos' I couldn't stand all those teeny weeny charcoal particles stuck onto every inch of my skin. Watched the horror film that was showed on Channel U, I think its called Twins or something. Speaking about "Twins", I detest Gillian Chung. Like OMFG, she's using the sympathetic card to gain entry back into the entertainment industry. Yes, some may support her still but as a woman, its really amazing she could muster up all that courage of hers to appear back on the screen once again. Sorry if I'm random, but if you cannot stand this, you shouldn't be on this pink page, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we stayed in her room for online retail therapy and girls' private time. Halfway through, mao dragged me to concoct up something using her brother's pear vodka. I prefer raspberry more though, but she has pear only. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I'm not an alcoholic okay. I do not ALWAYS drink. Alcohol is bad for health, really.)&lt;/span&gt; Then somewhere through the hours we spent inside the four walls, mao just have to decide to eat the kinder eggs she bought the previous day. So once again, she dragged me out into the kitchen to toss the place over. Just to find her eggs that is. And this incorrigible young lady could not find her eggs. So she decides she should go wake her parents up to ask them where her eggs were. In the wee hours of 3+am on Saturday morning. She's such a LOVELY daughter that I can bet a million that if my mum was hers, she's going to be locked out of the house. But eventually, the eggs were found in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really late supper at the Malay coffeeshop outside her place. Shan't comment much since I did not really enjoy the food. Photos for the sleepover were a tad too much, so I took some and collaged them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 633px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/15042009A.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/15042009B.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and the next day we woke up around 12 noon, after mao's mummy came in to wake us up. She's super hospitable I tell you. She always cooks up a whole table full of food for us, damn nice can! But we always cannot finish them. I feel so bad everytime we impose on them cos' she's soooo friendly and cooks us lots of food every single meal. Haha. Then anyway, syl and wei left for their own commitments while me and mao went down to Tampines One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say the traffic was super congested and those claustrophobics should stay far away. I dint even had the chance to shop properly in any retail outlets because the crowd was simply too overwhelming. Some merchants such as Uniqlo even had those queuing stands up to control the crowd. Speaking about Uniqlo, I'm very intrigued by the long queues outside the store. I'm probably going to find one day when the crowd has subside by a substantial percentage, to take a look around the store. I simply do not understand what the fad over this Japan brand is all about. Maybe I shall do it next week when school starts. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I read an article regarding a forum post by raincoatboy. Apparently he claimed that he wanna bring along a knife or chopper and stab whoever he sees in Tampines One on Saturday. He didn't do so, but it sent the police all over the place to investigate. Absurd uh-huh. I bet he got addicted to Farm Town on facebook &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(which I am, currently)&lt;/span&gt; but it was on maintenance and he felt bored. So, he posted that forum post. But the main thing isn't this. The thing is that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAS AT TAMPINES ONE THE DAY HE DECIDES HE WANT TO START A KILLING SPREE&lt;/span&gt;. Drats. What if he meant what he said! I'll probably be in pieces right now, lying in a wooden box. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its already close to 5am in the morning now. I will be blogging about the scam case tomorrow instead. But before I end off.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(these four pictures taken using my newly bought Fujifilm cam!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought a pink piggy bank today!!! Yayness to the max can! Its time I should really learn to start saving for a rainy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0024.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0028.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like this chocolate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0031.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was cute! Saw this at Daiso today but the paper quality sucked. If not for the paper, it'll probably end up in my purchase basket too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSCF0001.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really gotta end off now. Eyelids drooping. And I need to twist back my nocturnal life to the usual one. School sucks, I don't want to start.&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/4573948997722726576-4308992302260383216?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4308992302260383216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4308992302260383216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4308992302260383216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6639651258464024447</id><published>2009-04-13T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:01:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday the 13th</title><content type='html'>I got back my adaptor, like finally. I promised to blog on past few days but I'm now really really tired from the incident that happened today. 13th April 2009, Monday. Perhaps, its time to change the tradition of Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT SCAMMED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going down to the police station tomorrow. Then the Subordinate Courts. And then CASE. Its so going to be hell crazy for me. But, for my dearest friend, I will do it. Will blog on this case very soon, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Update: Okay, I'm feeling a tad happier now because Mao just told me something which she and bestie did. I'm soooooo touched with what they did. Really. :)&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/4573948997722726576-6639651258464024447?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6639651258464024447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6639651258464024447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6639651258464024447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-13th.html' title='Monday the 13th'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-9119696539529484460</id><published>2009-04-12T02:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:50:37.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my netbook without power</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging now using the little wee bit of battery life left on my netbook. I'm already cursing myself for forgetting the adaptor. It sucks, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Some people may see it as an inseparable bond, a longingness, a detest for loneliness. But I see it as complete stupidity. A joke worth rolling your eyes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And now I realise, its not easy to forget. Verbally maybe. Physically and mentally, maybe not. Thoughts thoughts thoughts. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing a year older soon. 20th April. I don't know what's wrong, but there's this part of me wishing that this day will never come. Forever eighteen, I wish.&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/4573948997722726576-9119696539529484460?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9119696539529484460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-netbook-without-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9119696539529484460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9119696539529484460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-netbook-without-power.html' title='my netbook without power'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5040585103330197430</id><published>2009-04-11T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:24:16.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind got stucked under the coaster ride</title><content type='html'>Its lucky that I've got truckloads of towels at home. So leaving one behind in mao's place isn't a very big matter. But but but.. I only have a netbook adaptor. :( And I actually left half of my netbook adaptor in her place. Amusingly, I only remembered when we were on our path to retail therapy-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Traumatised to the max. I shan't blog on the BBQ and sleepover until I get back my beloved adaptor from her on Monday. :/ I need some reformatting here to be done. My brain's probably like my previous hard disk - too overworked and malfunctioning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging now, using my mum's notebook. And I can predict her coming into my room in no less than an hour's time to claim her property back. Okay, I need to get my falsies off cos' they're weighing a ton on my real lashes. Till then, lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-5040585103330197430?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5040585103330197430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mind-got-stucked-under-coaster-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5040585103330197430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5040585103330197430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mind-got-stucked-under-coaster-ride.html' title='my mind got stucked under the coaster ride'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-629638012313335342</id><published>2009-04-08T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:47:26.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chimerical</title><content type='html'>I dreamt last night of happenings that sent me into drizzles of thoughts. Sometimes I wish if dreams were a reflection of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, updates for the past few days. I have not been deprived of Internet for the past few days okay. I was just busy and plain lazy. As much as I have taken a liking to blogging as a hobby, there are still moments I'll rather spend doing more meaningful things. A-hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, a scam case which I met with personally. Two months ago, this young lady approached me for a trade with her item. Since I was looking around for a Fred Perry shirt, I agreed to the swap. Furthermore, she did not request for any topup on my part so I thought it was a good deal and posted my item to her the following day. However, even after a week I had not receive a single shit from her. I told her, but she says that she wants all her customers to receive their items so if I still do not receive my shirt, she'll get another piece for me and post it out. (By then, she had already received my item.) I doubted her at first because no one seller in a right state of mind will replace a parcel at her own cost. But I chose to believe her. After the second week of futile waiting, I emailed her again. Then she told me she's in the midst of her exams so she do not have time to get another piece from her supplier so she will post the dress back to me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK. I bet she wore it out to party and then decided it didn't suit her. Bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The following weeks, I forgot about the incident until the next month, I recalled about her promise on sending my dress back to me. But but but, I have not receive a single shit from her yet. Hence, I shot another email back at her asking her to give me a prompt reply. She then told me SHE WILL CALL UP SINGPOST to enquire, and then no emails from Miss Bitchy since then. About a week later, I got really fed up and asked her to update me once again. She then replied me saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;im sorry you feel that way &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i really truly had mailed the shirt and the dress out, im very sorry if it did not reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;what would you like me to do as compensation ? i really am at my wits end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK YOU. Two lost mails in a row, totally unbelievable rubbish! My sis once had a lost parcel from Scarletroom (that is why I do not patronise them, I think the girl is super irresponsible) and called up Singpost. Amazingly, the personnel told her that there is no such parcel. Even though they do not track normal parcels, they kept a lookout for parcels addressed to our address because of the large amount of parcels and mails we always receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got really really worked up so I told her I will be going down to her place next week. After that, no replies. I sent her another email in caps requesting for a prompt reply and she sent this back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;singpost cannot track normal mail, im sure we both know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;im very sorry if you did not receive it, and singpost cannot track calls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;very sorry that turns out no one has been calling, as im not in singapore and my friend has been the one managing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU SEE. I told you she was lying all the while. In one email she previously sent, she said she has called Singpost, and will call again tomorrow. FUCKKKKKK YOU! You think lao niang very nice to mess around with uh-huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, eventually I got my dress back. But I threw it away because she probably don it off to some party and then returned it to me after my threatening emails. The day I got my dress back, was five days after I told her I will be paying a visit to her place next week. Oh no, maybe Singpost knew I was threatening her so they searched high-low for my parcel to be delivered. HAHA. So, my dearest girl, as promised, here are your details on my blog. It will also be publicised on major communities and forums. Do not blame me for giving you fame, I told you I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Name: Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Email: eatingyouup@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Websites: http://booreejet.livejournal.com, http://eatingyouup.blogspot.com, http://radiopoplights.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Address: 10X Cowdray Avenue Serangoon Gardens Estate Singapore 558103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Email: eatingyouup@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you bitch, for wasting so much of my time. I hope you fall down the stairs in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;hr id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_[object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping in Marina and Suntec on Sunday. I can only say I was really fagged out with late night sleeps and worse of all, my complexion is dying on me!! And I played Daytona! (I think I'm born to suck at this.) Came in third, with three players in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0543.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was on the train home, an uncle pouted at me just when I was picking up my bags to alight at my station. Like hello?!! He POUTED at me! Damn gross, really. I shot him a disgusted look and left the train. But I did look back a couple of times to check if I was being stalked by a LKK who pouts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesteday, met up with my dearest girlfriend PC for shopping! Yes, I always like shopping with her because we can do stupid things altogether.  Had lunch at Pizza Hut in Harbour Front centre. I swear I'm never going to eat Pizza Hut in their outlets for at least a year (or till when they decide for a reformation). The service crew sucks, attitude fails, food drop below previous marks, cleanliness okay. I grade them 1/5 marks because I so totally did not enjoy my lunch there. Its no use writing on their feedback forms because they apparently throw away those with bad comments (just like what happened previously in the Tampines outlet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we shopped around for cameras and phones, and then caught a movie. I know I'm really late, but I finally watched Confessions of a Shopaholic! Its a damn good movie I swear! And its never too late to watch it because its one of the few rare movies that are really worth that eight bucks nowadays. Another movie I've been wanting to catch is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17 Again&lt;/span&gt; because Zac Efron is really cute on the poster! But, the trailer didn't really caught my interest though. Probably will have second thoughts on watching it when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much camwhoring nowadays cos' my complexion sucks hell. Forever 21 is having a low rate for International Shipping recently so I'm purchasing a couple more items from there. I need my new mascara soon cos' my false eyelashes will not be reaching in time before I use up all my current ones. And there's also my GL wallet. Gorgeously pink! Yay! There's never too much retail therapy for me! Next update should be during the weekends! Sleepover this friday, EXCITINGGG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-629638012313335342?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/629638012313335342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/chimerical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/629638012313335342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/629638012313335342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/chimerical.html' title='chimerical'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6456886946796858201</id><published>2009-04-04T02:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:35:05.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still up in the wee hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PEOPLE! PLEASE KINDLY HELP TO CLICK ON THE NUFFNANG ADS AT THE SIDEBAR IF THERE IS ANY OKAY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a drama as I'm blogging now. And the main character said that "geniuses always have little sleep time". That's probably why I am still awake at this time of the day. Haha. Holidays are awesome, I stick to my usual routine of sleeping during AM and waking up during PM. But when the semester starts, it messes up my well-planned schedule. Damn. And this nightmare is taking place really soon, exactly on my birthday. This definitely ain't something I'm happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, my main purpose of this post is to put this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/heidiklum.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get this Heidi Klum lipgloss cos' it looks really gorgeous but its OOS on VS site already. And its also sold out on most local blogshops (I spent hours looking for this through blogshops but apparently there were faster hands). Okay, so if anyone can find this for me, I'm so going to love you for that, REALLY. But I only want BRAND NEW ones okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-6456886946796858201?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6456886946796858201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-up-in-wee-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6456886946796858201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6456886946796858201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-up-in-wee-hours.html' title='still up in the wee hours'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-9038256256665076056</id><published>2009-04-02T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:52:07.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a randomly nonsensical post</title><content type='html'>This is so going to be a ridiculously random post. But shut up if you are just going to tag me and repeat what I just said. Yes, because I don't like people repeating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as usual on my blog-hop routine, I was reading up Xiaxue's &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. I don't remember exactly who but someone once told me reading her blog is so like so DOTS. But well, I like reading her blog because I find her really hilarious in the way she blogs on people, especially Dawn Yang. For me, I don't read DY's blog because in my opinion, there's nothing interesting about her life or whatsoever. Not worth spending that couple of minutes scrolling down that messy layout. I visited her site once, and that was it. Anyway, while browsing through the gazillions of photos that XX just uploaded, I came across this one with her beloved Pumpkin inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 465px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_3048.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As much as I think Pumpkin is adorable, I was just wanting to say that I so totally have that clear tote Pumpkin's posing on. Yes, its a Forever 21 clear vinyl tote which I got as a gift from someone. But it's now probably stashed somewhere in my room and collecting inches of dust. Haha, I told you its going to be so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then updates for the past two days. Accompanied bestie to mao's company for an admin job interview on Tuesday. I'm not releasing the company's name because I'm not putting myself at risk for a law suit if someone just happens to think that my post vandalised the reputation. We were at the security counter to exchange for visitor passes when the security guard just had to force a lie out of my mouth by asking me why I was there. So I said I was here for an interview which apparently I wasn't. Then we went up to the HR department when mao left me waiting at the lift lobby because I wasn't authorised to enter the office premises. Duh. Then, bestie waited inside while mao and I went to her office level because she needed to hand something over to her colleague. Then she left me waiting at the life lobby ONCE AGAIN. So being very bored waiting at lift lobbys, I considered camwhoring sessions. But the whole atmosphere was so not right. From the glass doors, I could see that the office situation inside was so super tense and DEAD. I swear I'm never going to work in such environment. The people are like damn 'dao'. Gahh. I can die from just a couple of minutes spent inside that kind of working environment. Then when I was at the security counter once again to exchange the pass back, the security guard actually remembered me and asked me if I got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guard: So, did you get the job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: (acting blur to avoid that question) Huh? Err..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guard: (before I can complete my sentence) In view or out of view?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Err.. I don't know. (I was referring to his question) But, I'm still looking for other jobs though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guard: Hahahaha.. See you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: (smiles very sweetly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I wrote out the conversation. I just thought it was a rather no sense conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bestie was through with her interview, we ended up at Sim Lim Square to get whatever was on my shopping list. Bestie was already dying from her point heelies but she still persevered through my search from levels 1 to 6. So touched, really I swear. Eventually got what I was looking for and enquired about the different models of cameras. Yes, I'm still considering which camera to get!! Its brewing a stormy headache for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I get this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/powershote1-banner.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/ixus80is-banner.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/powershota480-banner.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/L100_medium_20080228.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG. I'm like so indecisive. I don't like being indecisive. Really. But then I'm looking more at the design of my camera, rather than the specs. Salesmen are a tad too industrialized when it comes to introducing their products. When I want to know more about a product, they start cross-selling other products. Its freaking irritating can! Like the store in which I enquired about the Canon E1, the dumb guy keeps on introducing the Casio ones, which I tried to take in and acted as if I was interested. And I thought for a moment I should embark on my acting career very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting this issue aside, I was reading ali's blog a while ago and I had so much running inside me when I read her latest post. Speaking about girlfriends, I absolutely agree with what she had said. Yes, girlfriends should be there always for each other (unless there are really really special exceptions), girlfriends should trust each other and be truthful AND girlfriends should always try to make time for one another. Most importantly, girlfriends SHOULD NOT 'pang seh' each other for absurdly dumb reasons. So, whomever is reading this right now, if you feel a teeny weeny tinge of guilt somewhere inside your heart, feel very free to draft a apologetic letter to the ones you care. Just a simple sentence can mend those cracks or misunderstandings that are layering up as days passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sidetracking, I went to a few cosmetics outlets yesterday to find the eyelash glue I've been using. It's under City Girl brand and looks exactly the same as the one that XX used in her video on putting on false eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/300.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think ever since XX used this, every girl is scrambling around to find this lor. None of the shops I went to had stocks for this. And the salesgirls kept pushing me to buy the Rhomlon brand ones, which I'm absolutely firm on not buying because its a China brand, I think. The quality looks damn cheap and I definitely wouldn't risk dropping my own real lashes over usage of the glue. Anyway, because my sis took my last tube with her to Taiwan, I had to get another tube myself. Eventually, I got my eyelash adhesive from Stardust in PS. The brand is DON and I tried it on last night, it works fine so I guess those who are looking for eyelash adhesive can try this out. It dries invisibly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/don_adhesive7gm_400px_264px.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I sent in my beauty spree orders to my supplier yesterday morning and part of the spree goods came in last night. Damn efficient supplier! :) I tried on the false eyelash applicator I bought to see if it really works effectively and I guess I can say it does work well and its a great gadget for beginners definitely. I have a longer lash line and hence, the stem of the false eyelashes did not really stick on well in my inner lids. But still, I highly recommend this product! :) If interested to purchase this, email me at cloverine@live.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww248/cloverinesale/eyelashapplicator.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should really be ending off this freaking longwinded post. A parcel of bags came in this morning and I need to start packing them. And school's starting soon. Fuck. I'm dreading this whole thing about going to school. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-9038256256665076056?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9038256256665076056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-run-away-and-hide-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9038256256665076056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9038256256665076056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-run-away-and-hide-myself.html' title='a randomly nonsensical post'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6854974485164275619</id><published>2009-04-01T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:30:33.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fools' day</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been back into the same-old trance I've gotten into in the previous weeks. I'm finding my way through tunnels and tunnels. A never-ending maze. Perhaps, it's time to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got myself pissed off today for a moment. I don't know what's wrong with me, but my patience level today probably lowered its maxed out level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to blog. As much as I try to think of millions of excuses for me to leave my blog stagnant another day, I thought letting them all out will leave me in a much comfortable situation. Alrights, I'm off to pack my spree goods which just came in at the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-6854974485164275619?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6854974485164275619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6854974485164275619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6854974485164275619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools-day.html' title='april fools&apos; day'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-8549649260804889940</id><published>2009-03-31T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:06:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoo away redundant thoughts</title><content type='html'>I've got lots to blog on. However, by the second issue I touched upon, I'm certain I'll forget the third or fourth one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm blogging on the bus now. Its such a wondrous experience because you get to observe what others are doing and at the same time, you can blog down what you see, hear, smell etc. in your surroundings. But that's not in my itinerary today so, I shall begin on my main topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, two nights ago I organised a Charlotte Russe spree because I wanted to get some accessories. Then I came across this super gorgeous boyshorts below. In case you see some unlicensed optician, the designs below are actually the SAME, just different in colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/pCHIC1-5555047dt.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/pCHIC1-5555050dt.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was getting this the moment I saw it. Straightaway. So I closed the spree with USD 200+ worth of orders from others. Then I proceeded to place my order and after a confirmation email from CR, I continued with my routined bathing and skincare regime. Half an hour later, I switched on my netbook and received yet another email from CR, stating a cancellation notice. I enquired on the reason why it was rejected and the personnel told me they do not accept international credit cards anymore. DARN. I was so disappointed then because I wanted so much to get my boyshorts, both in brown and pink. :( Then I thought of using Borderlinx concierge service and went ahead re-placing my order using the concierge. Everything went on smoothly until I used the 24-hr live chat service to enquire regarding some vague issues. Then, the CSO, by the name of Elizabeth told me that per order only allows for 10 items. Fuck. That was the only word I could think of at the moment. Its like the whole world is trying to stop me from purchasing my wants. DARN. Then, I got so angry I immediately requested to be removed from their mailing list. Gahh. I believe some girls out that may have experienced this like me. I meant when you set your eyes on something with trillions of love, and then they say it ran out of stocks. You'll probably be hopping mad like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof. i think I need a chiller. To chill off my temper, here are some photos of me when young. Bestie and mao says the photos do not look like me but well, its for the individual to judge. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07325.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum should have sent me into some baby star search. :) I wonder why she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07324.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. My blue-blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07326.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the maid who mistreated me when young. I'm releasing your photos to the public to warn everyone against hiring you. Haha. Okay, I think this is damn dumb because she's probably a retiree and resting in some old folks' home or something. But still, SHE PINCHED ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG. Fuck. Lao niang is not someone to be trifled with okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07328.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my sisters and my mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07327.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poser! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07329.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picture without my younger brothers who weren't even born by then! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07330.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, its getting late now so I shall update about today's happenings tomorrow! My sis is leaving for Taiwan tomorrow. I'm like sooooooo... jealous! And my sis's boyfriend was just telling me about how happy he is that my sis is going overseas. Haha! Damn mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To bestie: Congrats on landing yourself a job FINALLY! :) Haha. Work hard okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Update//Okay lovelies, I'm opening another spree on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://tw.user.bid.yahoo.com/tw/booth/far331023"&gt;Betwo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Email me at cloverine@live.com if interested!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-8549649260804889940?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8549649260804889940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoo-away-redundant-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8549649260804889940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8549649260804889940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoo-away-redundant-thoughts.html' title='shoo away redundant thoughts'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1952578013688594653</id><published>2009-03-29T18:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:33:18.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer: My dearest friends who are involved in this post, please kindly refrain from spitting vulgarities on me and I sincerely apologise if this post has caused you any inconvenience. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change. I feel that this is an interesting phenomenon that occurs to everyone, both physically and psychologically. Nonetheless, change can be both bad or good. What exactly spurred on this string of thoughts to blog this post was when I was facebooking and came across some photos of my seniors. Then, I brought up this issue with my girls the other day because I realised many people around me have changed within these couple of years. The first photo below was taken back in 2006, our graduating year, with our ever-so-dearest Ms Quek. And the following one was taken a couple of days ago when we met up for RU's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/2006PHOTO.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 336px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see the difference?! :) Yes, I think we grew up. And changed. Some drastically, some just simple slight changes. Most of the girls will be pursuing their degree in a few months time. It's once again those moments whereby you say 'time really flies'. A simple sentence just like that matters a lot. When you break down the changes individually, this is what you get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/MAINE.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/MAO.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/XINRU.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/WEIYING.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/NANA.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/VIVIAN.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/SYLVIA.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/YIZHEN.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/WANYIN.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/JOANNA.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took hours to compile the photos and go about editing them. So my dearest girls, please do not ask me to remove them. You jolly well know that I will not. Haha. :) I showed my sister on these photos after I edited them. She gave me a nonchalant response and said that digging out old unglam photos that dates back to 234567890123 days ago this would be so embarassing. But but but, since when did turning into pretty young ladies become some issue not worth mentioning? Even celebrities do not always grow up prettily from scratch. Take Angela Zhang for example, she's like so totally gorgeous now. But how many actually know that she wasn't as chio in her younger days? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/b-angelazhang.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/a-angelazhang.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I shall be ending off soon because I still have a long list of orders to compile for my beauty spree. To conclude everything, it is interesting to observe the changes that happen to everyone so I'll end off with this poll on "WHO CHANGED THE MOST?". Haha. Everyone can vote so let's see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30Mar09-UPDATE // If you wanna place your vote, PLEASE DO NOT CHOOSE ME JUST BECAUSE THIS IS MY BLOG OKAY! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 252px; height: 513px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" saveembedtags="true" src="http://www.sissurvey.net/SiSpoll.swf" flashvars="p=281" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="SiSpoll" salign="tl" scale="autoscale" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="252" height="513"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1952578013688594653?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1952578013688594653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1952578013688594653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1952578013688594653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6898437786549280692</id><published>2009-03-29T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:58:03.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drum rolls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna is damn excited now because she has just gotten herself a brilliant idea on what to blog for tomorrow! (or maybe today, since its past 12 midnight and considered Sunday already).&lt;br /&gt;She knows she is so going to get killed by the persons involved.&lt;br /&gt;But then.. SHE IS REALLY SO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tune lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 597px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/Image000-3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, and I just had strawberries for supper! :)&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/4573948997722726576-6898437786549280692?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6898437786549280692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/drum-rolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6898437786549280692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6898437786549280692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/drum-rolls.html' title='drum rolls...'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2298154127309151273</id><published>2009-03-28T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:53:35.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and we go tralalala</title><content type='html'>I think I had my mind vacuumed off just now when exiting from the MRT station. I actually climbed the stairs up even though the signage beside the stagnant escalator says 'Please use the lift. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.' Was I plain dumb or just stubborn on building up those calf muscles? I'm doubting myself too. And then when I finally reached the top of the really long flight of stairs, I turned back and wanted to just snap a shot of how high I actually climbed. I swear at that time I was so grateful to the person who invented escalators, because he practically made lives easier for billions of people. But then, there is also a problem of a power supply being cut off. In the end, I failed at my attempt to take a picture because there were people following in my footsteps. Maybe they forgot how to read English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had an awesome day out kbox-ing with AhGeng and Grace! The staff gave the three of us a super big room that was meant for 10 pax and it was such a fulfilling session because we had such a gigantic room all to ourselves! Haining was supposed to come but she fell ill. :( Get well soon babe, I'm really missing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking a little, we actually met with this middle-aged guy who is probably in his 40s'. He went to kbox all alone, requested for a room, and said he needs it for an hour only. I was rather curious as to what his motive was but then, our allocated rooms were so far apart. :/ Crap. Sometimes I cannot even control my own curiosity hormones from acting up. Tah. Okay, I'm lazy to blog so just some photos below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC00314.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC003151.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture! But Grace needs more training on taking photos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 336px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC00323.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my cam-whore sessions. I pencil-sketched one of the pictures because the camera produced a totally out-of-the-place lighting. I didn't know how to go about editing so I guess sketching it looks so much cooler. And yes, if you are going to tag me and ask me to stop cam-whoring, gahh.. SHUT UP. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01996.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07314.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I like my eyes here. The lashes are so well-defined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC07316.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to shop for my false eyelashes. I'm so running out of them. The eyelash adhesives too. Damn. The taiwan supplier I used to spree from has ran away and closed down her shop. I need to get new sources for the eyelashes. Everyone's telling me I can reuse my lashes. BUT. I don't like to reuse them. Its so unhygienic for goodness sake. (Okay, I actually used dictionary.com to spell 'unhygienic' out.) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;To ahgeng: Cheer up and get well soon babe! :) Its always nice to put that smile on your face! Like I've said, things come and go so learn to accept things as they are. You still have ME as a friend! I'll control my string of vulgarities next time when we meet, I promise! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2298154127309151273?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2298154127309151273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-we-go-tralalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2298154127309151273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2298154127309151273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-we-go-tralalala.html' title='and we go tralalala'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5440194183372919165</id><published>2009-03-26T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:06:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new trend</title><content type='html'>Interesting item I came across while doing some online retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/gojane_2047_294175761.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is not an accessory you place at home for viewing pleasures. This is a BELT. A woman's belt. Honestly, I don't know if the next new trend will be wearing animal models as accessories but one thing I am certain of is. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I will not follow the trend blindly&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, for those who thinks differently from me, this item is available for sale on Gojane at US$14.60 I think. :)&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/4573948997722726576-5440194183372919165?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5440194183372919165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-trend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5440194183372919165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5440194183372919165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-trend.html' title='the new trend'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7680294172373194334</id><published>2009-03-25T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:58:45.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a black and white affair</title><content type='html'>Today is a well-balanced day with throngs of happenings bestowed upon me within a short span of 5 hours. Firstly, I realised I ran out of natural eyelashes. So, I had to stick on dolly ones which I dislike wearing especially on days like this. Don't ask me why I bought a box of them in the first place, I probably had my mind swayed off when paying for it. The lashes were super long, so I thought my eye makeup should be kept subtle. But I ended up with slight smoky eyes which I never wore out before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just when I thought my makeup for the day was bad enough, I got on the bus to Kovan and met with this mum and her girl. Their eyes followed me through the really short journey I walked from the boarding door to the back seats. Then the mum started telling her girl how next time she should not buy thin stilettos because they will probably trip you down because you cannot balance and yada yada yada.. Non-stop advices on the WHYs you should not buy thin heels. Then I think they discussed on my fake eyelashes too. Gahh. The daughter stared at me all the way till she alighted the bus. Yeah, so I was their topic for their bus ride home. Interesting topic uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, then bestie was already there when I reached. Hmmm.. I'm considering on whether or not to change 'bestie' into 'BFF'. Sounds cooler I guess. Tah, I don't think I should because its sooooo.. COPYCATS. In case you're wondering what I mean, its because Xiaxue and Paris Hilton broadcasted their search for BFFs over some form of media ages ago. I followed Xiaxue's post on those episodes. Damn hilarious but very interesting! Anyway, we started chatting and updating each other. Gosh, I haven seen her for ages okay! More than a month! We shopped around the cramped mall in search of my lipgloss and eyelash glue (I'm in urgent need for those RIGHT NOW), then we entered this cosmetics shop. The salesgirl was asking us if we were looking for false eyelashes, then I told her I was looking for the glue only. Surprisingly, she was still very polite by saying that they do not sell the glue here. And she started rattling on my eye makeup and she said that I AM VERY PRETTY and I did a good job with my eye makeup for the day. Haha. Honestly, I don't need you to tell me that, I know. Lols. At this point of time, I do not need someone to remind me that I have a high level of self-confidence. :) Yes, so thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meeting the rest at 7 and time was already closing upon us but no one called me up yet. So as to say, everyone was late. Only maine tried calling but apparently I was engrossed in conversing with bestie that I did not hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Autumn Leaves&lt;/span&gt; playing from my phone (track my previous posts to hear this lovely song if you haven't heard it before). Three of us went straight to New York New York, which was located in the sparse corner of the mall. You can see the staff having their full attention onto you when you enter, I swear. That's because there were not much customers around. And they still disallowed me from making a reservation this morning when I called, saying that only members have the privilege of making reservations. Oh wells, if this is the kind of service, I supposed business will not be picking up as great as before huh. Opps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us placed the orders, or rather I think I made most of the orders. Haha. I'm not a tyrant okay, its just that I am much more decisive! We ordered cheese fondue which was supposed to come with veg fritters, but we ended up with fried mushrooms and fried BRINJALS. Yes, that purple yucky crunchy thing which I believe 8 out of 10 people dislike. Gross is the only word I can use to describe. But then courageous mao decides to try it out, and I think she finds it yummy. :) Then there was the seafood platter which had a cold crab on the center. And I'm seriously telling you that for the first time in my entire life up till now, I finally used the 'kiap' thing to break open the crab and reveal its flesh. Super cool. I got laughed at throughout the whole tedious process of breaking the pincers because apparently the girls find me amusing enough to be 'battling' with a non-alive crab. But I felt a surge of satisfaction upon my victory because its REALLY my first time eating a crab from scratch. Haha. In other words, I'm not a bimbo like what yizhen was saying OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the meal ended off with me, myself and I getting drenched from waist down because I got carried away with talking to mao, then I spilled a glass of water and got those staff busy with cleaning up the mess I accidentally made. Haha. Super embarassing, because I allegedly screamed on a high pitch note when the water molecules got themselves stuck onto my jeans. Gahh. Okay, photos below. I'm lazy to blog further on minute details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Be-Early Birthday XINRU!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 344px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full clique like once in a blue moon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 336px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 341px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel a sticky sensation on my eyelids. Its probably because the makeup cleanser did not dissolve my eyelash glue. Ta-dah. Maybe I'll consider dipping my whole face into a pail of makeup cleanser next time to see if my face turns out glistening clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, the title of this post is as such because our theme for the night is supposedly BLACK &amp;amp; WHITE. But I didn't had time to edit the photos much, so wells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm currently on the MSN call with mao. Super cool for a mountain tortoise like me who hasn't gotten my hands on MSN for more than a year! :) Alrights, ending off here tonight because I still have a problem on hand from wei which I promised I MUST solve. Will post it up tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7680294172373194334?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7680294172373194334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-and-white-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7680294172373194334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7680294172373194334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-and-white-affair.html' title='a black and white affair'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2727796114921355057</id><published>2009-03-25T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:03:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponder</title><content type='html'>I swear. Never in my 18+ years of life, I've felt like this. Not when I changed schools. Not when my parents quarrel. Not when my previous boyfriend left me. Not when I see my eyecandies walking past. Never. Its an indescribable feeling which I detest to the max. It puts me into a daze at random timings of the day. It makes me feel worse, coupled with sore throats and loss of voice. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm glad time is making me feel happier. Its no wonder the saying goes 'time is precious'. Just like wounds heal against time, this inexpressible feeling is subsiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness to the max! Happier posts in the following days to come! Retail therapy in hours to come! Then dinner with the girls. I do wonder how long more I can call them 'girls'. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2727796114921355057?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2727796114921355057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/ponder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2727796114921355057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2727796114921355057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/ponder.html' title='ponder'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2911832864739394936</id><published>2009-03-24T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:56:04.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman killed after being hit by train at Clementi</title><content type='html'>Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've grown to be more aware of local happenings, news on commuters falling off the station platforms have been uncountable. I honestly and sincerely plead for the relevant authorities to do something about this whole series of unfortunate occurrences. Although in previous cases, not all were fatal accidents, but just one will be enough to send citizens rattling off on the many aspects of taking the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're too lazy to read on the episode this morning, apparently, a woman was hit by the train this morning at Clementi MRT station and she died. Due to this incident, the route between near stations were affected. Not much details on what exactly happened were furnished in the article though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I feel that those stations without the platform doors are practically staged for accidents to arise.Standing on that platform and overlooking the tracks draws a fine line between life and death uh-huh? Just imagine one day you're chatting happily with your friends, some kids fooling around knocks into you and hey presto! You may just end up with some parts broken or even you-know-what. Everyone says SAFETY COMES FIRST. You hear the generic voice every couple of minutes saying "please stand behind the yellow line". But ask yourself, hasn't it become so familiar to you that it fades into the background and you totally do not realise that it comes on ever so frequently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to google around and see if SMRT have been plotting measures to prevent such phenomenon from recurring but I supposed they are now planning to build 'platforms with doors' like those stations on the North East Line. Either that I can suggest them building barriers such as those in Sentosa monorail stations. And these structures have to be up fast. You never know what can happen still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference: &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090324/tap-290-woman-killed-hit-train-clementi-231650b.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090324/tap-290-woman-killed-hit-train-clementi-231650b.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2911832864739394936?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2911832864739394936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/woman-killed-after-being-hit-by-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2911832864739394936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2911832864739394936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/woman-killed-after-being-hit-by-train.html' title='Woman killed after being hit by train at Clementi'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7376057885289676496</id><published>2009-03-24T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:38:11.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>find me a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once, I thought the world blacked out on me.&lt;br /&gt;And then the spotlight shone.&lt;br /&gt;With me on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;A cloud of storm hovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know.&lt;br /&gt;The lights will be back again.&lt;br /&gt;Soon.&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/4573948997722726576-7376057885289676496?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7376057885289676496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/find-me-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7376057885289676496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7376057885289676496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/find-me-title.html' title='find me a title'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2487065265706089907</id><published>2009-03-23T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:47:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untidiness brings about business</title><content type='html'>I thought today would be a great day for clearing my messy desk and that piling stack of clothes in my wardrobe. Or in actual fact, I thought keeping myself busy would be a great way of relieving my thoughts. But apparently, everything failed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, my desk has been cleared of overdue receipts, specks of dust and wrappers. But my wardrobe's still one whole big chunk of clothes stacked and rolled into a humongous ball. I think you can call it a snowball effect. The closet welcomed several newcomers into it lately, but I just hadn't had time to fish for them and don them out. And its expecting a couple more coming from the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I cannot be blogging already. Gotta pack the box of Gojane spree loots into parcels for posting tomorrow. Fuck, I hate packing heels for posting. Furthermore, Gojane FORGOT to send them to me in boxes. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2487065265706089907?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2487065265706089907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/untidiness-brings-about-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2487065265706089907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2487065265706089907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/untidiness-brings-about-business.html' title='untidiness brings about business'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5235075445298628761</id><published>2009-03-22T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:46:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because of you</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the midst of searching for new mascaras and bb creams. Any recommendations? :) For mascaras, am considering between Maybelline's Colossal and Chanel's Inimitable. Budget or branded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice is turning coarse. Probably due to the late nights and the levels in my body are almost maxed out. But but but! I'm still actively looking for a job though. Its really bad to be signing off credit purchases or emptying the digits in my bank account. I can spend hundreds even if I stay at home the whole day. With many thanks to the trendsetter of online shopping (I meant sarcasm here). Whoever's reading my blog, find me a job real soon. Promoting, telemarketing, ANYTHING. Admin jobs, I'll consider too, even though its not really on top of my list. Not trying to be choosy here, but getting me in the office is equivalent to being in an empty room with nothing but four walls. Yes, I cannot stand boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly, its a tedious process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I am trying my best.&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/4573948997722726576-5235075445298628761?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5235075445298628761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5235075445298628761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5235075445298628761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-of-you.html' title='because of you'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-3011930182784477392</id><published>2009-03-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:40:55.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 18+1th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 18+1th BIRTHDAY WANG AH MAO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I'm really superstitious but better be safe than never. :) Anyway, its dearest Mao's birthday today! She has grown soooooooo OLD. And I'm so fagged from planning her birthday celebration. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had lunch+dinner at Shokudo once again! This time round we had it at the Raffles City branch though I still preferred the one at Heerens. Reason being there's not much of an atmosphere at Raffles City's branch and there was something missing that I can't put my words on it. Food however, was still as savoury as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the meal at Shokudo, we had coffee at Gloria Jeans. Both Starbucks outlet were so crowded that there weren't enough capacity for six. So wells, we settled for Gloria Jeans. I'm not exactly a hard core fan of Starbucks, but when it comes to service and coffee quality, Gloria Jeans gotta take a step back for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we spent the rest of the night having our usual girls' talk. Actually, I'm really lazy to elaborate on minute details so shall let photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/IMG_0250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01961.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I fell real hard this time, and I'm hoping time will pick me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foolish, is all I can say now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drowning in those thoughts only sinks me deeper into them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-3011930182784477392?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3011930182784477392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-181th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/3011930182784477392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/3011930182784477392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-181th-birthday.html' title='happy 18+1th birthday'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-1019893488152720973</id><published>2009-03-20T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:31:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all in pieces now</title><content type='html'>"My blog is not a platform for clowns to stage their performances on." Yes, I think smart ones understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been sorting out and drawing up the breakdown for my gojane spree items since I reached home. A year ago, I call these my interests, but now, purely 'sai kang' which I gotta clean up before I officially decide to 'retire'. Did not even find time for my Biore pore pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough crap. Had been out the whole day with PC. Went down to the office to return the shirts then we trained down to town and caught a movie which was already ten minutes through. Catherine gave us the movie vouchers so we thought we should just use them up anyway. Supposedly she wanted to give them to the best sales person, whom obviously is Mac. But apparently we were much cuter and lovelier, so it landed up with us. Haha. Ignore my high self-confidence, it won't wear off anytime soon I swear. Anyway, we watched the movie "Coming Soon". First time in my life, I watched a Thai movie in the cinema, a horror flick somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/comingsoonmovie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shan't go into the details but for a movie this short (one hour only), I think I've mis-spent the pair of Cathay vouchers. Yes, the chilling effect was there because I practically had my hands covering half of my face at least for 30 minutes throughout. And someone sitting next to me got so freaked out, swerved to the side, and hit my cheekbones REAL HARD. Its gonna swell up tomorrow. Or maybe, it broke. I'm so going to see the doctor next week if something does happen. Medical fees, I'll claim from her (haha, you guilty one). Oh, and this horror flick did send me screaming at the top of my lungs with those sudden appearance of the gory face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we proceeded to begin our shopping spree! Oh before I begin, I bought a pack of tissues from an auntie in the underpass of Ang Mo Kio MRT. Filled with kindness to the brim. Haha. Nonetheless, back to the shopping part. I know she is so going to be proud that I am mentioning her, but still, I'll like to say that, I ALWAYS LOVE SHOPPING WITH PC. Its like we go totally nuts when shopping and we have similar tastes and yes, best of all, she'll stop me from maxing out my credit cards etc. Lovely lady uh-huh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along today, we shopped, crapped, got stopped to take a survey on Noise Singapore (some art event on display at Far East which I DO NOT understand a wee bit at all) and cam-whore everywhere. Met Harris and Mac at Gramophone too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 598px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, I mispronounced the 'Big Gulp' in 7-eleven as 'Big Slurp' today. Okay, this is so totally random but we both got into so much laughter, I bet eyes were turned on us. Then we were having desserts when I accidentally blurted out that the dessert may contain 'starfish'. But apparently, I meant starfruit. So wells, its just a day of giggles and really hilarious verbal mistakes. My friends are used to that I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mao is compelling me to blog faster. She's such an avid blog fan/reader of mine. Haha. I'm so honoured. Okay, I shall leave the birthday wishes for tomorrow. But before I end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/DSC01944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pink seats on the train totally spells GORGEOUS. I swear. And I shall end off today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of you, I'm now breaking into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-1019893488152720973?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/1019893488152720973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-in-pieces-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1019893488152720973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/1019893488152720973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-in-pieces-now.html' title='its all in pieces now'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4083405563933328632</id><published>2009-03-19T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:47:05.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i went on a roller coaster ride today</title><content type='html'>First I had my happy moments, then sad ones, then now, I'm fucking pissed off. Read on to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my mails just before I left to meet mao today. My inbox was empty then, I mean all mails had been read and replied to. And then when I was happily out of my steaming hot bath, turned on my netbook, a flooded mailbox spreaded across my 8.9 inches screen. Seeing this, honestly, I thought of just shutting the machine down or clicking the red 'x' above. But I chose to reply them one by one as a form of courtesy because I knew some were from my spreers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey presto, there I opened an email with the lady screaming at me for a nonsensical reason. She chose normal postage for her item, but apparently she says she received it via registered mail (the kind whereby the postman knocks on your door to deliver them) and she was very angry with that. She started demanding for her refunds under normal postage, signalling that she will not pay for the additional fees incurred via registered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellos, first of all, I did not even send her item out via registered mail. Its probably the Singpost agent's fault. And she's bullshitting on me. Then, I did not even request for her to pay me the additional $2.25 incurred. I repeat, I DID NOT REQUEST FOR HER TO PAY ME BACK. Then there she is emailing ALL MY SPREERS, with a message that hints an irresponsible organiser here. In all the near hundred of sprees I've organised, I've never met with such a rude and unreasonable spreer. And I'm seriously honestly WONDERFULLY agitated and FUCKING PISSED OFF NOW. I can kill a gorilla, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK. I do not earn from organising these sprees okay. I'm doing a service here, a voluntary one, but I'm getting slammed at for delaying refunds by a day or so. Hello, you have a life, I have MINE too. I'm not hired by you to organise these dumb sprees which I spend hours on packing and posting them, and even DRAWING up the breakdown excel sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, because of this incident, I'm probably bring forth my retirement in organising sprees. All thanks to a very rude and inconsiderate lady who thoroughly pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying to piece them all back again.&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/4573948997722726576-4083405563933328632?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4083405563933328632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-on-roller-coaster-ride-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4083405563933328632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4083405563933328632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-on-roller-coaster-ride-today.html' title='i went on a roller coaster ride today'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4740858686001792914</id><published>2009-03-19T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:40:22.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut off thoughts</title><content type='html'>I think I need a dose of laughter now because according to wiki, laughter is the best medicine for staying happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of minutes ago, I came across my friend's status which says that she is trying to be not disappointed. So I commented that life comes and go so stay happy. However, contradiction is striking upon me because I myself now, ain't having any tinge of happiness in me too. The reason wise I'm not sure how I can put it to words but then, this sudden surge of unwelcoming feeling is spreading all over me. Dang, will chocolates even save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am locking myself up in my room, lying against my bed and blogging these thoughts. So much like an emo kid summoning all courage to slash that blade across the wrist. People tell me the way I blog is so strong, the feelings involved when I blog and the usage of the vocabulary. Well, nothing I can help here since its my style of writing. But I do admit I did change since I moved over from livejournal. What changed me? This may be a difficult question that will take ages for me to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I may blog again when I'm back home tonight. I think I need a couple of comedies to put that smile back in place though. I try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-4740858686001792914?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4740858686001792914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-off-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4740858686001792914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4740858686001792914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-off-thoughts.html' title='shut off thoughts'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-7624275293863675867</id><published>2009-03-19T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:57:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying people</title><content type='html'>Was on the phone with Mao for about two hours just now. Oh mann, how many times we both got into hilarious fits. Haha. :) Anyway, I decided to shall post a short one for the girl who tagged me today. Those who do not know what I'm saying, this is it. Someone by the name of 'Girl' tagged my board today. And her contents were mostly asking me to stop flirting with guys next booth during the IT show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I usually do not delete my tags but since I had so much time and the language this young lady (I assume it should be) was rather crude, it kinda pisses me off. So I deleted it away. And my response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I do not even know who the hell you are. If you do not mind, leave a link behind, I'll confront you from there. Do not hide away cos' it only shows by not revealing your name, you're just here to create troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, IT show is freaking over. I'm just a part-time promoter. Did I step on your toes or whatsoever? I do not even know who I flirted with, HAHA. So for that accusation, I shall keep it under wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I find it amazing you found your way to my blog. Does it mean my blog is so popular that you manage to land yourself right here and start blabbering at me with nothings? Thank you very much for making me feel so noticed and I'm not at all interested in those guys you were claiming next to my booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say. Read this fast cos' I'm deleting this post very soon. Such a nonsensical post to be up here on my blog. Wow, you made a name for yourself for making a fool over here and getting slammed by me. I decided this shall be made a post because cbox has limited text per tag and I do not want to spam my own box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fuckkkk your way home crazy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-7624275293863675867?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/7624275293863675867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoying-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7624275293863675867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/7624275293863675867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoying-people.html' title='annoying people'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-4297008090680434945</id><published>2009-03-18T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:32:54.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme back the old facebook</title><content type='html'>The new version of Facebook sucks totally. OMFG. Instead of friends updates, all I see are quizzes that friends have taken. It fills my entire screen with blah blah.. took the ..... test and results are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change it back for goodness sake.&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/4573948997722726576-4297008090680434945?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4297008090680434945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/gimme-back-old-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4297008090680434945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/4297008090680434945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/gimme-back-old-facebook.html' title='gimme back the old facebook'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-996838394267043611</id><published>2009-03-18T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:23:51.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blue pinafores day</title><content type='html'>Ever since I moved from my previous blog about a month ago, I realised I have gotten the hang of blogging ALMOST every day. That is, with the exception of those late nights. I'm not a party animal who clubs all night from Phuture to St James. And apparently, the last time I went clubbing was probably 23343244357 days ago. I frequently use the word 'homely' to describe myself or just to cover up my lack of night life. But the pure truth about this is LAZY. Yes, and this I shan't elaborate further. To tell the truth, I began clubbing since sec 2. Then the craze eventually died out when I realise clubbing is just another form of partying with more strangers surrounding you. Okay, anyway speaking about my secondary school days, my thoughts flow back to the day I got my PSLE results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, shut up. I bet you people are like rambling on about what this young woman right here is doing by reminising days when phones do not even have the camera function. Amazing uh-huh. Well, I got my results and ended up in CHIJ St Nicholas Girls' School. I have vivid memories of drinking the ice milo from Uncle Mobeen's stall during the orientation day when my mum brought me to the new school to purchase the textbooks and uniforms etc. I went home after that feeling so excited, browsing through my newly bought textbooks and looking at the school pledge and prayers. In actual fact, I'm a buddhist and up till today, I still cannot figure out why my mum (who's a super devoted buddhist) will put me in a Catholic school. No discrimination against religions here but well, its just a question that bothered me for years. And I always forget to bring this up with my mum. I do know for sure that the reason why she chose SN over Nanyang Girls' was that NY's uniform was super ugly. Sorry, no offence but its just an individual's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year spent in the school was with class One Unity, supposedly the best class, which means to say I AM SMART. But this statement did not follow me through my four years though. Haha. I didn't like my sec 1 class because everyone appears to be so friendly on the outside, but secretly, they're like plotting their next steps to achieve the top results. The following year, I got into sec Two Grace with Mr Soh as our form teacher, who has a really smashing personality. Everyone adores him, just a line below admiration I guess. :) The class was lovely, location beside the pond was absolutely perfect for biology lesson with Ms 'Molecube'. Okay, its just a nickname every SN girl will hear of. Then in 2005, I got into Three Purity, with the loveliest teacher you can ever have - Ms Quek. Honestly, I thought she was a boring lady who loves to call up my mum and complain about my studies etc. My mum got sick of picking up phone calls from her at one time. Super hilarious the way my mum tells me. Its not that my mum is as havoc as me, its just that she believes that I know what I am doing. Then, I gradually started to like her because she was the one who did not give up on me even though I always pon her remedials, leaves her homework undone and attire totally off the standard line. In sec Four Purity, she continued as our form teacher and started little pep talks with us during recess times. I remembered clearly once I cried non-stop during the couple of minutes with her. She's so inspiring and motivating that I know I will not be doing justice to her nor myself with L1R5 of 30+. Its ridiculous in some sense because the school set standards for everyone based on PSLE results, and my expected grades were L1R5 of 6 points. Although right till the day I got my O'level results, I still did not achieve this expected grade, I was contented enough with such a tremendous improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in SN was perfect, though speckled with bits of dust at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we had lovely k-ing sessions in the classrooms, mini birthday surprises for our teachers, farewell party for LinFeng who left for Canada and so much more indelible happenings to be listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the mushroom toast.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the mushroom rice.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fruit punch mixed 100 plus from uncle mobeen.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting on the specs stand and looking out to the track.&lt;br /&gt;I miss raising the flag. (cos' I was in NPCC)&lt;br /&gt;I miss morning assemblys when there were uniform checks and everyone struggles to correct theirs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the NP room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing proposals for NP.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing games during NP.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life now can be as simple as before. The other day I was telling my friend that when I was Primary, I only know how to buy titbits and hot dog buns during recess. Then in secondary school, I learn to buy wallets and clothes. Now, I buy my own notebooks and phones. Then few years down the road, I'm going to buy my own car, own home. Life just gets complex as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I just have to accept the fact that life changes, and people change accordingly too. Few years later, I'm probably going to miss a lot more things than now. But then that's another subjective issue to be mentioned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 45px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/shortbanner.jpg" /&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/4573948997722726576-996838394267043611?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/996838394267043611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blue-pinafores-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/996838394267043611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/996838394267043611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blue-pinafores-day.html' title='my blue pinafores day'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-5763647758574597291</id><published>2009-03-17T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:52:53.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and if only the days hasn't ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happened to google on ADHD. And now I know what it means! &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOANNA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. &lt;/span&gt;I do agree with Auntie Cat's presumption. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Newstead Technologies personnel replied me with regards to my online warranty. Now I feel more at ease after settling the warranty issues. I'm not a self-proclaimed IT pro so I'll always prefer to look to professionals when problems arises. Haha. And I'm loving my new netbook so much. My battery lasts for 4+ hours even under heavy usage. And best of all, its sooooooo portable. But one thing weird I realised is that the battery jubs out of the machine. Haha. Photos below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 718px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/Image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 719px;" src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv150/kissthestorm/Image000-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the last post for today. I've been blogging so many post in a day since yesterday. Haha. :)&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/4573948997722726576-5763647758574597291?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/5763647758574597291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/happened-to-google-on-adhd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5763647758574597291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/5763647758574597291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/happened-to-google-on-adhd.html' title='and if only the days hasn&apos;t ended'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-103305149528086632</id><published>2009-03-17T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:38:15.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking too much</title><content type='html'>Its hard to get those images off my mind at times. They're gonna stay put as they are now until I get myself off the hook. I speak to myself words of encouragement, but the myriad of thoughts circling inside me pulls me away from reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-103305149528086632?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/103305149528086632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/103305149528086632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/103305149528086632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-too-much.html' title='thinking too much'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-2262139596531939720</id><published>2009-03-17T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:14:44.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closed off from love&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need the pain&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice was enough&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Time starts to pass&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it you're frozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Found something true&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's looking round&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to hear&lt;br /&gt;But they talk so loud&lt;br /&gt;Their piercing sounds fill my ears&lt;br /&gt;Try to fill me with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know that the goal&lt;br /&gt;Is to keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's greater&lt;br /&gt;Than the rush that comes with your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And in this world of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Yet everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I'm going crazy, maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's draining all of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh they find it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wearing these scars&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vein&lt;br /&gt;That I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;I keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Keep, keep bleeding love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-2262139596531939720?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2262139596531939720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/leona-lewis-bleeding-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2262139596531939720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/2262139596531939720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/leona-lewis-bleeding-love.html' title='Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-9160115781112914300</id><published>2009-03-16T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:53:53.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stagnant in the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for someone to slap me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;a real hard one.&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/4573948997722726576-9160115781112914300?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/9160115781112914300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/stagnant-in-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9160115781112914300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/9160115781112914300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/stagnant-in-past.html' title='stagnant in the past'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-8233234982134489746</id><published>2009-03-16T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:16:48.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT show</title><content type='html'>Managed to clear through my pages of emails. :/ Gosh, four days, 80 over emails from spreers etc. Okay, I'm now planning my retirement from organising sprees. Its simply a waste of my time and most importantly, I do not earn from them even though I spend time sorting out parcels, drawing up excel breakdown etc. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall be blogging about my four days experience working at the IT Show 2009. First time working at this mega event, its definitely not designed for those who are claustrophobic. Those who were there, especially on the last day, would have seen a tremendously overwhelming large crowd being drawn to the exhibition. Even when I needed to take a break to the toilet which was just two booths away, I needed at least 3 minutes to reach there (supposedly it takes just seconds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up at 6:30am on the first day of the show to prepare myself. Stick on my fake eyelashes, draw on the eyeliner etc. Its not being vain, its just a form of respect. Haha. But then, I forgot to drop a tube of my eyelash glue in my bag. So halfway through the show, the one sitting on my right eye began to fall off a little. With no glue on me, PC was suggesting I can get UHU glue to stick it back. Lols. Anyway, the booth was relatively small with 10 staff including me and PC. Okay, let me introduce them one by one. Catherine, who was the only other female in the booth apart from us, is our boss, or rather she was the one who hired us. :) Very nice and caring lady, my loveliest employer ever. Then there was Harris, our another boss. He looks so much like my previous employer when I was promoting credit cards. But then, he was much nicer as compared to the former. Haha. And then he had a son, Joshua who was working in the company also. We call him Josh for short and he's funny, overly-active, crazy and well, so different from his dad. But when he's talking to customer, SO DIFFERENT. Haha. Then there was also Randy who gets hungry very fast and goes crazy promoting his bluetooth devices. And Ashley, who was also a part-time promoter like us but he was also Josh's godbrother. And Edwin who always seems restless but he's very nice and helpful. But then, he's 'dirty' at times. But compared to Josh and Ashley, he's still far from their 'dirty' level. Haha. Oh and Allan who's another staff, but he's always so quiet so I do not talk alot to him. :) Mac is their full-time promoter at Tangs and he's kinda irritating. He likes preaching about his experience so wells, I always prefer to not talk to him that much. Okay, that's the end of my description of my individual colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, sales was quite bad for the first day. :( Super tiring, both of us were in heels and standing since 10am to 9pm. A fucking whole 11 hours, only time sitting were toilet breaks and during meal times. Pathetic huh?! Worse thing was the guys were saying how tired their legs were also and then they realised we were in heels, so they laughed at us for being dumb. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, remnants of the previous day's fatigue still hasn't worn off. But I changed to wearing T-sandals cos' Josh says its alright to wear non-ugly slippers. Anyway, second day the guys got a scolding from Harris early in the morning before we reached. The atmosphere was rather stagnant. Nonetheless, both me andPC were told to take turns to promote at the Epi Centre on the second floor. Randy told PC to take the first shift, so wells, I was naturally posted to the seond one. Sales was better on the second day but at the same time, more verbal promotings were made.&lt;br /&gt;At 5:30pm that day, went down to the second floor with Josh to take over PC's shift. Was so fed up with the crowd at the escalator. Then when we reached there, PC was like so in love with her environment that she did not even want to return to the booth upstairs. So well, I got chased back to level six. But being the usual directions-idiot, PC was so nice to accompany me up. And I stayed there the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Catherine lost her iPhone. Fuckkkk that fella who stole it. She just placed it on the display set of an item we were selling to demonstrate use of it and POOF! it disappeared. She suspected a woman, but well, too many people around, you never know. All of us were rather traumatised with her loss of her iPhone. Mind you, she got it only 1.5 months ago. :/ But apparently, Catherine is a rather optimistic woman so she's not saddened by her loss, she sees it as a material item that's not worth being sad over. Nonetheless, fuckkk that person who stole the phone, do take a lookout when on the streets. You never know when karma strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling kinda faint halfway through the show. Sales was alright, better than previous day. But for my personal sales, well, I shan't discuss further. Anyway, PC continued working at the Epi Centre cos' she loves it there. As for me, I continued staying on the sixth floor booth with the guys. Mac was having exceptionally good sales with 8 speakers sold within a short span of time. Then there he was trying to suan me down because I had no sales. :( But then, Edwin and Ashley were much better. Haha, at least they did not demotivate me. I then changed to looking after the accessories and portable speakers. Ta-dah. But Catherine kept asking me to take a rest, sooooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought my netbook in the morning before work. Its a Gateway LT1002g, its black and only 8.9". Am blogging now with my sis's computer now though, gotta charge up the battery in my room. One thing I felt was absurd was that they charged me an additional 1% for paying by credit card. WTH. Its a renowned brand/distributor yet they still charge for these minute fees. But well, I didn't had time to go source for an ATM to withdraw the money so just paid the additional fees. One thing good was that the guy reduced the price for the netbook by $40 so well, I made a rather haste decision to purchase it. I originally wanted the Eee PC from Asus, but the one I wanted was OOS and the other model was similar to Gateway's one so coupled with PC's help, I decided upon my purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day Four&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning to realise that it was one of those special days of a month for a woman. :( Just my luck to meet with this on last day of the show. Anyway, same routine as before. Sales was super bad for me. With the on-off pain lingering in my stomach, I did not even touch lunch. Then, Ashley joined in with Mac to start demoralising me with their level of sales. X_X Damn frustrating YOU KNOW?!! Its just my luck I guess. But Josh sold a Boston speaker and noted it under my name. Haha, soooooo nice of him. I felt a little guilty though, haha. Afterall, the sale was made by Josh, not me. Although he doesn't need it as he has no sales target, but still, its a matter of principles. Then my pain decided to shut off for a moment and I felt hungry. Had a good little conversation with Catherine over dinner and she was telling me about how she and Harris were colleagues in the past then they came together to set up their own business. We were conversing over Josh probably having ADHD (which I once again forgot what it represents - it literally means being too overly-active; i think its Active Disorder blah blah) and the little antics he came up with when young. After dinner, I think I regained my energy and was so super high. I started selling accessories and quite a few sales made.&lt;br /&gt;Helped with the packing up at the end of the day. Was kinda emotional as its the last day of work and I'll miss working with them soooooooooooooo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there are like so nice. They gave me a free webcam, free Eee PC and Fujitsu Notebook. HAHAHAHA. Okay, its an inside joke. :)  But then, Catherine gave us free Cathay tickets which I had signed for on the third day. It was given by the NETS company personnel because our booth did not charge customers for usage of NETS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'm already missing the times I worked with them. But PC was mostly downstairs, she didn't really mixed around with them alot. And we did not get to chat together during work. :/ Haha. I bet PC missed working with me. Because I do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, listen to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eP9CYECJQFk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eP9CYECJQFk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice right!!! :) Yes, I'm in love with trance music now. The song name by the way is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Autumn Leaves&lt;/span&gt; by ATB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, will be posting up photos soon once I get the photos from them and downloaded the editing software into my new netbook. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;edited//05:01pm - I'm thinking of getting an iPod Touch now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-8233234982134489746?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/8233234982134489746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8233234982134489746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/8233234982134489746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-show.html' title='IT show'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573948997722726576.post-6436597313173100745</id><published>2009-03-16T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:39:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'm jobless again</title><content type='html'>I finally get to blog. Have been so dead tired for the past few days due to long hours of standing from working at the IT show. All in all, a great and memorable experience for me and knowing people from everywhere. I think I'll miss it. Although fatigue took over more than half of the whole experience I had, the remaining ones meant so much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I caught the flu. Have been sneezing non-stop since I got off the train just before midnight. Damn these little germs that got through the firewall in my body system. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about my whole four days at work tomorrow. It'll be such a long long post. Haha. And guess what, I'm currently typing on my newly bought netbook. I didn't know mini laptops are called netbooks. I bet many of you doesn't know too right?! Yea, so now you know. Anyway, its under a brand called GATEWAY. I hope this will be a good buy, if not, I'll kill that guy who sold me this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to replenish my different levels in my body now; blood, sugar and whatsoever levels. They're all super low now. Oh, and I'm officially into the jobless society now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REPLY TO TAGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WJ - Hellos, I know its you, ONG WAI JIAN. F**k you la! I don't even know who you are talking about, and whichever guy you claimed I was intimate with, its probably just my colleague. Playing around and being intimate belongs to two totally different dimensions. I play around with most of my guy colleagues so yes, its nothing too big to be talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YH - You referring to my friend's comment huh?! Naughty your head la! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4573948997722726576-6436597313173100745?l=kissthestorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/feeds/6436597313173100745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-im-jobless-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6436597313173100745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4573948997722726576/posts/default/6436597313173100745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissthestorm.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-im-jobless-again.html' title='and i&apos;m jobless again'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06831993512558249824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
