<?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-28771332</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:32:50.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crimson rose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28771332.post-1906449004756905050</id><published>2007-06-22T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:55:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm such a weakling. i truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I went for a flu vaccination, NOW! I'm down with flu. How weak can I possibly get? Don't vaccines contain weak forms of the germ in order for your body to get immune to them? I went for the medical health check yesterday with Xtina and my results were something that amplifies WEAKLING yet again. The nurse was like HOHO You're underweight. No matter how skinny I seem and stick thin my legs are, I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;once underweight. My minimum weight when I was in SA was what, 42kg? Nice and healthy for a shorty ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear, I was such a bore yesterday as my head was stuff with cotton wool and I wasn't really my nonsensical self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed sandwiches at a very girly cafe along purvis street which had a very pink and purple interior and headed for homemade ice cream at raffles city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns23dJSOEI/AAAAAAAAADs/hkF_Vs9lCuI/s1600-h/DSC07938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns23dJSOEI/AAAAAAAAADs/hkF_Vs9lCuI/s200/DSC07938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078713331134642242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns2e9JSODI/AAAAAAAAADk/Of1tDYJ_Y_o/s1600-h/DSC07931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns2e9JSODI/AAAAAAAAADk/Of1tDYJ_Y_o/s200/DSC07931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078712910227847218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns3UNJSOFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6cljgcxBSTM/s1600-h/DSC07936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns3UNJSOFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6cljgcxBSTM/s200/DSC07936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078713825055881298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns3odJSOGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UCV3r27AohA/s1600-h/DSC07934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns3odJSOGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UCV3r27AohA/s200/DSC07934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078714172948232290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She accompanied the stoned out meee whilst my 05s91 peeps came to find me. THANKS CHRIS :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns4Q9JSOHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VlRod4HzGk8/s1600-h/DSC07942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns4Q9JSOHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VlRod4HzGk8/s400/DSC07942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078714868732934258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Threesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns4i9JSOII/AAAAAAAAAEM/tBElDqoqt34/s1600-h/DSC07944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns4i9JSOII/AAAAAAAAAEM/tBElDqoqt34/s400/DSC07944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078715177970579586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way EEF narrated to us his army stories are very unlike other guys. For one, it was actually ENTERTAINING and I was dying to hear more. He's very animated and dramatic for a guy because he's kinda you-know-what for a guy. Whatever it is, EEF's my boyfriend and there's no disputes about that. I was quite shocked when angeline told me he's going ntu biz, like that's absolutely a blood traitor from my point of view. PHEW man, when eef told me NONO, he's going smu law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm running late for my mega-bang 3 students in a row tuition session which start really soon and meeting sean and the rest and timber later at night :))&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/28771332-1906449004756905050?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/1906449004756905050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=1906449004756905050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/1906449004756905050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/1906449004756905050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-such-weakling.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rns23dJSOEI/AAAAAAAAADs/hkF_Vs9lCuI/s72-c/DSC07938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28771332.post-8363689286811349458</id><published>2007-06-20T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:54:45.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My memory's failing me. The name Dora rings a bell, when I checked out her blog, I realised she knew my plmg friends and brandon too. Was she from handbells too? Sorry Dora, I'm truly sorry but I'm going through the year book now! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I hope, is not the last day I'm seeing Marc before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's up to tricks and more tricks la. We went to minds to play citadel as I'm addicted to it somehow and since we were there, we had dinner there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RniuEtJSN8I/AAAAAAAAACs/6MQAdDcUnUc/s1600-h/DSC07906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RniuEtJSN8I/AAAAAAAAACs/6MQAdDcUnUc/s200/DSC07906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077999975721482178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RnivltJSN-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/0d5KxU0JeEM/s1600-h/DSC07904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RnivltJSN-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/0d5KxU0JeEM/s200/DSC07904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078001642168793058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest thing was, we simply walked out without footing the bill with no evil intentions of course. NO ONE reminded us! So Marc went back to pay whilst I carried on my journey to find rach at attica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RniyJdJSOAI/AAAAAAAAADM/kKQaCbreiZE/s1600-h/DSC07909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RniyJdJSOAI/AAAAAAAAADM/kKQaCbreiZE/s200/DSC07909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078004455372371970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RniyeNJSOBI/AAAAAAAAADU/ob0BVv5WjaA/s1600-h/DSC07915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RniyeNJSOBI/AAAAAAAAADU/ob0BVv5WjaA/s200/DSC07915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078004811854657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the door in Zac's shrek ears. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rniy6tJSOCI/AAAAAAAAADc/tq3Xmttq-Co/s1600-h/collage74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rniy6tJSOCI/AAAAAAAAADc/tq3Xmttq-Co/s400/collage74.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078005301480929314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Look closer at picture 4, those are 2 girls. 2 really HUGE GIRLS.&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/28771332-8363689286811349458?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/8363689286811349458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=8363689286811349458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/8363689286811349458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/8363689286811349458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-memorys-failing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RniuEtJSN8I/AAAAAAAAACs/6MQAdDcUnUc/s72-c/DSC07906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28771332.post-4457378713988520434</id><published>2007-06-19T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:48:45.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met my best girlfriend yesterday to play mahjong with her boo and jin at keppel country club. I was a pig yesterday with the intention to devour everything that my hands could lay on. i won $10 from 20,40 cent. Chelsea could have went home another 19 bucks richer but she made on big mistake in one round. I did all bamboo combo with 2 animal tiles, 2 big cards pong. Shittedly, I didn't remember to take an additional card when I kang so I was short of tiles and cannot game with 7 dai!!! Wanting was the ultimate winner with about $12 I think. Next aim, play 50 cent one dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks was a frenzy, everyday I've to cope with only 5 hours sleep! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are just some pictures on last saturday night at zouk from gen. She promised to send me all but... these are all that I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndIPdJSN2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Ny6veWC95g/s1600-h/856168910l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndIPdJSN2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Ny6veWC95g/s320/856168910l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077606535242332002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndH6dJSN1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/C3r2oUpFfZ8/s1600-h/834963608l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndH6dJSN1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/C3r2oUpFfZ8/s320/834963608l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077606174465079122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Jon the one covering his face in shyness and Lester Pa Chew Cheng in the back ground.&lt;br /&gt;Next row, the currently too sick to get out of bed marcus chin( he's got the fucking hottest mum ever), me damn dumbly implying that i'm fuck faced, gen and adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures from wanting's birthday which I just fell on the sleep a bed the moment I reached as I was dead beat tired from all the cooking. I made own meatball linguine, everything from the sauce to the meatballs, perfectly homemade. Dumplings, brownies, some prawn thingy that I have yet to come up with a name for, tumeric curry chicken wings. I didn't have time to do the beer battered fish nor fry the chicken wings properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndK2tJSN3I/AAAAAAAAACE/lpbKkwkxTBE/s1600-h/collage73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndK2tJSN3I/AAAAAAAAACE/lpbKkwkxTBE/s400/collage73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077609408575453042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from last mambo, which I was dressed like fuck as I came straigh from tuition with no intention of clubbing. marc got so mad at me as I collapsed a few times on the dance floor and was sent home in jon's car for being a drunk mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndLvtJSN5I/AAAAAAAAACU/3QWgWrjD_PQ/s1600-h/803852924l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndLvtJSN5I/AAAAAAAAACU/3QWgWrjD_PQ/s320/803852924l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077610387827996562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RnixWdJSN_I/AAAAAAAAADE/YBEuqsKjR28/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RnixWdJSN_I/AAAAAAAAADE/YBEuqsKjR28/s320/s640x480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078003579199043570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya fuckers, gotta ciao, meeting marc in an hour and i'm still in my jammies. Can't wait to see the rest at zac's party later at night and i'll see dong! the dong i haven met since post prom and i'll never forget for the slap she gave me when she's drunk. However, I'm not enthu about wearing those shrek ears as the door bitch. OH WELLS. FOR ZAC I WILL.&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/28771332-4457378713988520434?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/4457378713988520434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=4457378713988520434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/4457378713988520434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/4457378713988520434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-met-my-best-girlfriend-yesterday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RndIPdJSN2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Ny6veWC95g/s72-c/856168910l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28771332.post-6833596079575898265</id><published>2007-06-12T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:25:08.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I managed to catchup with yilin yesterday. like finally. She's going through such an undeserved rough patch and hopefully, after meeting and talking to some of the guys, she'll managed to understand why bastards will ALWAYS BE BASTARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rm4BGtJSNxI/AAAAAAAAABU/OyrAl1PuQ_M/s1600-h/DSC07902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rm4BGtJSNxI/AAAAAAAAABU/OyrAl1PuQ_M/s200/DSC07902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074995044802508562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some shopping at bugis street as she wanted black shorts and a nice cheap vest, which she bagged them after 3 hours of endless shopping! I only got about 5 new earrings, some from topshop and some cheapo ones and another pair of black shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a mahjong session to attend which have an automated shuffling of tiles thingy and I was supposed to club with the rest of the guys. Gosh, Jon Chua and Marcus were fucking drunk at the end of it and were rolling about in their own puke outside the hotel. I was laughing crazily at them and damn shit, my cam ran out of batt. I wanted to show them what retards they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous day, I had dinner with debbie, sean, jairus, chinaman and regina. I haven't met debbie since like what, our bangkok trip? chinaman will always be a chinaman, ultra scheming con man who tried to steal my tom yam despite my endless threats and how i only allowed him to take my parsley and mushrooms. Sadly, I had to leave early to meet porks and daniel and others that i'm not close to, heading down to butter. My mood for the day was so low like -1oo so cabbing home was the best option for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rm4DWdJSN0I/AAAAAAAAABs/d8mnoiu7qp8/s1600-h/DSC07901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rm4DWdJSN0I/AAAAAAAAABs/d8mnoiu7qp8/s200/DSC07901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074997514408703810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rm4Cx9JSNzI/AAAAAAAAABk/9ufXLqYlsPg/s1600-h/DSC07899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rm4Cx9JSNzI/AAAAAAAAABk/9ufXLqYlsPg/s200/DSC07899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074996887343478578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I look pudgy in the second photo. HOWEVER, i'm still hoovering around 40kg. Which is worrying. In 2 weeks time, I'm going on a rigorous holiday to tibet,shanghai and chengdu. Thus implying, I'm returning back to singapore in a dead man's chest most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run. meeting my ever delicious and succulent hamburger for breakfast before having 3 students for tuition later in the evening and night. TIRING TIRING. Tsk Tsk.&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/28771332-6833596079575898265?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/6833596079575898265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=6833596079575898265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/6833596079575898265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/6833596079575898265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-managed-to-catchup-with-yilin.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/Rm4BGtJSNxI/AAAAAAAAABU/OyrAl1PuQ_M/s72-c/DSC07902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28771332.post-5053565476173251584</id><published>2007-06-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:02:16.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsea's being a good-responsible-singapore-citizen by actively participating in the ever so (disappointing) great singapore sale. Apparently, that was what I told jiajun to convince him to go shopping as well. The saying better late than never clearly does not apply in this scenario where suddenly, all females in singapore believe they're a uk size 6 us 0 or a XS. So I landed up buying size Ms or free sizes, having to alter them to my size later on. What's new man, what's new. My tailor absolutely loves me cos I'm her damn regular customer and the day I stop coming would be after I turn 27 with 2 kids in tow. I bought a white, rocker style, canvas big big bag from guess which dear ting, did not scream guess all over or have the g monograms all over. I GUESS, it's very suitable for a school bag? Ok, that was lame. This particular pair of hot pink shades caught my eye but marc was like u wanna pay for much for plastic? He got me this rather cheap soft toy from toysrus which now guards my bed. The soft toy is.....the no1 fan of mermaid man and barnacle boy! I got 4 dresses and 1 cheery spring coloured corset which did not spell slut. At taka, there's a fair thingy going on at the square in the middle of the basement. Gosh, I actually spent time contemplating between a strawberry shortcake water bottle or a winne the pooh one. I found the exact same design care bears toiletries to the cup i'm using at home. The temptation to purchase it so was HIGH. But, I was like just get the winnie the pooh bottle. Also, I was looking for nice shoes at nine west, there too, had a similar episode where all singaporean women insist they're a size 5. Bye to that wedges and sandal for me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week, I managed to catch shrek 3 with the bastard and zodiac with jiajun, veron and herngliang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RmWIFdJSNwI/AAAAAAAAABM/y1bPa4rfaU8/s1600-h/zodiacposterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RmWIFdJSNwI/AAAAAAAAABM/y1bPa4rfaU8/s200/zodiacposterbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072610182607025922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RmWH_9JSNvI/AAAAAAAAABE/JqJ4Eta9Vmo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RmWH_9JSNvI/AAAAAAAAABE/JqJ4Eta9Vmo/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072610088117745394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac had such a good plot but it was so draggy. Words like 1 year later, 2 weeks later, half a month later were flashing almost every 10 mins. It was annoying and quite a suspense killer in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera's with ting at the moment so I can't upload anything for some time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Veron and I headed down to borders and I purchased 2 books. One principles-business book and one which was about the invention about every thing in this world. down right to screw drivers. They had ipod jackets over at the stationary section but they were for the 1st generation ipod nano not the 2nd generation one! my red love already has dents. sorry my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is in a desperate need of a recolour. The supposed intense red has paled to a bland shade of brown. I'm so going morbid, jet black and prob purple streaks. Be prepared to Say HI with utter diselief.&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/28771332-5053565476173251584?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/5053565476173251584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=5053565476173251584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/5053565476173251584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/5053565476173251584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/06/chelseas-being-good-responsible.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RmWIFdJSNwI/AAAAAAAAABM/y1bPa4rfaU8/s72-c/zodiacposterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28771332.post-2866859221814342913</id><published>2007-06-05T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:43:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't have such a stressful time as some of my other friends when it came to deciding which uni's course I should accept. Nevertheless, I was contemplating between nus and smu's business for quite some time. ntu was just, NTU. You know what I mean...Which did help as I narrowed my choices down to 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I chose, smu's business. It freaks me out as there aren't any really close friends of mine who're going to smu business together with me. Though there are friends in the same course, we're just acquaintances. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-2866859221814342913?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/2866859221814342913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=2866859221814342913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/2866859221814342913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/2866859221814342913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-didnt-have-such-stressful-time-as.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-4668232606843690686</id><published>2007-05-25T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:10:35.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FINALLY, I'VE REVIVED MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that does happen to one who's extremely bored and refuses to get a normal/regular 9-5 or irregular 9pm-4am job. This time, I've removed the usual musicvideo at the front and put in some REAL EAR CANDY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciara's like a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to use rihanna's umbrella as it is so catchy when she does the ella ella ella ah ah ah part. However, doesn't it sound like a rip off ashlee simpson's l.o.v.e.? Where's the originality?! I know the background music does tend to be annoying, as zong once complained one year ago when i put buttons in my old blog. So the comprise is: i'll change the song every week. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done anything particularly exciting for the past week other than attend jaesh's midnightmayhem, toni&amp;guy show, visit the bird park, spend time with marc monster, watch sajc play in the semis (which we painfully lost BUT we'll come back stronger),eat loads of buffets(but still skinny and fatter at the stomach), play mahjong &amp;amp; watch next, pirates!, blades of glory&amp; spidey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068345571982665650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RlZhccjzZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uOorER0HjUw/s320/collage71.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea's ratings for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Next. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@!*$#&amp;$#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) Pirates &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) blades of glory &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Spidey &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; venom's the BOMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird Feeding Bird People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068344442406266754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RlZgasjzZ4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/btcHLHDKyew/s400/collage70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cool Hair Colours that I LOVE from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RlZg6MjzZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kKbjsjdbcBE/s1600-h/collage69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068344983572146066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RlZg6MjzZ5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kKbjsjdbcBE/s200/collage69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RlZhE8jzZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/h8cikyuaQCY/s1600-h/collage67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068345168255739810" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RlZhE8jzZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/h8cikyuaQCY/s200/collage67.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-4668232606843690686?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/4668232606843690686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=4668232606843690686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/4668232606843690686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/4668232606843690686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-ive-revived-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SotHz85--hI/RlZhccjzZ7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uOorER0HjUw/s72-c/collage71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28771332.post-116787608779652579</id><published>2007-01-04T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T10:07:32.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 10 in the morning and Chelsea the compbody is technically unburdened with any workload. On top of that, I swear there're so much viruses and spyware in my office comp that every 10 secs, I receiv an offensive-porno popup. I do not get thrilled nor turned on by such, in fact, crossing my fingers that nobody walks behind me at that moment. So I spent my morning watching ANTM's cycle 7's finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EYcA6YZjTFo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see, for the past week, nothing much has happened. Was at the door for StJames and Attica and those being the last I'll be doing ever.ever.ever I'm still here as bored as before.In future blog posts, I shall tone down on my profanities, little did I know that my close friend's younger sisters read my blog! So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116787608779652579?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116787608779652579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116787608779652579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116787608779652579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116787608779652579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-10-in-morning-and-chelsea-compbody.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116783321670172182</id><published>2007-01-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:35:20.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I asked kevin how was his first day in AC. He said he feels like he's in Chinatown, being surrounded mostly by nanhuarians &amp; rvians, with a meagre number of acsi and mg girls there. I snorted at his remark. By the way, he got rejected by SA via DSA but got accepted by AC. What the hell!? Implications-I truly wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shit tired and I can't type properly, neither can my thoughts flow coherently. My brain's too filled with B&amp;amp;J's. Sal accompanied me to say hi to my waddly penguin at raffles city, as her manager was just behind she could only give us ONEONEONEONEONE scoop per person. Damn! Sal asked why I didn't take choco chip cookie dough since I liked it. My reply was, I had a few scoops of that yesterday already and my stomach's craving for funky monkey, so yeah. Thanks to waddly penguin, I'm growing fat. I bet she wants me to be a junior member at her club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to disappoint you suckers, I promised you that I'll come back to blog again. I know this entry is far from proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, tomorrow, CHELSEA LIM will blog properly during her work hours. Please give me my few hours of watching kenan &amp;amp; kel at my office comp prior to this. winks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116783321670172182?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116783321670172182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116783321670172182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116783321670172182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116783321670172182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-asked-kevin-how-was-his-first-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116600430140816889</id><published>2006-12-13T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:05:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't load any pictures online now cos i can't find my camera cable and i didn't save my photos in the memory stick! damn! that's why i need a new canon, i hate my sony cybershot. mine's ancient man, it's a w5 the first one from the cybershot series, it's now w50. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting work soon at maersk singapore and i think it's going to last me for 4-5 months. though the work's fucking boring, i'm at customers service, the pay rocks, 2k a month. maybe after this job, i'll help my cousin at stjames, cos i really want to get as much experience as i can. since const wants a job in a club, i recommended him to my cousin but the weird thing is she keeps asking if my friend's pretty. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116600430140816889?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116600430140816889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116600430140816889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116600430140816889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116600430140816889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cant-load-any-pictures-online-now.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116567975640597989</id><published>2006-12-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:24:18.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohmygod.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is so embarrassing! The whole interjc paegent party organised by hongjie is so serious! They actually put our photos up on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funkygrad.com/hollywoodglamour/"&gt;this webby link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Now, where can i hide my face? Even more people would come to know that i wore this obiang hotpink dress that was a pale replicate of giovanni's to prom. I was enlightened about it after marcus told me online and asked me if i went down for their interview. HELL NO?! The funny thing is who the hell is the girl representing sa? The guy is fine cos the girls in our school do go gaga over him and at least he's a prom king nominee who is rather highprofile plus good bball skills. Marc chua insists that it should be keane tay! the girl, i can't recognise her face at all, she definitely wasn't a prom queen nominee nor the queen michelle. I figured michelle had more brains and bowling talent than to strut down some runway @ zouk, alongside unrightful representatives of the best looking-dressed from other jcs. Though she might not have represented sa at this party, she'll truly be the rightful prom queen of sa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankfully, i told carmen i'm not into such things. i'm more rooted for animal liberation and meditation and self help for my inner yin&amp;amp;yang stuff. ultimately, turning down the interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116567975640597989?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116567975640597989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116567975640597989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116567975640597989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116567975640597989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116567622953770077</id><published>2006-12-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:57:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chants: i'm docile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, please tell me i'm docile and becoming a homebody whilst every post a level student is becoming a clubber. this is the new identity i'm yearning and STRIVING HARD FOR. HEARD THAT MARC CHAN?! in the end,i opted not to go to zoukout with sal&amp;rach n or milkshake with seangoh&amp;amp;friends. that explains why i'm sitting in front of my comp on a saturday night typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the first day that i breathed in the year end shopping sale air in singapore. the only shop that i charged into was guess. bought marc his first year anniversay present of a nice pair of guess jeans which was on 30%off, while, he knows, so i'm not being cheapskate. DAMN, i should have bought him a belt too!!! he seriously is in need of a leather belt cos he has none. i got myself my 4th guess handbag. sorry, i'm too poor for a chanel or mulberry or balenciaga bag. the one i got for myself is blue and red with some gold bits. marc found it loud, but i really liked the shape of it cos i don't have any bags in that shape and the black version is plain fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/769459/DSC01630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/200/355043/DSC01630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/204981/DSC01632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/200/964893/DSC01632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After meeting my love, i went to citihall to collect my new kimono black birks which was from the madrid 2007 range. firstly, it's cheaper than the old stock that they have in singapore by around 10-30 bucks and it's NOT YET SOLD IN SINGAPORE. that makes it even more so dear to my heart. this pair wasn't one bit disappointing unlike my previous pair the rainforest flowers in orange or whatever it's called. the pattern struck me as something that was from a toilet tile :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm aware that this whole entry is about clothes but hey, that's what worrying poor chelsea at the moment. COS WHAT THE FUCK AM I WEARING WHEN I START WORKING FULL TIME. i just ordered 3 working tops from wetseal, like JUST. would set me back about $70 plus in total inclusive of shipping. CHEAP RIGHT? that's what i love about online spreeing. though it'll arrive next year only, at least i wouldn't be naked for 3 days at work next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116567622953770077?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116567622953770077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116567622953770077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116567622953770077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116567622953770077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/12/chants-im-docile.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116563821879471406</id><published>2006-12-09T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:23:39.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;dedicated to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was our dedicated to you day. it has a retarded name for a day because a retarded person by the name of chelsea named it to be such. our schedule for the day started with 1. outing to sentosa. turn out: pretty boring as the weather couldn't decide whether to torture us with sortching rays or heavy downpour, hence it gave us an in between of DARK CLOUDS WITHOUT RAIN. other than that, the company was fabulous definitely. after our shower, i brought him to vivo as he has never been there before, being a deprived operational commando boy. like i warned him, he shared similar sentiments that IT'S JUST THE HYPE, nothing fantastic at all, very malaysian vibe and just plain messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/400/81069/collage43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In picture 4, it's the tamagochi that we wanted to adopt but hell, $29.90? I told him just go pasa malam and get an imitation la, pets under my care seldom live past 1 year anyway. Picture 5, probably you can't see the words as it was chopped off is the CHELSEA DOLL!haha. barbie's best friend in my scene. she kinda looks trannified though. picture 6, LOCOROCO! That's the game i've been in love with and at competitive level with marc seeing who can get a higher score.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In a matter of days it would be our one year anniversary. to most of you i believe, you're shocked and probably sympathise marc, don't you? i don't deny that at times when i start pmsing, i'm a maron from hell but thankfully that's once a month and it only lasts for at most half a week. i'm very grateful for having him in my life and never once did i take you for granted marc chan chia heng, unlike you! hmph!  i can't make up my mind where should i get him a leather belt, here in singapore or should i wait for this thurs when i go KL with my mum and sis and scout there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tata, i'm off to meet him for the last time before he goes for his 2 hours notice to move thingy and me for my short trip to KL. zoukout after that, boy am i dreading the non air con environment and sweaty pits which is around my nose level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116563821879471406?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116563821879471406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116563821879471406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116563821879471406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116563821879471406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/12/dedicated-to-you-yesterday-was-our.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116542022358395870</id><published>2006-12-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:54:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some fugly pictures of me in my hot pink dress that I chased my tailor endlessly for and paid her a huge price of $310 for it. GRRrrrr..Did my makeup at bobbi brown's which i have no complainsand hair at estique saloon. I was definitely impressed with what robyn did to my hair cos it's terrible out of shape, short and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/710446/collage37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/400/246530/collage37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1. mr poster boy kah heng 2. van the saboed prom queen nominee&lt;br /&gt;3. the back view of my hair, quite funny 4. busty june 5. sean excellent soccer player&lt;br /&gt;6. aloyius, national bowler 7. andrea the shy prom queen nominee who refused to go on stage&lt;br /&gt;8. marc chua in PINK. 9. grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/489520/collage40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/400/173067/collage40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Tiff 2. javier yong 3. eef,reagan,addison 4. michelle our queen&lt;br /&gt;5. estee whosee gown is lovely 6. yarhmeh the gossip king 7. grace&lt;br /&gt;8. sean wong aka who gets the girls 9. uncle khainam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/219974/collage35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/400/332414/collage35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. class guys: eef,addison,reagan,nick,zong,xavier&amp; reagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.kula 3.dennis 4.gerald chew 5.pong 6.estee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.kumar 8.keane,anand,david,kumar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. the back of our dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/765423/collage38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/400/32797/collage38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1.alex tan 2. javier yong 3. victoria leong 4.yonghui&lt;br /&gt;5. tiff &amp; our trains 6.eef 7.janjan 8. amos 9. gaoli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;my fake eyelashes form shu uemura was fallin out by the time the 3rd dish arrived. And i had to rip everything off &amp;amp; in the end it was destroyed. i announced my arrival at the ballroom with a scream, because my dp stepped on my train. if anyone knew who was my dp, they would be thankful that i didn't fall or my dress didn't rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Post Prom was a blast, with excellent response from general public and saints alike. Problem was there were many runners who were under cutting at the door at $12! There were about 30 ticket reservations. Loves Gerald,Alex, Dong, Veron &amp; Amanda, my co-oraganisers and how can I forget you Mr Zach for sponsoring us :) Thankfully, there were spillovers from FLOW party next door. Other jcians from MJ &amp;amp; IJ couldn't bear rubbing shoulders with xiao boy boys and drinking to a jug of coke light. All in all, if I'm not mistaken, we had about 700 people who turned up at the door:) The drinks were mighty expensive but what's new it's ATTICA afterall. The place where models and SPGs and expats unite with their bulging wallets and not penny-full purses like mine. Skipping meals prior to drinking has always been bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/676808/collage42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/200/280486/collage42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/349132/DSC01550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/200/536506/DSC01550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Skipping 3 meals and your last meal being one of just nibbles during prom was HORRENDOUS. The merlion in me had a higher energy level to expel my undisgested food. So out came my mushroom, broccoli and prawn and bits of chicken, worse still, some landed on vinson's shoe. what a waste of my $65 prom ticket! SORRY &amp; THANKS YOU GUYS FOR TAKING CARE OF ME &amp;amp; MY HOTEL MATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Thank you all for making this possible! The list goes on and on. From saints, ex saints, ex school mates, pioneers, my door bitch, bus driver, just EVERYONE. loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AbMWLlu4YsmLEOA&amp;notag=1"&gt;more photos at prom and post prom&lt;/a&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/28771332-116542022358395870?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116542022358395870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116542022358395870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116542022358395870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116542022358395870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom-heres-some-fugly-pictures-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116477171329494835</id><published>2006-11-29T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:41:54.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been doing much to prepare for prom except destroy my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her i wanted dark brown with copper red high lights. i had copper red hair with FUCKING ORANGE HIGHLIGHTS. i'm sorry miss but i can't walk out of your shop unless u remedy my hair and i can't face anyone in this state. shut up sean, i bet your laughing ur ass off and regret taking a photo of my flaming orange highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she swabbed green over to sort of neutralise it. so now my hair's back to how it has always used to be. natural brown and my high lights are green-blond which are thankfully quite unnoticeable. hopefully after a few washes, it's going to be blond instead. THANKFULLY, MY HAIR'S UNDAMAGED. though i feel fucking cheated off my $90 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on mon,i met jan to do her clutch and shoe shopping. evening met anand to do RANDOM SHORTS AND TEE shopping. sigh. it reminds me that i haven't settled anything except my dress and shoes makeup and hair. clutch couldn't arrive in time from asos. my post prom party dress too! i'm so not looking forward to prom. my dress is to be collected today in fact but before seeing it, i'm loathing it. caine urged me to get a new dress but i was like, i need a post prom dress more badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i met jan, we were playing a stupid game on giving ourselves 10 sec to look round any shop before we spot what we think is the ugliest item in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we agreed on this pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/920204/%21cid__kinky-1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/200/322536/%21cid__kinky-1115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from charles and keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anand and i played guess the price game. in ralph lauren, the sales girl were telling us to f off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata fellas, i need to rest well for 56 hours of not sleeping. and a TAN COS IT'S FINALLY NOT RAINING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116477171329494835?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116477171329494835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116477171329494835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116477171329494835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116477171329494835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-havent-been-doing-much-to-prepare.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116433483412727064</id><published>2006-11-24T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:20:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am in my ten thousandth attempt to log into friendster but simply can't. Porky says it's something to do with my cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'please explain to the techidiot what in the world are COOKIES'&lt;br /&gt;'aiyah, it's just something that you can't eat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marc o' marc. I'm supposed to do movie marathon with him today and go momo with rachel tonight. but my feet's stopping me, it HURTS! he just got his red beret yesterday to congrats to you brown-black one and completed his 72 km route march. saying: 'i'm covered with blisters and abrasions at places unknown of (unknown of???) and the pain is free flow'. free flow sounded like he just came back from a buffet or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i'm free on sunday. ok at least quite free. cos sat will be marcing during the day,night at dxo, sunday blank, monday, MAH JONG totally and andrea at vivo in the evening, tues, time to PAINT MY HAIR RED with mr half deaf, wed, sally wong remember we're supposed to tan and mambo at night, thurs-sunday, BIG BOYS TOYS AT THE EXPO. gosh. i'm finally doing a little work with of cos party on thurs night. Following Tues would be prom and post prom omg. and i've only cleared about 50 ticks on my side! wed piano lessons again:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate working. the earliest i'll start full time work would be next year either at deb's dad's forex company or at kpmg. no way am i working with my sister! but i need to. i don't have as many yusoff ishaks in my account anymore. i've busted $1000 since the a levels ended of cos including my dress and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i can't help pitying the officer who's in charge of the pes e people whom are mostly half deaf. they have to shout everything at 180 decibels. imagine saying attention and all you see is a bunch of army boys still zombing around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116433483412727064?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116433483412727064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116433483412727064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116433483412727064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116433483412727064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-i-am-in-my-ten-thousandth-attempt.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116429465424958494</id><published>2006-11-23T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:10:55.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally at the board games cafe, minds with the CMBE people after their bio mcq. Crazy man, after so much studying, sheer hard work, still wanna torture their brains with board games tsk tsk. Since I was late,crap cabby dropped me on the wrong side of the road, I just ate my lunch at super bowl with debbie and yuzheng. CRAZY. THEY CHARGED ME $6 FOR ONE POT OF CHINESE TEA. which I complete LOATHE CHINESE TEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/320/698706/collage34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Met Ting the dead for dinner at brekos which followed with shopping at bugis street cos she wanted to buy this dress that I have and bought it from there a few days ago..rawr man, my feet hurt from wearing the black patent heels, knowing that my left feet's bigger than my right which means more blisters there too. Managed to get earrings and another tunic/dress and shu uemura falsies! Which is probably stupid cos I have no idea how to put them on, I guess I was attracted to the lightings at the tokyo lash bar :S                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/1600/62041/DSC01435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2545/611/200/650217/DSC01435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116429465424958494?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116429465424958494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116429465424958494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116429465424958494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116429465424958494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-at-board-games-cafe-minds-with.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116419587328103523</id><published>2006-11-22T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:28:19.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back and alive cos I DIDN'T GET ON THE TREADMILL. Ya I know, I'm undeniably a big time procrastinator. The closest I did that thread along the lines of HEALTHY was to visit the turkish steam bath and tan in the pool with Claudia. Did those 2 activities count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's us looking all forgy cos of all the mist around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;And there's this plunge pool that I threatened to pee in to scare her. HAHA. Oh well, enough of me and my best attempt at losing weight but I hope marc's doing fine right now. he's doing his 72km route march.. haha He insists that I do foot massages for him over the weekend before we fall asleep on sat night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trigger happy! Tomorrow I'm meeting Sean, Debbie and Ting later in the evening. Sean, Debbie, my ex chem-bio best mates before I left them form the pseudo Arts :( I miss you Sean BIG TIME. It's funny that tomorrow, we won't be studying together like how we used to every single day even on weekends and play german bridge in between breaks and eating buttered popcorn and chips from candy empire. Grace calls him my second boyfriend. HAHA quite funy Grace. I'll be sad when you're going to be the property of MINDEF (that's what Addison calls it) on 18th Dec, hanging around your fellow PES Es. I'll send you off, I WILL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116419587328103523?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116419587328103523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116419587328103523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116419587328103523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116419587328103523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-and-alive-cos-i-didnt-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116416572572944992</id><published>2006-11-22T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:22:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES, it's been an uber long time since I last blogged. Almost 2 months, or even longer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, my first breath of freedom and boy, it smelt like heaven. We went to Vivo and I bought this top from MaryJane's which had billow sleeves and repeated motiffs. Kinda liked it cos it was of satin-alike material:) I was dragging my feet around cos I was so tired and strangely my bladder was weaker than the already-weak one I have. I was running straight to the toilet the moment the invilator said time's up for the human paper. GR. So much for my urologist treatment when I was sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home for dinner with my family and straight after that THE MOST EXCITING MOMENT THAT HAPPENED IN MY HOUSE EV&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage26.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ER TOOK PLACE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a FIRE. I swear. It hit my ceiling which is 3.5m high (considerably higher than a HDB) and there was a black patch right above it. we've patched up the black patches already. I was so gan cheong that I was the first in my family to dash to the door and of all the numbers I should have dialled, I called 911. Stupid me I know. I'm not posing off as an American so save your breaths if you're about to call me retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri, I went to make my prom dress which is so long and mermaidish! I'm regretting now, cos many have said I suit a cocktail playboy kinda dress. Haha. No, but generally a flirty cocktail dress which covers my ass of course. Then I went midnight a semi accurate definition of skinny dipping with Marc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Marc's day. Wore this stupid chiffon tube from Mandee which was good at hiding my tummy fats. It's FATS not an adorable lil tummy Sally. Met Wanting after that and she came over for a slumber party. which we both just ended up zonking out asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, what did I do? oh yeah! Meet Sally for a quick shop! I bought my prom shoe! Bought tops after tops, dresses after dresses and Christina's bday pres. There's this one dress I bought that Wanting likes, maybe I should go back to buy it for her:) I fell in love with my shoe when I saw it with marc the other day, it's from Nine West. And all my other shoes that I bought online, hopefully, you better be arriving soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage26.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage26.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet angmoh but I was too late and he has about to kill me cos he'll be late for work. Sorry, don't kill me later when I meet you later at night alright? Then BBQ dinner for Christina which I only attended for 15 mins cos my parents were dragging me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, it was Rach's birthday. I'll elaborate more when I have the time but here are some picts that my friend helped me get from sarah's blog and mostly frm sally's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seafood was very fresh without a doubt but the sauces and seasoning was just alright. I felt that the main bulk of the cost went to the main ingredient itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now! Getting a tan with Claud now! Piano lessons with 2 students, collect all m new clothes from the tailor, and gymming with the andmoh at night. Wish me luck that I don't get eaten up by the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I need ask a few fashion questions. Obviously, i'm somewhat talking to myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White jeans, bootcut, tunic tube with bootcut jeans?long jackets which are loose and not cropped?kitten heels?silver butterflies? all out right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116416572572944992?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116416572572944992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116416572572944992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116416572572944992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116416572572944992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-its-been-uber-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116105637739879757</id><published>2006-10-17T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:39:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too lazy to type&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116105637739879757?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116105637739879757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116105637739879757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116105637739879757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116105637739879757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-lazy-to-type_17.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116035920884682567</id><published>2006-10-09T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:00:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it me? Is this the effect of pmsing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really feel like lashing out on you but I know it's not rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll just blow out of portion and me being the bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why are you &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; shitty to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe you're just not made of that material&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116035920884682567?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116035920884682567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116035920884682567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116035920884682567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116035920884682567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-it-me-is-this-effect-of-pmsing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-116030925848709310</id><published>2006-10-08T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:11:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I should be studying real hard as it's really the final lap. One night+day of distractions, God please don't punish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was jonathan's birthday with some of his other friends and we bought him&lt;br /&gt;a cookie monster soft toy from toys'r'us which was huge! Just before that, the halloween toys caught our attention. Temptation that we couldn't resist.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/DSC01297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/DSC01297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/DSC01301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/DSC01301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurrying along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With us in our party hats&lt;br /&gt;With the birthday boy refusing to smile at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/DSC01307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/DSC01307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/DSC01308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/DSC01308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was delayed so, I had to give Han's fantabulous bbq a miss in order to be on time to meet my dear that I haven't seen for 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/DSC01313.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/DSC01313.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AbMWLlu4YsmLDLg&amp;amp;notag=1"&gt;More photos here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-116030925848709310?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116030925848709310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=116030925848709310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116030925848709310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/116030925848709310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-i-should-be-studying-real-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115967223591084100</id><published>2006-10-01T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:10:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From now till my A levels END, I'm so not gonna put up any photos anywhere cos I look yellowish and FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, there was mid night shopping at Marina Square yesterday. But it wasn't as crazy as their last mid night shopping during Chinese New Year. &lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: I was doing math till 10:48 while the people around me were jabbering non stop. So 11pm was "closing books" time, THAT'S WHY Sally and I did my form of exercise at Marina Square. There was this 50% off everything in Roxy/Quiksilver. I know I've out grown the turtle shell bag era eons ago. I saw the same jacket I bought at $45 still on the rack with my size (which is quite rare) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STILL AVAILABLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; This time cheaper somemore. &lt;/em&gt;Ended up buying this exact same teal coloured tank that I wanted to get on an ASOS spree. But I didn't get my order through in time cos Porky didn't format his reply in my behalf the correct way. There was this nice braided orangepink halter that I found real sweet but Sally said we shouldn't buy it cos it makes us look flat. &lt;em&gt;HAHA. CRAZY. &lt;/em&gt;My last item was a long sleeved shirt in navy blue for Marc. FREAKING CHEAP LA, $47 only. I hope I'm smarter this time, I'm always buying him overly metrosexual stuff that he wouldn't wear. DAMN. But honestly, those pieces are really nice except it's hard for a person who only wears black and white tees with jeans to embrace my taste. I'm always telling him not to be upset about being locked up in camp and able to DIG sales and shopping, I'm doing it on his behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was a vnc sale too. All i ended up with at the end of the sale were slippers :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115967223591084100?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115967223591084100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115967223591084100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115967223591084100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115967223591084100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-now-till-my-levels-end-im-so-not.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115953768583321806</id><published>2006-09-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:48:10.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pleased with my econs turnout. But hell, Mrs goh costs $100/hr. Thank God it worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115953768583321806?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115953768583321806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115953768583321806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115953768583321806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115953768583321806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pleased-with-my-econs-turnout.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115927412688885957</id><published>2006-09-26T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:35:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 19 (close to 20) years of my life, I just found out I don't have perfectly straight teeth that has been assured by my dentist and well of course, those aunties that have no prior dentistry knowledge. My back 2 teeth are way out from alignment! I seriously never suspected judging by the condition of my front teeth. It is a fuss to me as it's quite badly crooked and twisted at a funny angle that my tooth brush can't reach the back of my mouth and plague would accumulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot me in a 2 piece braces after my As man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my retribution after making fun of my metal mouth friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I doubt you can see the stretched rubber bands at all cos they are right at the back of my mouth. TOO BAD YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO LAUGH AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest addiction in life which concerns the computer of course, thanks to you (you know who you are!) is spreeing and sgsting. Which I once swore I won't touch as I'm as clueless as the ah pek you would see on the street about LJs. It's life journal man, whatever WERE YOU THINKING. $60 for madrids virgin whisper is quite a steal. Ok, to be precise, $59.93. Oh man, what a untimely addiction. Can't imagine how I survived my O levels being hooked on Gunbound and it's background music permanently planted in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115927412688885957?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115927412688885957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115927412688885957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115927412688885957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115927412688885957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-19-close-to-20-years-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115900101880055068</id><published>2006-09-23T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:43:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just for your sake to be with your crush, i spent the night with TECHNO. thankfully i had some time to have a heart to heart talk with michelle for one hour! i miss her loads :) we were spotting new URBAN males making out on the dance floor. VERY URBAN indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/721453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/721453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/721451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/721451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/721477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/721477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/721492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/721492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115900101880055068?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115900101880055068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115900101880055068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115900101880055068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115900101880055068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-for-your-sake-to-be-with-your.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115850771803635316</id><published>2006-09-17T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:41:58.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was wondering if miracles do happen or is everything a beautiful disaster. At least I'm glad you left me 3 voice recordings, a fairly passable letter with T&lt;em&gt;ERRIBLE ILLEGIBLE HANDWRITING&lt;/em&gt;. No complains on my side, I'm satisfied, even christina thinks it's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;awwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I liked the surprise call even though you had to walk out to the jungle to find the malaysian line (so the charges won't be freaking $2 per min, starhub get a life!) to talk to me and some smses during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid wanting is rehearsing rihanna's unfaithful so she could sing it to me on wed/thurs.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PUN INTENDED. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in loving memory...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115850771803635316?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115850771803635316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115850771803635316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115850771803635316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115850771803635316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-wondering-if-miracles-do-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115840231807472072</id><published>2006-09-16T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:13:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mood/spirits have been downcast since hmm...394754857 years of chelsea's version of days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, it's even worst than the tense atmosphere that haunted me during the prelims. if i had a choice, i would rather take prelims all over again. that's how forlorn i'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2 per min calls internationally provided by starhub. what are they fooling at? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOTALLY CRAZEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  imagine the number of ben and jerry's ice cream cones you have to forgo JUST to talk to your loved one. sad to say, he would rather forgo me than his ben and jerry's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that I need to answer by myself but I just can't find the right answer. So please,could you please help me out here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's a loved one? Someone's heart for you to trample and stamp on?&lt;br /&gt;2) Together, forever. Is it a dream that's so hard to accomplish even with your best girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;3) Is everything a beautiful disaster? I wish kelly clarkson could help me answer this tough one, since she sang the song.&lt;br /&gt;4) Am I soft hearted? or just someone who has no goals in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the next one is a stupid candypop question that I wish I could answer it myself.&lt;br /&gt;5) Jonathan or Hady? JONATHAN LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115840231807472072?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115840231807472072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115840231807472072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115840231807472072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115840231807472072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-moodspirits-have-been-downcast.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115776800995382141</id><published>2006-09-09T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T10:13:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More yakking in pyjamas.home clothes in bed. How sinfully unfruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/Picture%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/Picture%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/Picture%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/Picture%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115776800995382141?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115776800995382141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115776800995382141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115776800995382141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115776800995382141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-yakking-in-pyjamas.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115767966702694224</id><published>2006-09-08T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:23:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone rang at 4:15 am this pumpkin who lives in choa chu kang, in desperate need for more east coast-siglap air was standing at my front door. Within the next few hours, the cloudless sky was simply irresistable so we opted for a dip. I badly wanted to skinny dip instead but shit, we live in singapore, typical asian country, contrained by moral values. Being the usual lazy ass I am, I spent 98% of the time in &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; pool only. the horizontal deck bed jacuzzi pool, love it when you can just lie there, fall asleep with bubbles surrounding you. Check, check, check it out fellas. &lt;em&gt;Embrace Villa Marina&lt;/em&gt; the same way I did 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know the pictures seem really tiny on my skin, so kay poh fellas, if you want, just click to enlarge. &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AbMWLlu4YsmLCPg&amp;amp;notag=1"&gt;more photos here&lt;/a&gt; and i've updated my links page&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tata, I'm off to change to meet sean at millenia walk. Can't wait to use my new roxy jacket, which I bought for $45.50!. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TELL ME IT'S CHEAP RIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In size 8, colours white-black with stripe of baby green blue in the addidas material , without loud roxy slogans or logos flashing across or HOOD WHICH I USUALLY HATE.. I couldn't &lt;em&gt;RESIST&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115767966702694224?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115767966702694224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115767966702694224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115767966702694224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115767966702694224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-phone-rang-at-415-am-this-pumpkin.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115751733206392390</id><published>2006-09-06T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:35:32.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The simple reason why I haven't been studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ladies &lt;em&gt;DROOL&lt;/em&gt; with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's ANTM : MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaZLBiddP6w" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115751733206392390?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115751733206392390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115751733206392390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115751733206392390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115751733206392390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/simple-reason-why-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115742373309696524</id><published>2006-09-05T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:35:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;        Loved Saturday : cranked-sick-omgish, I'm better at illustrations that elaboration. Any of my teachers would tell you that.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage3.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/28771332-115742373309696524?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115742373309696524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115742373309696524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115742373309696524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115742373309696524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/loved-saturday-cranked-sick-omgish-im.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115734634119136701</id><published>2006-09-04T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:05:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anybody wants good deals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good condition too with more coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://auctions.yahoo.com/sg/user/chelseathegreat87"&gt;chelsea's yahoo auctions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115734634119136701?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115734634119136701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115734634119136701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115734634119136701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115734634119136701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/anybody-wants-good-deals-good.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115725082519536267</id><published>2006-09-03T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:46:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ting and I caught&lt;strong&gt; DEVIL WEARS PRADA&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. After waiting for it since the posters came out in July? It was a &lt;em&gt;tad&lt;/em&gt; disappointing to be honest. So what if the clothes were drop dead droolable, prancing girls in sizes 2 and 4 full of&lt;strong&gt; RUNWAY&lt;/strong&gt; material. To me, I believe it's rather normal to spot a singaporean girl in a size 2 or 4, so &lt;em&gt;WHAT'S THE BIGGY&lt;/em&gt;? I'm a size 00 by the way. That's what the whole shows about practically. With bits and pieces of human warmth, emotions and &lt;strong&gt;SO DEAD PREDICTABLE&lt;/strong&gt; personal relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plainly, ONLY the complete&lt;em&gt; AIRHEADS&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; down to earth, &lt;em&gt;HIGHLY&lt;/em&gt; deprived of lavishing would give the show &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:):):):):) , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;worse still : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABEE BOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, can we catch it for the 32947464832 th time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nevermind, the plus side of my day was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my pasta was filled with mushrooms! my love, to some, their hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) finally sticking the buttons on my shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) debbie's thoughtful gift to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Carrying my new aunty bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) to put my arms round my ting once again :) When somethings in life just don't change. Planting love bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/aa791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/aa791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115725082519536267?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115725082519536267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115725082519536267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115725082519536267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115725082519536267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ting-and-i-caught-devil-wears-prada.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115724942593769498</id><published>2006-09-03T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:10:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Sean would like a new&lt;br /&gt;fresh look, so this is all I could help him with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115724942593769498?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115724942593769498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115724942593769498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115724942593769498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115724942593769498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-thought-sean-would-like-new-fresh.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115699276825851155</id><published>2006-08-31T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:27:39.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Very Quickly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the weekend, sore eyes hit me! It wasn't clear whether it was due to protein built up in my lenses or just a viral infection. Whichever it was, I had my prelims the following week and it made my eyes close up. It was very very irritating. Making matters worse, my papers were like F***, especially pure math. Geog and econs were alrighty but I have severely horrible time management. So much for eating and lying down on my bed to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Studying's never fun though some people might disagree. Some lose loadsa weight when under stress, so much till their hands and wrist and WHOLE BOODDYY look like they're skeletons. It's also when you calculator just throw tantrums and pmses on you during your paper. -right- Sometimes, you're so stressed that you take a deep plunge from a high rise flat in boonkeng just to end your life, believing that it's the only way to solve your misery. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heaved a sigh of relieve after yesterday's econs paper 3 :) I attempted all macro questions which were my love and forte and quite manageable but I screwed my 25 mark question! &lt;strong&gt;haiyoh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To soothe my aching heart, Eef and I went to feast at Shaw centre but Yuriya was closed at 3, leaving us to settle for lousier Jap food :( We caught breakup which was &lt;strong&gt;RETARDED/COMPLETE WASTE OF MONEYS.&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to check whether they had sneaks for the devil wears prada which they obviously didn't at 2 pm. No pretty persuasion so we had to settle for the break up. Whilst walking along the corridors, a gem stone shop caught my eye. It was selling &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinosaur eggs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I should buy it and cook it for tomorrow's breakfast. The store next to it was selling a vintage phone which I wanted very much to have it in my house. If my house was to be burgled, upon pressing the first 9, the gun would be shot straight into my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the evening I went to meet Claudia at spotlight as she needed art materials for the art project and I was buying junk and we headed down to China town to make elastic waist belts &lt;em&gt;WHEE!!&lt;/em&gt; I'm definitely going back to make more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115699276825851155?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115699276825851155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115699276825851155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115699276825851155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115699276825851155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-very-quickly-over-weekend-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115630368771314737</id><published>2006-08-23T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:28:08.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how I actually agreed to let my mum drag me to Ling Zhi over the weekend. Located at Liat Towers by the way, it's increasingly hard to find vegetarian restaurants in town. It's actually a 100%, no cheating, pretty hard core vegetarian. It was a course meal so naturally there would be the usual appetiser, soup and salad and sorts.&lt;strong&gt; LOOK AT MY SOUP&lt;/strong&gt;, I almost puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPINACH SOUP&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Who in the world&lt;/em&gt; drinks spinach soup other than popeye? If it was cream of spinach, maybe it's not &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; bad. &lt;strong&gt;Dark green&lt;/strong&gt;! Makes me feel like I'm part of this fish tank that has not been cleaned for eons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people enjoy posting about delicous food and delicacies, I'm weird, I do the reserve.&lt;br /&gt;To balance things up, the following photo's my favourite vegetarian dish created in Singapore really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mixed ingredient Satay&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photo's camera is deteriorating as the days go by. All thanks to my clumsy hands, it drops at least once a day. Thus, numerically speaking, it was dropped about 410 times, assuming that it drops at least once a day. It's camera has down graded to be even WORSE than a VGA camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How shitty can that get.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIKE SO TOTALLY GIRL FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Marc blames my phone camera for producing ugly shots of himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-wah lao, I look so ugly here only. Your camera sucks la&lt;/em&gt;- That's army lingo for you. tsk. tsk.&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/28771332-115630368771314737?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115630368771314737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115630368771314737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115630368771314737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115630368771314737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-funny-how-i-actually-agreed-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115598970797139057</id><published>2006-08-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:21:09.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't do much today. Which is pretty obvious as there seemed to be ample time for me to come online to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a personal target to complete mrs goh's 2 essays today but of course I ended up walking round Raffles City twice wanting to own this nine west bag upon purchasing, MY WALLET WAS NOT WITH ME. My wallet was my replacement, it fitted snugly on top of my policies notes. More about bags, yes I do need BAGS. MARC DO YOU HEAR ME?!? Ah Fuck, getting a lily would seem like hitting the jackpot. I 'm sorry. I'm actually in a mood now. There's no more ice in the fridge and I'm swelting from the heat. You're still my hunhun lah, you're sweet nevertheless, you buy lilies by the STALK. I love them that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the issue about bags, I do need new bags, 2 in fact one big one small. What kind of adjectives were those, big-small. Waisted belts too and erm, more tops and more shorts/bottoms. I have a tendency to rip my pants. Neither artistically ripped like those punk rocker jeans you spot on Lindsay Lohan. ( why lindsay?no idea too.) Nor DO I HAVE A BIG DICK DOWN THERE. It's just me, I believe my centre of gravity is more inclined to my right. I fall, I fall, and roll quite a fair bit. To date, I've ripped 2 shorts, 1 gray with white pin strips and the white one I tore while climbing the school fence. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do if I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)do my revision for prelims&lt;br /&gt;2)get that bag I want and do my intended shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my &lt;strong&gt;SPORT&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a sport I insist, I do find myself &lt;em&gt;BREATHLESS&lt;/em&gt; after a few rounds. Tiring. Bridge! Ok, some people may think it's an uncle game, comparable to solitaire. But who cares!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0872.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0872.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad right my cards. I've been having so many picture cards for so many rounds. TEEHEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the record : JULS CAN RUN FAST AND DO MANY MANY PULL UPS. I THINK 10. FUTURE COMMANDO OR OFFICER. I was just reffering to guys in general. They usually fail due to their run and pull ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115598970797139057?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115598970797139057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115598970797139057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115598970797139057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115598970797139057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-didnt-do-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115590543398938476</id><published>2006-08-18T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:50:34.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wed's going to a holiday for us. Our dear belated polling day holiday, just a few days before prelims and on a wednesday( our shortest day). how ch**po. URGH. I really do hope I can get straight Cs for this time's prelims. Being such a super slow revisioner with yet to cover one full core topic for geog and market structure/failure and bits of my pure math, get straight Cs seem unattainable. Eef's remarks were WHY SET SUCH LOW TARGETS FOR YOURSELF. Great, I feel so stupid and shallow. He's a 9 pointer, so aiming for straight As in prelims seem so ordinary. YAYAYA, I'm like 10 pointer, not forgetting retained with straight Os and highest rank score attained 45 and my mid year's rank score was 38.&lt;strong&gt; LOSER ME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115590543398938476?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115590543398938476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115590543398938476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115590543398938476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115590543398938476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/weds-going-to-holiday-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115590418443198819</id><published>2006-08-18T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:29:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long time since I've blogged with substance. And yes I do some head shaking, an indication that I've &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; blogged with substance. If you agree with the critics, just fuck off and leave me watching skirts fly high alone. Well, that has totally no link to any context I've brought in or am about to plunge into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, a casual friend of mine made me have the sudden &lt;strong&gt;DESIRE&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;DESPERATION&lt;/strong&gt; to apply for PR in Somalia. The emphasis on the words desire and desperate should not be overlooked!!! There are many guys in Singapore who are in Pes A yet unable to pass his pull-ups or 2.4 run. What a waste of good health and talent eh? I hope I'm partially correct to generalise that statement across all the men in our nation. Nevertheless, he's one nice and cute boy. &lt;em&gt;-sorry juls, if you're reading&lt;/em&gt;- Not to mention he's very very very lucky. Having the good fortune to bump into marc on a few accounts. Here's Julius, the funny blurish boy, who once wore an orange tee, stood in front of orange julius and took a photo. The caption was none other than orange julius. duh. It was year ago, but such fresh juices stay in one's mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0867.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's begin with TODAY. I'm still in disbelieve that I walked out on my math paper 1 mock paper. How could I be so easily defeated be 2 sheets of paper that has numbers and a few words and symbols printed on them! It wasn't a killer like papers offered in the top 5 jcs of course. But look at the conditions we were placed in to complete it. Small tables, cramped and low. If I who stands tall at 1.59cm finds the table low, there are hundreds or maybe thousands who would find it as good as a foot stool. URGH. I'm to off to complete my weak attempt of the paper! Wait, I've gotta finish my plate tectonics first! It's been mouldy since I was sec 4, exactly &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; years ago.&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/28771332-115590418443198819?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115590418443198819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115590418443198819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115590418443198819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115590418443198819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-long-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115560886025433860</id><published>2006-08-15T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T10:45:03.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are photos OBVIOUSLY not taken by me whilst I was trying to do tutorials. Thanks Dutch lady. You're LIKE, so TOTALLY, GIRLFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new link up which I took which ex S65 people. How I miss YOU PEEPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/triggerhappy301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/triggerhappy301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AbMWLlu4YsmL6Y&amp;amp;notag=1"&gt;More photos here&lt;/a&gt;, with Christian who's actually a Catholic and he looks like Jay Chou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115560886025433860?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115560886025433860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115560886025433860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115560886025433860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115560886025433860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/these-are-photos-obviously-not-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115548043044934596</id><published>2006-08-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:47:12.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dead beat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear, you exhausted me damn badly. ROAR thanks. But I loved every single minute spent with you, never a dull moment at all :). Since you're going off to Tekong for one week and not taking your lousy phone with you, I shall be all sweet lil girl and blog about how I love you so so much and miss you to the extend that my heart bleeds endlessly. Haha. I hope it'll give you a good reason to purchase a 3G phone, ignore the RULES, man, they're rules for you to break right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't study the whole of yesterday and today. Baked super dark choco chip cookies and muffins! The cookies were kinda unpleasant looking due to my heck care nature, but the muffins! My, I have to admit, they truly melt. I love that recipe. Now, I feel so guilty, my mum's so gonna hammer me flat. She keeps going on about how I shouldn't waste money spent on tuition, especially econs under Mrs Goh, $100 an hour and I have 2 sessions a week with her. Sometimes I truly wonder, if her make up is tattooed on her face or something. I can't get my off her. She's simply too intriguing. I'll go yeah yeah yeah or HUH WHAT but my eyes are fixed on her double layered, one brown one black eyebrow. Is it meant to be like that? Some shadowing effect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've just got some really STUPID photos I took at Rapture. Candid camera me man. I kinda like the few photos below especially. I look like a hungry ghost from the 18th realm. The other, BRUCINA LEE IN ACTION. Totally POW WOW WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/09.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/09.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115548043044934596?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115548043044934596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115548043044934596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115548043044934596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115548043044934596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/dead-beat-dear-you-exhausted-me-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115517879344334499</id><published>2006-08-10T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:59:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the question is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Marc what's your answer?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115517879344334499?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115517879344334499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115517879344334499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115517879344334499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115517879344334499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-question-is-so-marc-whats-your.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115509562524961880</id><published>2006-08-09T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:07:41.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kids At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0824.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiya, shut up if you're about to expel the words "grow up", "retarded", "what the fuck?" I admit from my sincere heart(though it's very very very small judging by the size of my fist.) that I am childlikeee, I indulge in children's activities. With the exception of playing catching and running and other exhausting games that everyone played when they were young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tannlines sale was nothing specular. a lot of unwanted sizes in paragon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, after hardwork from dong!-not to mention her artistic juices eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big hurry now to do the posters and printing to be in conjunction with the councillors. Study lar Chelsea, your geog's lagging behind. Sorry if I offended you, but I have to talk to myself to do some self psychoing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/post%20prom%20ticket%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/post%20prom%20ticket%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Must you get everything stripped down right to a darn plastic bag? yes sir, I do feel the urge to. SO SHUT UP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0689.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0689.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so excited I'm getting loads of yau kwa pau for lunch today. Ignoring the calories and fat content and disgusting pig's intestines and 5 organs. The luxuries of staying in Katong/near Katong. Who cares, just live life to the fullest. My motto and it should be yours too. OOO! But yes, don't disregard karma. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115509562524961880?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115509562524961880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115509562524961880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115509562524961880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115509562524961880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/kids-at-work-aiya-shut-up-if-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115491759888059573</id><published>2006-08-07T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:26:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not many but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AbMWLlu4YsmLtA&amp;notag=1"&gt;More Photos I took at Rapture&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Updated the links list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115491759888059573?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115491759888059573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115491759888059573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115491759888059573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115491759888059573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-many-butmore-photos-i-took-at_07.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115487111798729116</id><published>2006-08-06T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:14:21.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have yet to get all the pictures yet but this is what I've got so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong ding dong. Yes. That's her name. Ok la, I'll be kinder, her real name's dong zheng. Nice girl who's good with photoshop and the artist of the post prom ticket. She's so going to kill me if she sees her face up here. The other's a nice girl my age, maylene. but hey, my blog's well secluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/IMG_1191%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/IMG_1191%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/rapture%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/rapture%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/event%20of%20the%20year%20044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/event%20of%20the%20year%20044.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/event%20of%20the%20year%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115487111798729116?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115487111798729116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115487111798729116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115487111798729116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115487111798729116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-yet-to-get-all-pictures-yet-but.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115474395143644979</id><published>2006-08-05T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:10:40.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justt some stupid shots. I shall quit updating! It's my new resolution! Well, it does seem painful hard to find time to update and not to. Sorry, I know I'm a confused lil girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny cab interior. The uncle was so ah go go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending so much money just to decorate his cab. allocative inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy shoes that I wore last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I even bought such high wedges, probably intending to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to disappoint, I didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0792.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0792.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some photographs I took with nice people last sat (christina n i) and sunday (dweebs on the bus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've yet to post the scandal of 2 people in sajc n thankfully, i managed to take pictures. which is proof to what I'm going to say. I'll be back. I'm off to blow my leaky nose. The aircon at the esplanade killed me yesterday. so much so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28771332-115474395143644979?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115474395143644979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115474395143644979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115474395143644979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115474395143644979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/justt-some-stupid-shots.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115415158429275261</id><published>2006-07-29T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:21:00.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to catch Lake house with a few Bandies. The hurtful fact that my IQ is low and way below average is showing more prominent evidences these days. I got LOST IN SOME PARTS OF THE SHOW. Other than the lovey dovey sweet letters that they sent to each other on a daily basis, I huhhed immediately after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the part :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) how could they even be 2 years apart in the first freaking place?&lt;br /&gt;2) Towards the ending, I know she did change history blah blah, how come he had to wait 2 years to meet her and she just clinged on to the stupid letterbox and didn't need to wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dim, mentally disfunctional. Eef painfully explained point 2 to me about 20 times till I kinda got the general idea. BUT HOLLYWOOD PHYSICS IS STILL WOOLY TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner, I inhaled 4 mouthfuls of helium prior to that. So pardon me for sprouting insane rubbish and rolling all over the place. Sorry people on my left and Sorry people who were behind me and lastly Sorry Angeline, I know my head's extremely angular. I didn't feel hungry since I walloped a medium sized lido popcorn. Yes, I know it's redundent for me to emphasize that it's from lido. However, I feel the need to as lido's medium is considerable bigger than the largest size they have at gv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline and I were poor lonely souls without boyfriends or the lovey dovey around us. Just look at them man. Despite numerous breakups, they've still got THE LOVIN' in da house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't get a better photo upright. They look so moody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115415158429275261?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115415158429275261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115415158429275261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115415158429275261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115415158429275261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-went-to-catch-lake-house-with-few.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115406122178660108</id><published>2006-07-28T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:33:42.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No physical geog today. How devastating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115406122178660108?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115406122178660108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115406122178660108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115406122178660108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115406122178660108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-physical-geog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115400029311725340</id><published>2006-07-27T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:57:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just some random shots of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addi in his in your face pose ; Zong tucking his shirt way in looking eccentric; house along east coast which eef commented that its 2 light bulbs resemble testicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our left handed art piece! sorry, i know we were supposed to be doing the reflections on the service learning. sorry :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's Click and Lakehouse that can work this time! Gao Li insisted that I'm a pirate. Pirate of Singapore - for always watching pirated dvds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SGCSGCSGC. Need to call Yilin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He mentioned your name last night and devulged a little. My heart stopped permanently. It'll never beat again like before. I love you/ I love you not. But I think I still love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115400029311725340?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115400029311725340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115400029311725340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115400029311725340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115400029311725340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-some-random-shots-of-day-addi-in.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115387959848462087</id><published>2006-07-26T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:06:53.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My phone's as bad as a cranked ol transitor radio. Roughly, 7 dents all over the sides and its face. This time, the E900 caught my eye with its ravishing features. Touch screen, good camera good sound and huge  memory both internal and extendable. When the cash flow's in, I can't wait to get my hands on it. Samsung's my love. Without a plan, $656 from M1, pretty reasonable eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/samsung-e900-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/samsung-e900-00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115387959848462087?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115387959848462087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115387959848462087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115387959848462087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115387959848462087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-phones-as-bad-as-cranked-ol.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115379225673712087</id><published>2006-07-25T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T09:51:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later we're gonna bake brownies for tomorrow's service learning day! Only sajc has such a quirky day set aside for us to show the community that we have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'm gonna give you some! You know who you are :) Do bear with the brownie's imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching to get 2 necklaces from m)phosis, one gold one white. The painful wait till Sunday is not speeding up though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115379225673712087?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115379225673712087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115379225673712087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115379225673712087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115379225673712087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/later-were-gonna-bake-brownies-for.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115364538889805426</id><published>2006-07-23T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:03:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to, I want to. But when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get a shirt dress soon with more and more wedges in various colours of the rainbow! Though I know I hardly wear wedges thanks to my ever weak ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115364538889805426?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115364538889805426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115364538889805426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115364538889805426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115364538889805426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/shopping-i-need-to-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115363464919611051</id><published>2006-07-20T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:51:04.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Badminton Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we had to change out of our uniform, my intuition told me we were going to lose! Unmatching shirts, unrepair toilets. Thanks so much for 3 attempts from behind of trying to strip me in the teacher's toilet. Our strategies were kinda stupid, spoken out loud for the opponents to hear. As usual, what's new. That's why we we lost pretty badly haha. But 3rd's more than expected for me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lazy Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racial harmony day! Er, being a nonracialharmonious person, with a half day for sporting achievements, and no lessons in between, it gave me an excuse to be lazy. Dorcas helped me take my geog paper that day and it was horrendous! The worst geog grade ever, big fat E. With that, my rank points fell below my target of 45 which is already very low by most standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful to have dee and val in my kitchen early in the morning and sean, debbie, gaoli for a quick study in the afternoon. I met Yilins for a quick dinner at Marina Square later at night at Changing Appetites. We ordered the meaty combo for 3 when there's technically only one person who had a real appetite. haha. The decor of the place was not bad with cute littly horses everywhere. Sad to say, almost everything on the platter was distasteful and $40 just went down the drain like that. BLEAH. But your company was great, it's been a while since I had a proper heart to heart talk with anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed down to the main atrium to met miss jolin tsai yiling! haha. She's pretty but are her all features down to her boobs fake? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115363464919611051?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115363464919611051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115363464919611051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115363464919611051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115363464919611051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/wednesday-badminton-mania-moment-we.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115318836628719920</id><published>2006-07-18T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T15:12:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Self proclaimed holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With 2 tuitions yesterday and super dry eyes which were blood shot, I gave myself an excuse to stay at home today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had dinner at din tai fung and crystal jade yesterday with char and er bird. My stomach was so bloated that I had a trouble walking and even running for the train! For that, I was late for Miss Yap by half an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just found out that my phone had pretty cool camera features like red, blue, green focus. thanks for enlightening me nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New songs that I love: No daddy by teairra mari and beautiful disaster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Word of the year : emptiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115318836628719920?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115318836628719920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115318836628719920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115318836628719920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115318836628719920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/self-proclaimed-holiday-with-2.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115304841917230178</id><published>2006-07-16T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:13:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite disappointed :( I expected much more from that show, when it's first one was such a blast! It was one of the few shows that I bothered to buy the non-pirated dvd from hmv. Hopefully the next sequel would not disappoint as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115304841917230178?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115304841917230178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115304841917230178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115304841917230178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115304841917230178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-quite-disappointed-i-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115294403070480630</id><published>2006-07-15T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:15:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miracles happen when you believe! Definitely! So much for our initial pathetic aim of 5-21, us being 5 of course. Love you Debbie! You owned the court! 21-12 and 21-5. hurhur. Told you we had chemistry and coordination! We even wore hose house tee together when none of us was from hose. Of all places, my butt hurts big time. It's supposed to be my arms and legs killing me not my butt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear, so are you or are you not my beautiful disaster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He drowns in his dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An exquisite extreme I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He’s as damned as he seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And more heaven than a heart could hold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I try to save him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My whole world could cave in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just ain't right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I don't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what is after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he's so beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a beautiful disaster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I could hold on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the tears and the laughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would it be beautiful? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's magic and myth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As strong as what I believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A tragedy with More damage than a soul should see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And do I try to change him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hard not to blame him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold on tight Hold on tight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm longing for love and the logical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he's only happy hysterical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm waiting for some kind of miracle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waited so long So long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He’s soft to the touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But frayed at the end he breaks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He’s never enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And still he's more than I can take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh 'cause I don't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what is after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he's so beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a beautiful disaster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115294403070480630?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115294403070480630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115294403070480630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115294403070480630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115294403070480630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/miracles-happen-when-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115271248514902991</id><published>2006-07-12T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:54:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today, it was my first lesson with the new econs tuition class. Before the lesson started, I went to Pam's house in the afternoon and I bumped into her brother in the living room in his underwear only. It was so hilarious! He was so embarrassed and hollering at Pam! haha. I've made up my mind about having one content tuition with mr munshi and one practice class with this one. I still won't forget the first time I called mr munshi who's an indian by the way, I was like hello mr man shi. Like some chinese name. How embarrassing! Pam and I got distracted by a classmate and she kept peeping at a someone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was shopping around with Sean. At Nike, the heeren store, this casual, neither running shoes nor dunks caught my eye. Definitely would love to have it!It being a limited edition shoe, it costs $187.90. For a canvas shoe is simply RIDICULOUS. Bearing in mind that I would only wear it for school and formal education is ending soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum dropped 2 bombshells on me today. 1) Hungry Ghost Festival would be 2 whole months instead of the usual one. Remembering how petrified I got just by watching Emily Rose, missing 2 nights of sleep and asking my dad to pick me up in brightly lit places only for one week, I don't know how am I going to survive these 2 painfully "haunted" months. I guess it's a psychological thing for me. 2) She arranged 3 bone setting sessions for me this month. MUMMY WHAT WERE U THINKING! Next saturday's bone setting session would be followed by a boring buddhist charity dinner. Buddhist charity dinners only serve vegetarian food :( I  love poultry and seafood. Hmm, but some vegetarian dishes aren't that awful actually. It's not all about only eating vegetables, there's mock meat too and imitation abalone. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115271248514902991?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115271248514902991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115271248514902991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115271248514902991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115271248514902991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-it-was-my-first-lesson-with-new.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115251381646651340</id><published>2006-07-10T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:31:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;9th JULY in Germany, it's supposed to your swan song. However, you opt to exit your profession by launching your bald crown into the chest of Italy defender Marco Materazzi. How wise. If you didn't, france's performance at the penalty shoot out would definitely be memorable. You were my Mr Cool Magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marc: Can you promise me you won't study so hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chel: But I've lost my momentum already, but if I have the drive to, why can't I?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marc: I don't want you to do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chel: WHAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marc: I don't want you to go SMU. I know you'll go there if you do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chel: At least it beats me going off to Perth right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marc: No, the guys in SMU are good looking and smart. Those in Perth are good looking but useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STUPIDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115251381646651340?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115251381646651340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115251381646651340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115251381646651340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115251381646651340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/9th-july-in-germany-its-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115251217383494372</id><published>2006-07-10T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:16:17.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much for saying I 'll never wear that kimono top again. But the weather failed me and it was thick enough for me to gather warmth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVENT: PUMP IT UP @ DXO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE: 29th July 2006, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the best drink deals and best rewards (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resist this great deal just presentedright in front of you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What MORE can you ASK for ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age Limit: Guys/Girls 18yrs old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ALCOHOLICPARTAYE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hottest party at esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hop RnB ALL NITE to set yourbody grinding all the way on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FloorTechniques Crew (FTC) will be in the house doingbreak dance display from 10pm to 11pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiphop / R&amp;B all night from 9pm to 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout just appearing on the website ofNIGHTLIFE.SG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET SPOTTED!!&lt;br /&gt;Nightlife photographers will be there to take shotsof you and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOT!Be there early so as to not miss em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks 1 for 1 from 11PM to 2AM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC DRINK PROMOS TO PUMP UPYOUR NITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 3hrs of 1-for-1 from 11pm to 2am&lt;br /&gt;2) CHIVAS bottle @$118&lt;br /&gt;3) Absolut Vodka @$108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU RESIST THIS??!&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Shots only at $5 all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$18 per ticket (includes 1 standard drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too hot for it?&lt;br /&gt;If u are at our party, then u are a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;Bring all your friends down at partaye your night.&lt;br /&gt;Be there because it’s the PEOPLE that makes ithappen,&lt;br /&gt;because it’s YOU that makes it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a wild WILD nite of FUN &amp;amp; u definitelywanna be part of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presale tix $18For tickets, please contact now: 98783540 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115251217383494372?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115251217383494372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115251217383494372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115251217383494372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115251217383494372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-much-for-saying-i-ll-never-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115242139580191214</id><published>2006-07-09T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:41:37.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soccer update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so eager to watch the semis but I didn't catch it! Marc didn't wake me up at all though I thought he was supposed to. Glad Germany won! HATE Portugal, I wish someone would banish C Ronaldo! My insides are squealing in excitement to watch Italy hold the World Cup 2006. Some label me as a nutter for such an outright proclaimation of my love for Italy. Haha. Why is it that SAJC didn't reward us with a half day to watch the match in the wee morning? The school still owes us a lot of half days and holidays. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devils Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Daphne would say, OHMYTIAN. I swear it seems like a wartorn warehouse on the inside, with the tiles looking worse than the tiles in my pool. To my surprise/horror/shock, my direct cousin was part of the management for devils bar. Her pupils dilated when she saw me but she was a good sport, no preaching. The crowd was extremely sluggish! I departed at 12 but if I remembered correctly, I only tore a mere 200 tickets. We had the good fortune of controlling the chop but they were really strict with both sexes so a few did get bounced out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. TERRIBLE for the first few hours. Their house dj kz was spinning house and trance. I went in at 11:54 to tell them to change to rnb as it was 12. The indian male manager was like 6 more minutes, wait wait, coming coming. Why do they like to repeat each word twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veron and Amanda never fail to be jolly company! Cheerios Babes! My deepest apologises for being like mount krakatoa on the verge of eruption. PMS la, menses coming. Strangely, I look mighty fat in the photo that we 3 took together when I skipped lunch and dinner that day. Horrible eye make up I had. From now, I'll opt for minimal makeup. I think I look much better that way but I look like a chinese aunty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifestyle's tickets are always so ugly! Thankfully we've got Tiff and gang to draw our post prom tickets. Phuture or Indochine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kimono Tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first and final time that I'm going to wear my kimono top was at vertigo 1 10th june 2006. So many lookalikes on ebay, so many kiddos spotted in it. If my memory didn't fail me, not only were kids dressed in them, but birds too. codes, codes and more codes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For today, I shall spend my rainy afternoon at home, snuggingly up with my bolster. How romantic eh. I'm gonna watch Lakehouse starring Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. Thank You Sutiono family! Tokyo Drift will be coming back tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115242139580191214?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115242139580191214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115242139580191214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115242139580191214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115242139580191214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/soccer-update-i-was-so-eager-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115231875505737901</id><published>2006-07-08T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:07:59.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I baked yesterday and did his birthday shopping! Baking with Xnana at my house was fun, she sweats a lot and she's damn meticulous and hygienic. Since when 5g was equivalent to 5 ml! That was my measurement of baking soda, imagine the diaster. MY COOKIES EXPANDED AND SOME HAD MINUTE HOLES. So there went my supposedly heart shaped cookies as they ended up looking rounds. The taste was magnificanto despite its tragic looks. White chocolate Macadamia nut, which was soft in the inside and crunchy on the out. The cost of the nuts were a killer, though the white chocolate was reasonable. *winks- (X if you're reading this). Pity it didn't look anything like the Subway one. Next time, I'll strive to do better cookies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/file.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/file.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks, you two for accompanying me on a super rush birthday shopping for him! Got him that Tommy Hilfiger shirt he liked but I didn't really fancy it, some zara shirt, boss in motion blue, book 6 and the cookies. Hope it's enough for a perpetually hungry guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice ribbons and paper bag from art friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Post prom: Venue's changing due to blur reactions from some people at the mere mention of Attica. So Zouk Phuture it'll most probably be or Indochine, our second choice. If it's Zouk, we'll have to charter buses which is quite troublesome as chartered buses don't operate past 2AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Wed, we measured our weight in school. Sad to say, I'm only 41 point something. I've recovered the kilos I lost at the stupid camp. The horror of looking at 38kg on the weighing scale when I got back. I really have not much control over my weight. A simple thing like skipping lunch and dinner and cause my weight to dip to a low of 39? When my usual's 42,43 kg. I won't forget that once when I came back from India and Nepal. After days of vomiting and bad appetite there, I came back at 34.5 kg. AMAZING. They should hold TAF camps there. I really hate it when people go on about how skinny I am, cos I guess it's in the blood eh. When I do skip meals, it's not cause I'm on a silly diet! PLEASE! It's either I'm too broke or too busy for meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115231875505737901?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115231875505737901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115231875505737901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115231875505737901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115231875505737901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-baked-yesterday-and-did-his-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115215296667119596</id><published>2006-07-06T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:44:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soccer Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave it to the French to give this World Cup a sense of deja vu. Zinedine Zidane had been there before, standing behind the penalty spot, with a chance to gain glory for himself and France.&lt;br /&gt;With sweat dripping off his bald pate, he faced Ricardo Pereira, 12 yards from the goal. And with the composure gained from so many tough games over the years, he kicked the ball just inside the post. Typical of MR COOL.The shot was perfect. Though the goalkeeper correctly chose a dive to his right, the ball barely eluded his fingertips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a match that turned on one penalty kick awarded and another denied, Zidane's goal in the 33rd minute gave France a 1-0 victory over Portugal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God Arthur persuaded me not to buy draw at half time. For that, I owe you lunch. Mr Zidane, succeeded in making me kick myself for not putting in higher stakes, but I'm grateful, you helped me cover my losses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C Ronaldo nearly created a tying goal in the 78th, when French goalkeeper Fabien Barthez, let his 30-yard free kick bounce off his arms and up in front of the goal. Figo, another former world player of the year, had an open header that he sent over the bar. To hell with Portugal, with their fantabulous acting, diving and exasgerrated painful injuries. I bet when C Ronaldo returns to England, the english would be pelting eggs on him and severely vandalising his private home. And defender Ricardo Carvalho, should be kicked out from MY TEAM (chelsea la then!) for disgraceful tactics of tripping Henry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that, the start of World War III, with France and Italy, finishing their unfinished business. Instead of Winston Churchill against Benito Mussolini, it'll be Domenech against Lippi. Bring it on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115215296667119596?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115215296667119596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115215296667119596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115215296667119596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115215296667119596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/soccer-updateleave-it-to-french-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115200643548981785</id><published>2006-07-05T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:51:48.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I have time today and college day is approaching, I shall write an entry about sajc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Gold with honours Band, never fails to bring home awards of highest order and last year, beating the raffles family FLAT at the SYF. Our SAS boys and SAJC gold with honours plus Top3 and Top2 respectively, good enough to be in presentation night. And where was RJ? I didn't see them performing at presentation night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VTi8KCQ5OI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VTi8KCQ5OI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Dance! Which also never fails to bring home gold with honours year after year. When the judges announced RJ's dance had gold, Miss Sab was like YES!!! Haha, here's their SYF performance.. although it's 6 mins long, i strongly recommend it... for it never fails to invigorate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzNyRp1Frf8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Saints Rugby. Champions for B And A DIV!!! After 17 long awaited years, our A div boys regained our glorious title! We started out on a good note when we reached the semis against AC and finally beating RJ in the finals! The number of Saints that came down for the finals were amazing, our hakka was amazing. Oh my God, even the junior school principal and pastors came down to watch the match, from the sas primary ruggers too. That's truly one family unbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cF3ExFtlDlE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our hockey(runners up), tennis, bowling(champions too), cricket(runners up),waterpolo, soccer came in 3rd! I believe there's more, but I can't remember at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are just merely our sporting achievements, one day I'll be back and go on about the other aspects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115200643548981785?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115200643548981785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115200643548981785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115200643548981785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115200643548981785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/since-i-have-time-today-and-college.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115200211001622100</id><published>2006-07-05T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:40:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BACK TO SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was insantly restless today and completely lost my momentum of studying. Got back math paper today, my grade was alright but I could have done better! If I did the remaining half vector question properly which raped off 5 marks from me and the 5 mark integration properly I could have gotten an A! Not to mention that complex locii question which I did with Miss Yap before, yah, can hit 80 plus. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took some photos in class and Estee was trying to be like rahimah, the idol finialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, I'm in love with Nelly Furtado's Glow and Maneater, Christina Aguiler's Ain't No Other Man, Robbie William's Sin Sin Sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115200211001622100?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115200211001622100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115200211001622100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115200211001622100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115200211001622100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-school-i-was-insantly-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115193186409971638</id><published>2006-07-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:43:07.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH HAPPY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up late today for our tanning session! Achievement of the year. We hardly tanned, in fact, we were swimming instead. What a rare sight haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0664.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0664.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity I shook my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we talked was about food food food and how nice it is to live in east coast with so much good food around us. Each and every single type of local food you can think about, there's bound to be an extremely famous and delicious one near us. Today, we decided to eat Beach Rd Prawn Mee(it moved to east coast) and our "chinese rojak". We didn't know what it was called so we named it such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, it was shopping with James then Charmain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pity I couldn't eat dinner with the rest of the girls, had to head home early! Checked out the zara sale too late! I only settled with one blouse and top for him. It was alright, nothing fantastic, kinda kicked myself for spending $100 in there for only 2 items during a sale, with additional dollars needed on alteration for my clothes. Bebe had nothing nice to offer, it's getting ahma-ish. Or is it just me? With some people out there, gushing on and on about how they love beeee-beeee(that's how she pronounces it, instead of beh-beh). A black crystal cropped pants, freedom ear rings, new dinim shorts my previous one has faded too much for my liking. All these while, I actually looking for a black cocktail dress, but I couldn't find one. And the highlight of the today was: The Abercrombie military handbag! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0668.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0668.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115193186409971638?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115193186409971638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115193186409971638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115193186409971638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115193186409971638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-happy-day-i-didnt-wake-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115189742576077123</id><published>2006-07-03T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:11:30.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman was fantabulous! I think it's way better than Spiderman in terms of plot of course, not just looks and definited muscles. Was his face digitally enhanced? It seemed too flawless and radiant to me that he seemed divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/supermanreturns_releaseposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/supermanreturns_releaseposter.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for The Devil Wears Prada! The casts consist of rather reknowned actresses, so please don't disappoint and live up to the book! With sensuality and witty lines, I AM IMPATIENT! Stupid Marc, he says never in his life has he heard of this book and insists that only idiots read such trash. Thanks, for reinforcing the fact that I'm an idiot. bummer. I've only seen its posters at Lido, why why why, it should be everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/thedevilwearsprada_releaseposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/thedevilwearsprada_releaseposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. Captain Jack Sparrow discovers he owes a blood debt to the legendary Davey Jones, Captain of the ghostly Flying Dutchman. With time running out, Jack must find a way out of his debt or else be doomed to eternal damnation and servitude in the afterlife. Making matters worse, Sparrow's problems manage to interefere with the wedding plans of a certain Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/deadmanschest_earlyposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/deadmanschest_earlyposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soccer Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glen won tickets to catch the Germany Argentina match whilst in the midst of his common test. He sat 18 rows from the front, right where it's the corner kick. I asked the kiddo if he's decked in Germany's jersey or was he just in layman's clothing. His reply was of cos la! I was in Germany's wide hat! Waving their flag with 2 germany tatoos on my face! WHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115189742576077123?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115189742576077123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115189742576077123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115189742576077123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115189742576077123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-mania-superman-was-fantabulous-i_03.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115169071728750562</id><published>2006-07-01T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:05:17.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The End of Block Tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so sleepy for today's Geog paper! My eyelids kept shutting 45 mins through the exam, with about 2 hours more to go. The short mental dozing offs made me unable to complete my paper! With half a Human DRQ undone and half Human essay undone. So much for my morning consumption of yumeishu and waking up early to cover arid and semi arid and tourism for the first time within 2 hours before school starts. The school has now installed some finger print method of marking our attendances and it's to be done by ourselves every morning before assembly and signing out when we leave school! The queues are never ending in the mornings! It's simply crazy la. So for the whole week, I'm considered absent. I have yet to tap my index finger on that 15cm by 10cm machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 things that can brighten up my day: 1) Retail therapy 2) Singing 3) Seeing my boo. Today, I did number 2! Haha. We've finally got together to plan post prom today. Veron, Amanda, Gerald, Alex and I. We're going to be sponsored by lifestylebash.com and hopefully an alcohol company. This time it'll be at Attica definitely, instead of last year's Indochine. Unless there are vehement protests then we'll change the venue. But they're so near our hotel, rather relaxed and unlike gotham, walking up 3 storeys or waiting eons for the lift to come.Also, hopefully kelvin gets to spin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115169071728750562?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115169071728750562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115169071728750562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115169071728750562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115169071728750562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-block-tests-i-was-so-sleepy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115157450059171176</id><published>2006-06-29T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:36:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BARTOP @ DEVILSBAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BY LIFESTYLEBASH.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIC $20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Door bitches for the night: Veron, Amanda and I. We're all saints, how contradictory to the venue, devilsbar. Thankfully, Zac's a damn nice person to work for and a generous wage giver. Not to mention he's not fussy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do count the number of Fs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE&lt;br /&gt;SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTI&lt;br /&gt;FIC STUDY COMBINED WITH&lt;br /&gt;THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The answer : &lt;strong&gt;6 not 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The human brain can't process the Fs in OF apparently.&lt;br /&gt;- contributed by Porky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are S91's beach photos. There's more under the photo gallery&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/at%20the%20beach%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/at%20the%20beach%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/after%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/400/after%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115157450059171176?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115157450059171176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115157450059171176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115157450059171176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115157450059171176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/bartop-devilsbar-by-lifestylebash.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115157283777067530</id><published>2006-06-29T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:24:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Block Tests Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The econs paper was pretty okay but I think I screwed up the part about free trade. The highest I'll probably get is a C and lowest D? Essays are not my main worry, but of course I'm still worried, instead it's the case studies! I'm so lousy at it that I always get single digits hahah. Math paper wasn't as block tests 1's, but I made a few stupid mistakes and there was one complex no question that I did before during tuition yet, I still got it wrong :( One of my probability distribution tables was wrong! Failing is out of the question, so are the As and Bs. Tomorrow's Geog and I haven't touched my economic and atmosphere section which is going to be compulsory for this block tests. Screwed screwed. Hopefully, I'll be able to scrap through like how I've been doing for Geog this year. I'll be contented as long I meet the minimum requirement of 30 rank points so that my parents wouldn't need to come down and see the hods. So much for my pre block test aim of triple Cs. I'm not asking for the never once materialised, I'm just asking for history to repeat itself. To any smarty pants who read this, please stop sniggering. I'm just not an intelligent person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam(I'm sorry I really have to mention you again. MAYBE I'm in love with you. haha.) was getting tired of climbing the stairs to our exam venue today and she said- do we have a lift in a school? Half a year in SAV, and what a question. Pong pointed out that it's crazy to have handicapped toilets on the 4th floor yet we don't have a lift. Sigh, why do SAS have lifts and we don't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly file that Sean helped me to get! Thanks for the efforts of climbing 4 storeys up and walking 3 bus stops worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115157283777067530?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115157283777067530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115157283777067530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115157283777067530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115157283777067530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/block-tests-week-econs-paper-was.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115131843757616884</id><published>2006-06-26T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:31:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And School Begins on a Bad Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so stupid. I left my paperchase file filled with my valuable math outside c402. Thanks Sean for helping me climb back into school to get it. LOVE YOU! TRULY! I've always loved you la, even when you're a mighty mean monster. I was almost in tears when I realised I left my file in school. 2 jotter books worth of my math working for miss yap's homework in preparation for block test2, WHICH IS A LOT! Though it's like only one quarter pure and the rest of stats. Talking about Math, today in the school library, Malcolm Oh asked me a functions question which was really common, something about finding the range of fg. I realised I've completely forgot about functions. I'll have to do major revision for last year's pure Math stuff. Apparently, trigo has been taken out of the j1's syllabus. WHY?! It's my sole Math love since secondary school, to hell with differention integration problem sums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Formal education's ending so so soon, there are already banners in school for college day which is damn near farewell day. SA's definitely a school for me to be proud of and with a pretty good sense of belonging, with many many special people who's helped me a lot along the way. Admittedly, it's not a very conducive place for studies and mugging, yet, there are so many other aspects of it school life that makes SA a highly reccomended school. We've got a college hymn that I love singing too, AC doesn't have one! Soon soon, I'll come up with a list of 50 reasons why I love SA. From, every single freaking soul in 05S91, yes, even mrs wong seng chee who speaks at a speed of 1 word per hour, to our banner making sessions with estee,hafi,pong,pam, to kbox sessions, to rapture, to the damn nice malay food, to shamim, to meena, to potong pasir mrt station, to harbour front, to our fantabulous cultural centre, to miss K, to our generous donors, first class field, to the CHAMPIONS, to the killer Math papers we always get, to our beloved SC. How we would pon some lessons to play monopoly or genja and scream whenever we get to buy the expensive area on the board. Whatever the nasty gossips and rumours, I'm positive enough to throw them into the rubbish bin, right to where they belong. I'm happy with almost every single inch in my life, or at least I'm trying to accept things the way they are and make the best with life and not sit around and mop mop mop, sob sob sob, cry cry cry. But I still love you so, I think of you every minute and do tear a little when I'm studying and I remember that you used to have a frigging tiny yellow pencil case with everything squashed inside. hahah. ok. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just found out today by chance that Cessandra See stays in Villa Marina too! All I knew all along was that she has a bead/necklace shop at Parkway Parade. She was walking her dog in a sundress and her dog was pooping about. There's also Zhu Hou Ren who lives here, seen him working out in the gym. Heard he stays at tower 6 and Jacelyn Tay has a unit just below mine but she rents it out. The gossipy guards say there's Xiang Yun and Edmund Chen here too, whether or not they truly reside here or rent it out, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoppees! I met Marc yesterday for dinner at the most unromantic place-golden mile complex. Haha. He had to do some army stuff and since they took so long to do it, we went to raffles city and suntec to shop shop till 9 before my mum started nagging at me to come home cos I have a paper the next day. I told him I'm look for a new phone, preferrably sumsung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chel: I need a new phone. Oh my, after trading in my phone, I don't have any solid evidence that we were even once dating. All the sweet stuff's in my folders and not on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marc: The day before you sell your phone, forward all of them to me then when you get your phone I'll send them back to your new phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW ROMANTIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charmain's got a new blog too! it's named &lt;a href="http://www.in-my-galliano-gown.blogspot.com/"&gt;GemmaKateNatalia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND BARTOP! @ DEVILSBAR BY LIFESTYLE BASH.COM 8TH JULY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115131843757616884?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115131843757616884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115131843757616884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115131843757616884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115131843757616884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-school-begins-on-bad-note-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115116541021351239</id><published>2006-06-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T12:19:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yays to Mummy. She got stuff for sis and I from Ralph. I heard the sale's good with 30% off everything including new arrivals. Working tops for sis and bottoms that can't fit for me. So I guess they'll end up in my sister's wardrobe. I wanna visit the sale myself! Marc needs polo tees and a belt, he says. BUT WAIT, after the PSP please? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to kbox next friday and meet yilin! the sweet, demure and gentle one. I should learn more of her ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chel: eh, i can lend you shawls for the next social night cos my mum's got a lot of every colour from bei jing recently. pashmina water shawls too. $2 each. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam: i use them. I'll just use the guys over coats. Greg says that's why guys even bring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chel:Frankly, I don't use them to keep warm too. I use them to wipe my mouth. Ah fuck, how unglam. that's why i'll never get to attend any social night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115116541021351239?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115116541021351239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115116541021351239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115116541021351239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115116541021351239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/yays-to-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115115487259445111</id><published>2006-06-24T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T12:25:50.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been extremely physically tired but I don't know why! URGH. Sleep.sleep.sleep.sleep. That's what I did for the entire Thursday and today. How depressing, knowing that I have yet to touch economic geog and finish arid and semi arid, with my atmosphere hanging by in a thin thread and being mighty weak in differential equations and crv and rusty with my Poisson and binomial stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, studying with Sean was not bad cos TCC at millennia Walk was pretty isolated. My stomach was contented cos I ate their potato wedges! It has a cheese dip which was not too rich, not too thin and JUST RIGHT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0651.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0651.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was one hour late! Stupid terminator. And bam, I went for the Mango sale. tralalalalala. Bought 4 tops and still wanting more but my cash flow did not permit. I'm learning good budgeting skill from Pam :) got ration for a PSP. I'm still looking for white cropped pants cos the one I tore during my escape from the camp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol. Apparently there was a freak computer system that didn't record the smses correctly. Matilda didn't get in! WhyWhyWhy! I find her the best female in this series. She happens to be my sister's jc friend and she's been singing at every school function. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I managed to meet my dweebs today and he's a poor thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had to do a 35 km route march. that's like sheer torture. He had to march all the way to fort road along east coast road, back to coastal road, round the airport, back to hendon camp. aiyoh, his feet's blistered and sore. I promised him I'll massage his feet when I met him but I didn't get a chance and he said," no massage ah? I told my bunk mates that I'm going for a massage when I was booking out." Sad.Sad. He's gonna be damn busy for the next 3 months before he can get his red beret, booking out only on sat and Sunday (no weekdays for me:( ) including one month in brunei. oh my, but I MUST AND WILL SURVIVE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When people drop by at my place and are about to leave, I'll always tell them to exit via the back gate because the probability of getting a cab there is so freaking high. Upon reaching the back gate, they would gasp and say," you're right!".haha. That's the mosque on the right by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115115487259445111?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115115487259445111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115115487259445111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115115487259445111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115115487259445111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-extremely-physically-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115096550115954747</id><published>2006-06-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:40:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tired. For the first time in my life, I struggled to get out of bed at 2pm. Last night was rather unproductive, I was feeling hungry most of the time. Hungry for food but not knowledge, how pathetic am I with my block tests in less than a week's time. But it was a nice time talking to Gwen and Wen Yan. Very very heart warming. Anand just targets all his stupid remarks to me all the time. I hope he's fine right now, his operation was at 9pm. His nerves at the teeth better not be rotten, if not he's gotta wear false teeth. HAHAHAHA. And he'll be the worst Hickey giver ever. He's the most 'retarded' person I've met who wants to get married at 21 and plans to sing and play the guitar to one eagles song when proposing to his wife. He even planned the moves, like when it's approaching the bridge of the song, he says, " here, you spin your wife a few times." hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anand was DS kid way of holding a pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beadedaffair.blogspot.com"&gt;Pam's blog&lt;/a&gt; entry previous was about this retainees' syndrome. How true and accurate. Didn't know Riz and Addi felt it too, I've always thought girls were more sensitive to such. I really wanted to call you when I came back from camp, but I was thinking at the back of my head, you're probably watching lord of the rings on tv right now. You were the first person I called when I came back from Nepal-Bangkok last year, Marc was second. The year before, when I came back from India, you were also the first I called, Nicholas second, Porky third. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking of changing the skin of this blog again! I love html and playing around with html. Fine. I should love math, econs and geog more. tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115096550115954747?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115096550115954747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115096550115954747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115096550115954747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115096550115954747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115088505435211767</id><published>2006-06-21T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:18:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did No Studying Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got down to studying for the day yet. OH NO! Nevermind, hopefully I'll catch up later, studying at the airport with Anand, hopefully Amar too. Singapore idol's coming up shortly with LOH WAN HUA from SAJC! I hope she does make it, but I guess it's hard tonight with the RJC girl who is really outstanding. If I remembered correctly, Wan Hua only came in 1st or 2nd runners up in last year's talentime. Wonder how does she cope with blocktests and all that vocal coaching. Whatever it is, I hope she does get it :) It's funny that saints always do make it to showbiz via singing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sole highlight of the day is that I saw Marc today :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look very sickly and gross without makeup. I desperately need a tan but the gear of sprouting darker freckles or more freckles kills me!&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a mere 4 hours or slightly less, I'm grateful enough for his efforts to come down to see me despite the need to rush back to Hendon Camp. There's this commando who died in the Hendon Camp swimming pool yesterday, drowned apparently. I told him to becareful and stay away from that pool man, you never know WHAT LIES BENEATH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115088505435211767?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115088505435211767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115088505435211767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115088505435211767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115088505435211767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-no-studying-day-havent-got-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115071883237071993</id><published>2006-06-19T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:11:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Funny Ways of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to camp on Saturday, I had to walk through the Potong Pasir market cos my dad just dropped me at the MRT. In front of me was a boy who had the weirdest heelys I've cast my eyes upon. He kept falling down! I just couldn't resist, HAD to take it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The camp was so boring. My god, the moment it started, the only thought in my head was to sneak out and EAT! By 9 pm, after our detailed escape meeting, we finally did it! With Dong, Tiff, Karen. Hell Fuck, I tore my new cropped pants while I was trying to climb out of the gate. My too short legs couldn't step on the bottom platform so I literally zoomed all the way down, tearing along my bottoms and my right knee along the way. Thank God Dong was trying to catch me, anyone would think I had to jump off the plane-I'm terrified of heights, even though it's just one storey. Cab here cab there to gather clothes from Qings and Pam Teo. Hahaha it was damn funny! Pam was trying to dress us up and offering accessories to match our already mismatched clothes. My eyes grew to the size of marbles when we reached Esplanade and I ran to glutton bay. hahaa. All of us were wallet-less except karen. Our bags, wallets, everything was locked up. I had useless things in my locker like makeup and that cropped pants. So thanks MR Z for buying my carrot cake-pigging when I'm not supposed to. hahaha. Pam, had to lend me her IC- miss S8730092.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0642.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0642.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiff and I in our cool assortment of clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't dance at ALL due to my promise I made. But I'm glad the girls enjoyed themselves. Hell man, the exco dancers of 05 were hell drunk. And I saw Mr Leonard Wong Sick Wah Yong Fa. I believed I screamed his name way too loud in the toilet. He didn't grow an inch or even a cm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were tip toeing all the way on our way back to our sleeping area, hiding behind pillars squatting, dashing and our hide out was the third floor toilet. The 3 of them were changing back into their once a saint always a saint tees at the back of the cab, since I was in front, I couldn't of cos! So I had to change at the Potong Pasir linear park under a tree. HAHA. We ended up sleeping just outside the SC all thanks to Bryner for shooing us stating that boys and girls can't sleep in the same room, so byebye aircon for us and hello toads and millipedes :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115071883237071993?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115071883237071993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115071883237071993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115071883237071993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115071883237071993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-ways-of-life-on-my-way-to-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115043684785012497</id><published>2006-06-16T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:24:57.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nproductive Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, it took my 2 hours or even more to get out of bed. Woke up at 10:45 but reached town at 2. Oink oink. Couldn't do much for CRV and DE. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0631a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate these two topics the MOST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0628.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the multi mirrored lifts. But i couldn't capture its effect properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear's gonna do parachute jumps today! TWICE! from way up there. Hope he's find and remember the endless drill procedures he's supposed to do :) But he be dweebish at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really don't want to go for that stupid camp!!! Well hey, I'll be having the honour to sleep with Pong and Dee.winks*. BUT, I so wanna go to Couture! Kelvin's spinning too! Can I sneak out of school at night and come back the next morning? Would they notice? Aiyah fuck la. There's Vertigo 2 somemore and Rebirth and BT2! Stupid. Just let me get 45 rank points pleaseeeeeeee? In my dreams, like the picture below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/Hippofied213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/Hippofied213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estee had to take this man. Just had to. Boy I love Pam's hair.. sexayyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115043684785012497?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115043684785012497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115043684785012497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115043684785012497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115043684785012497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/unproductive-dayyesterday-it-took-my-2.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115025832325027131</id><published>2006-06-14T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:12:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Beloved Chang Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got an email from my mum a few days ago showing pictures of the cast in casual clothes. Check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide27hv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide27hv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Predictable. After seeing her in all the LG ads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide169gz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide169gz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Xin Fei. Val thinks she's sweeter than Lian Sheng. Resembles Jolin Tsai though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide94ol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide94ol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Concubine Li aka Lian Sheng! She's s gorgeous in the show and so cute when she got promoted and bully Jin Ying. Muahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide156so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide156so.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DISGUSTING CREATURE. Sucha a bully since young! How dare you throw Lian Sheng's turtle out just like that and discriminating Chang Jin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide118nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide118nn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lady Min. One heck of a funny Lady. Her moto in life was to live in her own self sufficient peaceful world and not stepping on other's toes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide145nw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide145nw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lady Min's disciple. Always popping food into her mouth, practically hungry 247 since young.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide68vv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide68vv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lady Cui. Evil as she may seem in the show, she's really pretty for a Korean eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide37qe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide37qe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So this is what drives Estee and Hafi Gaga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide47qp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide47qp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I NEVER liked her. Sobbing over Min Zheng Hao for decades.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/slide55gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/slide55gg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lady Han, looks more or less the same I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115025832325027131?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115025832325027131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115025832325027131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115025832325027131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115025832325027131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-beloved-chang-jini-got-email-from.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115013015619874167</id><published>2006-06-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:55:36.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My bubblegum pink nails are so badly chipped. My 'complex numbers' is like crap, it's even in a worse state than in BT1. I can't imagine what's it gonna be like when I reach DE. I need super strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yilin actually thought I was referring to Nicholas in my friendster profile. In fact, I was referring to a girl friend of mine. My reply to her was Nicholas: long gone outta my window. Porky: hard to get out. He got stuck. Sorry Porky(if you're even reading this la, but you're too busy watching your soccer, playing rugby and checking out girls in SP), I was really joking. You're still one of my sunshines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I regret purchasing the stupid estee mascara today. What Illusionist fuck. A curling mascara. Not that I don't have a eyelash curler at home. Neither volumising nor lengthening. STUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD me. Really wanted to get hypnose from Lancome since my L'extreme was not bad but the sales girl was busy to even look at me. Fine, I'm so short that I was well hiden behind the counter. At least the guy at m.a.c was attentive. Got the golden bronze loose powder I wanted. Went home knowning I hardly use half the colours I have in my makeup bag. How smart of me. AGAIN. My iq level can compete with Shamim's man. I bet Shamim's gonna be the Prom King la, provided he doesn't run back to his beloved Mumbai, wear his silly turban, clean the windows of the ballroom, carry his power ranger gun, fake oakleys, flowery umbrella and stacks of cardboard that form his settlement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully tomorrow, I'll display more intelligence. Tanning in the morning with Dee at my pool, studying in the afternoon and any movie at 7 in Tampines/Century Square. I'm beginning to love my pool, with the deck chairs lying flat in the middle of the jacuzzi. With that Hawaiian girl with D cup boobs, wearing a nearly see through white G STRING bikini. All the guys just stop and stare at her, esp those 2 spanish dudes-inclusive of Claudia and I. Apparently, she lives opposite my house. Pity, I don't have any binoculars at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115013015619874167?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115013015619874167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115013015619874167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115013015619874167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115013015619874167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-bubblegum-pink-nails-are-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-115001235611278106</id><published>2006-06-11T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:40:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Door Bitching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at citihall to meet Veron and Amanda (my fellow door bitches for the night) and we were all wearing long sleeves! whee! Zach too, so typical of him. Not hot? I was in this pinky flowery silk kimono top that was quite expensive but bought it anyway cos I loved it. Claud keeps saying I look like some GRANDMOTHER tai tai! I'm sure I'll get to use it again, for Racial Harmony Day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0622.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0622.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda and I! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/viewImage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/viewImage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veron and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was kinda slow but picked up pace around 11? I had trouble coordinating my hands and legs. Had to check whether it was a fake, whose signature's at the back and so on. At times, I had to use my legs as a barricade to stop people from moving while I'm tearing the tickets. Yet, my legs seem invisible to some and I had to use my hands to catch them. My intentions were actually to be nice, not to be bitchy. Worse still, someone gave me a fake ticket! It was a name card which was black too and with so many words on it. CRAP! I almost cried on the spot for making such an unforgivable mistake. Met a couple of long lost faces in the queue! Like, Chang Jian! (I actually called him CHANG JIN), SHERWYN! I thought he was in Australia, WeiQi!, Clarence, Alvin (he's a huge Chelsea fan), Leon Ho!, MeiLing!, she was like 'EHHHHH!' , Eileen Ho and Tan. I can't recall names very well. Okay, I admit, I did cheat a little, the familiar faces got more complimentary drinks. I can't help it, I'm biased. Everything there was so so cheap. Chivas going for $118, Jim beam going for $108. They were giving out free shots till everything ran out. My legs and back were so tired! It didn't help that I was dressed in silk. Haha. I had a tiny break at 12:20, Veron took over! So I went in to find Pong! and the rest of the girls to hit the dance floor! Pity I only took 2 sips, I couldn't consume much as I haven't had my dinner and knowing the weakness of the stomach, the end result could be pretty nasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0624.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marc Chua the goofer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't do much after 2 except dance a little for like half an hour and my feet started to hurt. The music was not bad, better than DXO's rnb night. I know my limits regarding funny business, stayed away from guys and even kicked Vins away from my female friend. Standing outside counting the number of tickets torn blah blah in the rain! So my hair was all flat and mascara started running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many parties, so little time, energy and money. Like Couture on 17th June @ DXO! Sally's and Hong Jie's! Do go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pride and ego has been severely eroded. Your diction makes me highly upset and feel like a loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-115001235611278106?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115001235611278106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=115001235611278106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115001235611278106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/115001235611278106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/door-bitching-i-arrived-at-citihall-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114986362036026265</id><published>2006-06-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:56:50.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow will be a boring night for me. Sigh, lonely old hag Chelsea. Door Bitch for the vips till 1 am and rewarding Chivas shots from then on. Better study in the afternoon and get up on time for Mr Munshi's tuition in the early morning. Sunday's Math day with Marc Chua!! Hopefully, his silly jokes can brighten up my week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, I got this, courtesy of Pam's. Zero Point Rafflesian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfeC7RPzmzE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-114986362036026265?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114986362036026265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114986362036026265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114986362036026265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114986362036026265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/tomorrow-will-be-boring-night-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114973587083236941</id><published>2006-06-08T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:05:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up-lie in bed-smell my bolster. It's so standard, my everyday routine. I couldn't stand staying at home, be it alone or not, I just know that I've gotta get out if not my mind won't be able to sit still and devoid all thoughts of you. Met Sean first at Marina Square, followed by dinner with debbie and james included at cafe cartel cine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br?&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;james.me.sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met my class girls later on at lido and we headed down to Zouk together. But I met Ting and her friends when I was there. Spent a lot of time with her instead of my classmates. opps! It was her birthday! Tried calling Estee and Pong but I couldn't get through their phones and Pam said she was with the losers. I hope they enjoyed themselves. Stupid Ting la, drank so much and elbowed my left eye. Grr. I'm gonna strangle you soon! Haha :) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-114973587083236941?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114973587083236941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114973587083236941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114973587083236941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114973587083236941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/wake-up-lie-in-bed-smell-my-bolster.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114958979293490626</id><published>2006-06-06T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:32:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chalet, Act One, Scene 1 : Sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I shall move on to write about Scene 2, The Insane and let photos when it's uploaded do the talking for Scene 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pong and I, Pam and I on our waaayyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hafi the fab beautician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chalet, Act One, Scene 2 : Period of Insanity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. I think Pam was the clear Ultimate Highness. She's so cute when she's high! Look at her facial expressions and her voice was like a half whisper, half excited yet a tinge of innocence. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0609.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could still smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She went downstairs and I don't know how much she drank before I came, but I was greeted by her "I'm not high! I'm just pretending." Hafi! Oh my, she laughs non stop after drinking coke and she protects the coke bottle like her baby. They finished the sprite and all I had left was coke. EWW, I hate coke, I have found it too sweet for my liking. I drank about 4 shots, thankfully they've finished most of the peach, otherwise I would be off my rocker. All I could remember was, the girls carried everything upstairs to our room. Since the room was so messy and packed, we invented a bar inside the cupboard and Hafi was the bartender. Pam was like where's everything and Hafi replied, it's in the bar Pam, you've gotta turn the knob in order to open the bar. PAM TURNED THE KNOB, pushed Hafi in the cupboard and I was using my legs to keep her inside. I don't remember much honestly, except that I pulled Pam's shorts down half way when we were standing in front of the mirror. I kept giggling, singing and I slamming myself into the windows. The next thing I knew was, I just sat on the bed and cried nonstop. Highly embarrassing. Thanks anyways, Hafi and Estee for patting my back and wiping my face with tissue and the rest for not laughing in my face at least. My neck, shoulders and even arms were red. That's how BAD I am. I bet Geri's somewhere nodding her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls decided to join the guys at Changi Village. I was more sober now I believed. Pam was damn funny! Each time we went over a road hump, she would make this funny sound. She was standing behind me with the guys and like "Come come! Let's catwalk in a row! Without moving your head k. 5,6,7,8!" When we were nearing, my god, I think I'm obsessed with tranies. I brisk walked to them and Nick had to pull me back. When I was sitting down walking for the rest of them to come back. Suddenly I got excited and said loook! oh my god. I practically seeing tranies everywhere (but of course, nobody was there) and I was pointing at Pong. On our walk back, we ran into the Police. How fucking suay is that. For the first time, I was like proud that I'm 19 when I'm usually like the aunties, afraid to tell others their real age. WHoppeee! I could actually write my name, add, ic no in my neat straight handwriting! I belive nothing else happened after that cos I really can't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-114958979293490626?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114958979293490626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114958979293490626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114958979293490626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114958979293490626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/chalet-act-one-scene-1-sanity-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114947858720372399</id><published>2006-06-05T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:59:31.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've been through the same thing 9 times. Just 1 more time won't kill you Chelsea. There's no need to feel suicidal. Aights, suicidal's too strong a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brownies turned out fine! Thankfully! The quantity was 3 instead of the initial plan of 2. Due to the fact that I lost my 9 by 9 inch square tin, I ended up using my 9 inch heart shaped tin. Hence, 2 round shaped brownies and 1 heart shaped one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES! Today and tomorrow's chalet day, Wednesday's Mambo Night. Nice way of trying to clear my mind and to stop living in self denial. I give myself 3 days and by Thursday, I must go full force on my studies and stop PROCRASTINATING. Signing off now to pack my bag! I'm supposed to bring vodka for the guys, yet they still had the cheek to ask whether I had any gin at home. Meeting Pong at Citihall at 1:50 cos I wanted to get out of my house fast fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-114947858720372399?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114947858720372399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114947858720372399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114947858720372399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114947858720372399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-youve-been-through-same-thing-9.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114934623970783311</id><published>2006-06-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:37:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow's BAKING DAY. Baking brownies our chalet. Quantity : 2 instead of original's 4. Not only am I lazy, dark hersey's chocolate and walnuts are expensive too. Promicuous Girl by Nelly Furtado's at the top of my head now. It's my part time love. The other half is : Buttons! by PCD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update: removed the background music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-114934623970783311?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114934623970783311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114934623970783311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114934623970783311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114934623970783311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/tomorrows-baking-day.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114934407069482996</id><published>2006-06-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:23:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheap Steals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my fortnightly allowance at the start of the month, hence the rash decision to head down and try my luck in the GSS 06. My stint in Topshop was not bad, I must say. 2 necklaces-3 earrings- black simple top- white button shorts for $95.00. Down 2 levels, Forever21 was pretty packed(as usual). I had a hard time trying to spot Chris man, tipping toe practically all the time, trying my best to spot someone with big curly hair. At forever21, got a shimmery gray top plus earrings for $43. Not bad again. Walked Walked Walked Walked. After the wisma underpass, we steered into Guess. I simply love Guess! Especially Pareeeeeeeessss Hiltooooonnn. I managed to get a gold dressy watch which totally defeats the purpose of a watch- it's so hard to read the time cos the face of the watch is only 1 cm in diameter. Tralala, retarded watch, retarded owner. HMV! Saw a very nice Hed Kandi vinyl cover. Han helped to remove the price tag in order for me to take a clear shot of it. Pretty :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-114934407069482996?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114934407069482996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114934407069482996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114934407069482996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114934407069482996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/cheap-steals-just-got-my-fortnightly.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114932059492723578</id><published>2006-06-03T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:01:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0595.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0595.1.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halli Galli Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was supposed to be WanTing's birthday celebration last night, with 10 of us going. I lied (not on purpose)to her that I can't be there due to a school camp, Siva can't make it, Brandon's statusless. She really believed that I could not make it and was truely SURPRISED to see me there :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Er Bird and I arrived at Holland V together and alighted from the cab a few metres away from the big carpark. She was holding the heart shaped walnut brownie that I baked for Ting while I was holding the kiddy posters that were drawn using CRAYONS for her. My handwriting's kiddy-I can't help it! SHIT! I realised Kelvin Chua's car was like 6 cars behind us and he's coming in this direction and Ting was sitting beside the driver! We grabbed each other's hand and took off but in the wrong direction, on grass and I sprained my ankle. How smart of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Settlers: We played the funniest, noisiest and the most stressful games. While we were eating, we played Cluedo (boring) but Siva and Kelvin couldn't stop dropping excess hints and I and Bird were fighting for each other's cards and detective/clues sheet. The animal game! Wan Ting's retarded la!She made the funniest animal sounds eeyorebabibopopok! What kind of animal makes that kind of noise! HALLI GALLI! The game of the night were Kelvin was the king. Initially, I was on fire man. In 15 mins, the worst Halli Galli player award goes to me. They commented that my voice sounded so manly when I shouted Halli Galli. Cheers to Halli Galli! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0596.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28771332-114932059492723578?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114932059492723578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114932059492723578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114932059492723578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114932059492723578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/halli-galli-nightit-was-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114907844739159935</id><published>2006-05-31T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:31:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/793199018726l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell Was Set Loose On the Dance Floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I was worried sick about the next day as I had to wake up as early as 7:30 and only end the marathon at 3pm, plus no afternoon naps or brands essence to perk me up. Reached Chris's house slightly before 9 and was hanging by her pool to chit chat brain storming on how to sneak out of her house later unnoticed by her mum before heading upstairs. Her room's so cosy! I like! Plushy sofa to handmade decorations and a mini vacuum cleaner sitting by her window ledge. Calls came, nagging at me and her to HURRY UP! WHERE ARE YOU! We couldn't hurry! I was afraid that she would get caught by her mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived around 11:25-which is considered late! The queue stretched hundred metres all the way to Novotel. Moreover, there wasn't 2 lines there were like 5 lines stretching all the way to Novotel somemore! There was barricades all over and opps, we were behind those barricades. Thankfully! Nigel's uncle's friend (yes, the connection's long but helpful) was one of the big bosses there and we managed to cut the queue and get in immediately. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/%21CID__kinky-0585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The smell of body odour hit my nose after 10 steps. They cornered 54 for the 'above 18s', where smoking was allowed. Dancing mambo with Han, Nigel, Christina, Javier, Salleeeehh, Mel and Jonathan was funnnnn. Especially Nigel &amp;amp; Han! Nigel's Mambo Jumbo King man - he's got the moves! Han's the chubby dancer was hilarious! His dance moves were highly unique that when he was in Pure, he said that people started taking candid photographs of him. I believed that I lost 2 kg after the nonstop 2-half hours of dancing led by Nigel and Han of course. Wah! It beats PE lessons any day and more effective in weight lossing. At 2:15, my stomach empty and started rumblinggggggg. We 3 girls, Sal, Chris and I headed to the nearest Macs..I did the eating and they did the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/793216722549l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/793216722549l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/793199018726l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/793199018726l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/793221038736l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/793221038736l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;By the time we got back, Mel and Jon left and there were only a few of us :( The main arena we went and danced for only like what 10 mins? The songs were a little weird. The nice songs had remixes which were as nice as the radio edits. sigh:( At 3 plus, we were sitting outside and snapping shots non-stop, while I was waiting for Claud to come out so that Chris, Han, Claud and I could share a cab home since we all live in the east, along the ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here comes the funny bit, when we were in the cab, Han started gabbering about how techno's nicer than rnb. Claud's ear pricked up and realised that he was the guy that she kept snapping shots in Pure! Even she was amused by him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Definitely FUN! :D Minus the body odour, minus the kids, minus the fact that alcohol consumption were confined to 54, crazy queues, uber packed arena.&lt;/span&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/28771332-114907844739159935?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114907844739159935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114907844739159935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114907844739159935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114907844739159935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hell-was-set-loose-on-dance-floor-i.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114892160020824412</id><published>2006-05-30T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:25:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My Dweebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm glad that I managed to meet my Dweebo today! Time was limited, destination was far. He is still wearing BLACK top and jeans. Already turning 20 soon, yet, he dresses like my baby cousin - Black Batman tee and jeans :S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In the late afternoon, Amar, Karan and I were scheduled to study at the Singapore Swimming Club. Karan's suddenly so motivated to hit the gym, as compared to months ago. Could be due to someone special in his life? I firmly believe so. My my, his mum was hilarious! She called him, wanting to know his whereabouts and kept insisting he with his special girl. Despite denies from Amar and Karan himself, his mum was like, "No, I'm sure Karan has a girlfriend. He probably hasn't told you yet Amar. Why don't you ask him for yourself." Since that call, Karan simply can't think straight anymore. Funny, how parents can read us like an open book.&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/28771332-114892160020824412?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114892160020824412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114892160020824412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114892160020824412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114892160020824412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-dweebo-im-glad-that-i-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114882969439584828</id><published>2006-05-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:24:52.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BORED TO DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I studied near Parkway with Sean(Meena's love for more than a year) after his church service ended. While I was on my way there, I was arguing with Marc over the phone that Parkway Parade sounds more sophisticated than Causeway Point. He said the 'parade' part made it seem so pompous and meaningless. I thought that 'point' sounded worse as so many heartland malls have the word 'point' in their names.&lt;br /&gt;It was really chilly! Opened air area with high speed fans. My goosepimples were 1 cm high. Sean was nice enough to lend me his team sajc t-shirt in XXL. Big enough for big tee pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/!CID__kinky-0578.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/200/%21CID__kinky-0578.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The top 28 finally! But a bit too soon for my liking as there were only 2 episodes of judging rounds. Wanhua from my school, if I'm not wrong, she's from S52, made it to the top 28! Saints, UP AND ON! Another J1 dude made it to the top 60! Pity though, I felt that he has the looks, so eurasianish. PAUL TWOHILL needs a haircut badly! I can't believe he's an ex catholic guy, he looks so un-catholicish. Jonathan Leong, Mr Quando Quando Quando made it too! I love his voice!&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/28771332-114882969439584828?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114882969439584828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114882969439584828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114882969439584828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114882969439584828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/bored-to-death-today-i-studied-near.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-28771332.post-114878357464039693</id><published>2006-05-28T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:24:06.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05S91, Caught In Action&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We really wanted to be good kids, to be diligent and slogging our guts out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/7740.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/7740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was Thursday, second last day of school. The sole reason why the g-m-e people was present for school that day was - PHOTO TAKING. SA was kind enough to hire an external photographer who was extremely creative, in fact the most unique. We didn't do the formal shit, where the shorties (like me) would be sitting next to the ct, hands neatly placed on our laps. The shots were all very creative, we could choose whatever pose, props, backdrop, each clique to a photo and wear anything. We didn't know that of cos, if not we would come prepared. It took very long, cos we couldn't decide what poses were the best. SO, we ended up taking 50 over shots. YES, we were the most troublesome class, even the photographer admitted so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It didn't end then, we strolled back to class, cancelled our math tutorial and continued with our very own self timed phototaking as a class. Sadly, without Janice, the bowlers were bowling quartets that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/1600/7763%20good.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/611/320/7763%20good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Guys need punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/28771332-114878357464039693?l=nastyshit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114878357464039693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28771332&amp;postID=114878357464039693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114878357464039693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28771332/posts/default/114878357464039693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/05s91-caught-in-action-we-really.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
