<?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-12254162</id><updated>2011-05-10T04:21:43.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lupus Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-5050430368561462468</id><published>2007-03-23T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:00:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my birthday, and I'm going to watch the Phantom Of The Opera at the Esplanade later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's opening in Singapore tonight. How cool is that!? Bringing my mom and sister. CAN'T WAIT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sistic.com.sg/opencms/opencms/images/stix/images/internetcontent/phantom0507/images/Sistic-Icon_op.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bf, family and friends are the GREATEST!! *glee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-5050430368561462468?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5050430368561462468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=5050430368561462468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/5050430368561462468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/5050430368561462468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-my-birthday-and-im-going-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-7488508154829717582</id><published>2007-03-16T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:07:54.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to disappoint you, but there won't be any new posts after this. I don't feel like sharing &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;for a while&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy has arthritis. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still nursing a cold/infection/virus. I have been blowing out the thickest, greenest and most disgusting mucus you can ever imagine. Interesting. Luckily there's no phlegm. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been out with my buddies for the lonnnnnnngest time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't taste and smell any food ever since this cold. Eating's no fun at all. My ears are blocked too. Menthol ciggarettes taste like Lights! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, I'm not exactly as happy as a lark these days. Leave me alone for a while, I'll get back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-7488508154829717582?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7488508154829717582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=7488508154829717582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/7488508154829717582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/7488508154829717582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-to-disappoint-you-but-there-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-2736925618009055432</id><published>2007-03-10T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:16:46.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is not a good day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy is very sick and we're waiting for his blood test results to come back. Jojo and Burr brought him to Mount Pleasant last night, and his vet was the ex-Miss Singapore Universe. Lol, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't really get up now and is unable to walk properly. I don't think I will get another dog ever, because I can't deal with sickness and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick at work yesterday too. I had a migraine after lunchtime, and vomitted my guts out again all the way till 6pm. All this while acting as if everything was ok and managed to finish work. I am SuperWoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes someone to have a migraine and then hurls everything up? Brain tumour? Blood clots in brain? Maybe I should go for a CAT scan (you think?) but I'm so terrified of the results. &lt;em&gt;"You have 2 weeks to live... Better do your preparations now..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-2736925618009055432?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2736925618009055432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=2736925618009055432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/2736925618009055432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/2736925618009055432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-not-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-2693703959476215968</id><published>2007-03-07T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:29:03.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did it! Took 2 photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/413376216/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/413376216_66532366ff_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="07 March 07 - new hair!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/413380223/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/413380223_9d9aaa3fac_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="07 March 07 - new hair!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have to cover my face with a mirror. I do not look human today. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/yuck.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/413081230/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/413081230_6f429c0d12_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="28 Feb 07 - fortune cookie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things online that are annoying me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) emo MSN nicks&lt;br /&gt;2) girls who pose with that irritating 'V' sign in all their photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, some people's nicks on Messenger really very emo leh. *cringe* Go write a book or something lah. No need to put on MSN. And I keep seeing certain girls who make the victory sign in all their photos. They think they very chio? Fucking ugly and passe ok. Act glam buay glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to rant. Bad mood. Having period blues. (Evie knows, heh heh heh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-2693703959476215968?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2693703959476215968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=2693703959476215968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/2693703959476215968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/2693703959476215968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-did-it-took-2-photos-sorry-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/413376216_66532366ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-3620857634818166983</id><published>2007-03-06T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:44:51.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GIRLY MEME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. ( )I did ballet&lt;br /&gt;02. ( )I did gymnastics &lt;br /&gt;03. (X)I paint my fingernails/toenails&lt;br /&gt;04. (X)I have worn flip flops as anything other than beach wear&lt;br /&gt;05. (X)I own clothes that are pink&lt;br /&gt;06. ( )I watch Dr Who because I fancy the Doctor&lt;br /&gt;07. (X)I own hair straighteners&lt;br /&gt;08. (X)I drink alco pops (i.e. grape Smirnoffs ice, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;09. (X)I enjoy clothes shopping&lt;br /&gt;10. ( )I keep a teddy bear on my bed&lt;br /&gt;11. (X)I prefer high heels to flats&lt;br /&gt;12. ( )I don't know the "offside rule"&lt;br /&gt;13. ( )I prefer diet drinks to full calories&lt;br /&gt;14. (X)I love bubble baths&lt;br /&gt;15. (X)I read lifestyle magazines&lt;br /&gt;16. (X)Valentine's day is a good thing&lt;br /&gt;17. ( )I would love to have a photo shoot&lt;br /&gt;18. (X)I love to get dressed up&lt;br /&gt;19. (X)I use a hair dryer&lt;br /&gt;20. (X)I am scared of spiders&lt;br /&gt;21. ( )I use fake tanning products&lt;br /&gt;22. (X)I can't change a tyre&lt;br /&gt;23. ( )I can't change a plug&lt;br /&gt;24. (X)I have thought about names for my as yet unconceived children&lt;br /&gt;25. ( )I go to the gym in preference to doing sport&lt;br /&gt;26. ( )I see myself as fatter than I am&lt;br /&gt;27. (X)I like to receive flowers&lt;br /&gt;28. (X)I like things that are pretty for pretty’s sake&lt;br /&gt;29. ( )I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;30. (X)Cushions have a point&lt;br /&gt;31. (X)I accessorize&lt;br /&gt;32. ( )I 'coo' over babies&lt;br /&gt;33. ( )I keep a diary &lt;em&gt;(this blog doesn't count!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. (X)I eat salads in restaurants&lt;br /&gt;35. (X)I am on/have been on a diet &lt;br /&gt;36. (X)I like chick flicks&lt;br /&gt;37. (X)I won't leave the house without make up&lt;br /&gt;38. (X)I enjoyed/would enjoy being a bridesmaid&lt;br /&gt;39. (X)Weddings are romantic&lt;br /&gt;40. (X)I exfoliate my skin&lt;br /&gt;41. (X)I have a skincare routine and stick to it religiously&lt;br /&gt;42. ( )I sunbathe&lt;br /&gt;43. ( )Camping is wrong&lt;br /&gt;44. (X)I like to read books that involve romance&lt;br /&gt;45. ( )I have more female friends than male &lt;br /&gt;46. ( )I don't like football&lt;br /&gt;47. ( )I don't like to do any activities that may break my nails&lt;br /&gt;48. (X)I go to beauty salons&lt;br /&gt;49. (X)I have matching underwear &lt;em&gt;(but usually I don't bother)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. (X)I don't drink pints&lt;br /&gt;51. ( )I like glitter&lt;br /&gt;52. ( )I take vitamin supplements regularly &lt;br /&gt;53. ( )I have read a self-help book &lt;br /&gt;54. (X)I like going into gift shops&lt;br /&gt;55. (X)Chocolate is wonderful &lt;br /&gt;56. (X)I know what pilates is &lt;br /&gt;57. ( )I tell my female best friend everything &lt;br /&gt;58. (X)I own concealer&lt;br /&gt;59. ( )I take great pride in wrapping presents well&lt;br /&gt;60. (X)I have been known to 'flutter' my eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;61. (X)I always take a handbag out with me&lt;br /&gt;62. (X)I use lip balm whether I have chapped lips or not&lt;br /&gt;63. ( )I believe in fairies &lt;em&gt;(wtf)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;64. (X)I enjoyed playing with Barbie/Sindy dolls as a child &lt;br /&gt;65. (X)I own more than 5 teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;66. (X)I own more than 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;67. ( )I worry about cellulite&lt;br /&gt;68. ( )I know the names of all of my friends' children&lt;br /&gt;69. ( )The number 69 isn't just about sex, you know&lt;br /&gt;70. (X)I have more than one hand bag&lt;br /&gt;71. ( )I have no sense of direction&lt;br /&gt;72. (X)It takes me longer than 30 minutes to get ready in the morning&lt;br /&gt;73. ( )I like candles&lt;br /&gt;74. (X)My SO expecting me to be ready to go out in 5 minutes is simply unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;75. (X)I read my horoscope&lt;br /&gt;76. ( )I read my SO's horoscope&lt;br /&gt;77. (X)Wearing too much black drains the colour out of me&lt;br /&gt;78. ( )I don't do DIY&lt;br /&gt;79. (X)I use eye cream&lt;br /&gt;80. ( )I wanted to be a princess when I was little &lt;em&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. (X)Farting in front of anyone is deeply embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;82. (X)I drink 8 glasses of water a day&lt;br /&gt;83. ( )I use at least SPF15 on my face every day&lt;br /&gt;84. (X)I can't punch&lt;br /&gt;85. ( )I get bra fitted on a regular basis&lt;br /&gt;86. (X)I dance at parties without needing to be drunk&lt;br /&gt;87. ( )The ladies' toilets have social significance&lt;br /&gt;88. (X)I don't like violence in films&lt;br /&gt;89. (X)I have never climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;90. ( )Not being able to shower every day would be unbearable&lt;br /&gt;91. ( )Girls' nights out/in are fabulous&lt;br /&gt;92. (X)I wear skirts out of choice&lt;br /&gt;93. ( )I have been referred to as 'giggly'&lt;br /&gt;94. (X)I like to be 'pretty'&lt;br /&gt;95. ( )Men are from Mars and women are from Venus&lt;br /&gt;96. (X)Bakeries are a den of temptation&lt;br /&gt;97. (X)Baby clothes are just so adorable&lt;br /&gt;98. ( )I drink herbal tea&lt;br /&gt;99. ( )I have been known to put on a 'girly' voice &lt;em&gt;(kill me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.( )I love jewellery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57%!! Barely made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO - Significant Other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-3620857634818166983?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3620857634818166983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=3620857634818166983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/3620857634818166983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/3620857634818166983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/girly-meme-01.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-6438585829614456436</id><published>2007-03-05T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:43:44.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yikes... So sorry, guys, for neglecting this already very neglected blog. Now everyone won't return anymore cos of my laziness. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/cute.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Wednesday -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a migraine soooooooo bad, I was puking my guts out the whole night. Terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Thursday - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home on medical leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Friday -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling fun with friends at Marina South!.. "BA-NA-NAS" (Hahaha inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Saturday -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 6 whole hours in the salon chair having my hair cut (HAHA, bye bye, ugly hair extensions!), rebonded and dyed. I am now an angmoh with super short hair. Not really super short hair lah, but compared to the previous length. A photo soon, perhaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cafe Del Mar at night, and Jojo gave us a really BAD scare after drinking some champagne. Her asthma attack was quite bad, pain in the chest and had difficulty breathing. Still drink and smoke. Sigh. We're incorrigible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf's grandma passed away in hospital. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/frown.gif"&gt; I'll be spending every night at the wake for this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-6438585829614456436?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6438585829614456436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=6438585829614456436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/6438585829614456436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/6438585829614456436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/03/yikes.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-3919185167727494481</id><published>2007-02-27T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:07:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys... I think I may have a serious problem at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, whilst I was happily watching SATC in bed and ready to fall asleep, I spotted one of those long-legged buggers crawling across my bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read me right - THEY HAVE INVADED MY BEDROOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cold sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly thing crawled under my bed, and I couldn't find it. I was too tired, and fell asleep soon after. So it's probably still somewhere in my room! This afternoon, my dad's gonna turn everything upside down in my room and spray the hell out of the disgusting creatures. Who knows how many more of them are lurking around!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this morning, my mom told me &lt;a href="http://www.prn2.usm.my/mainsite/headline/poison/jan2007.html#w21" target="_blank"&gt;there was this pregnant woman in Malaysia who died from a centipede bite at home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find the nest and blow it up into a million pieces!!! MUST.KILL.NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I want to tell you about &lt;a href="http://www.proactiv.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Proactiv&lt;/a&gt;. I bought the 3-step system kit last night (I feel so American), and it WORKS! Miraculous shit. I've used it just twice (last night and this morning), and it's cleared up my face about 70%! Will continue to use it religiously and maybe tell you how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-3919185167727494481?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3919185167727494481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=3919185167727494481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/3919185167727494481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/3919185167727494481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-8186053729935331578</id><published>2007-02-26T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:08:49.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have something disgusting to report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my bathroom has been infested with some very gross and offensive creatures. I've come across 5 of them in 2 weeks!! Who knows how many more are lurking around secretly... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/yuck.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/bluering.jpg" width="270" height="137"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SICK, RIGHT!? Each of them is about 12 cm long, no kidding! They like to lurk near my feet while I'm showering halfway innocently. Bloody hell! Scared me out of my mind ok. They're red (or black), &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;leggy, and wriggle about vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I have to kill them rightaway. No animal sympathy here for these guys. What if they sting my poor little Murphy!? I turn the water spray to the highest temperature, and burn the disgusting buggers to death. Wahahaha! Argh, actually, that is very sick. I live on the ground floor, is that why so many huge centipedes are around?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-8186053729935331578?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8186053729935331578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=8186053729935331578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/8186053729935331578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/8186053729935331578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-something-disgusting-to-report.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-8766412169147011908</id><published>2007-02-23T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:40:27.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyah... Big money... Big money ki lan lah! *grumbles* &lt;em&gt;(see 2 posts earlier)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so chor lor, but I'm so pissed with myself!! Lose money at gambling every year and still don't want to give up. Horrible! Luckily gambling is an annual affair, otherwise my greedy little nature will make me the biggest loser in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gambling... Our dearest &lt;a href="http://elsasylum.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;eL&lt;/a&gt; will be back in SG on the 28th! Woohoo! (he's the biggest winner of ALL time, every time) Fun and games, fun and games! We miss you a lot, &lt;a href="http://elsasylum.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;eL&lt;/a&gt;, and may you come back from Japan/China with nice things for us, hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-8766412169147011908?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8766412169147011908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=8766412169147011908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/8766412169147011908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/8766412169147011908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/aiyah.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-4697395724717557967</id><published>2007-02-22T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:02:01.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Holy cow! I'm in &lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/buzz/Truglies" target="_blank"&gt;a list on Buzz Feed&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you watch last night's American Idol? &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/contestants/season6/sanjaya_malakar/" target="_blank"&gt;SANJAYA MALAKAR&lt;/a&gt;! Fantastic singer with the BEST smile ever. When he smiles, you'll be smiling too. Did you watch his first audition? "Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours..." So freaking cute! Omg... *clasps chest* I hope America votes him to be the Top 6 guys! Pleaseeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was watching the trailer for this dumb new programme on Channel 5, &lt;a href="http://www.spellcast.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;Spell Cast&lt;/a&gt;. Don't know what they're trying to prove, but the English is like shit. The voiceover was saying, "...you must be between 9 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 12 years of age..." Hello? It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ok, dude!! Hello!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-4697395724717557967?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4697395724717557967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=4697395724717557967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/4697395724717557967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/4697395724717557967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/holy-cow-im-in-list-on-buzz-feed-did.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-4643248224107266835</id><published>2007-02-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:23:41.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a close shave yesterday!.. Woke up with bad pain in joints, and everywhere. Dragged myself to dinner at god-bro's place where I took 2 mouthfuls of food and couldn't go on. Running a slight temperature (fever, yikes! my worst enemy) and feeling totally miserable. His mom slogged the whole day to prepare so much good food for us. Very, very bad manners. But I tried my best not to die at the dinner table lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my bf and sister brought me home again shortly. Arrived late and left so early! Feel so bad. I took five times the dosage of steroids, self-prescribed. (Disclaimer: this blogger does not condone self-prescriptions!) Voila! I'm ok this morning, and was able to come to work. Heng ah... Sometimes you know your own body and condition best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I almost had a flare because of late nights! First day of CNY, I stayed out until 7+ am, slept at 8, and had to wake up at 11 am! My God... nearly died the next day. The second day, I stayed out until 6 am, but slept until 3+ pm the next day, luckily. Sigh... I'd better stay in more! I've had to repeatedly turn down offers of supper with a friend. Sorry, NN! I have a condition, please understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no more 'sick' talk. Tomorrow I'm going to try my luck with some '21' and 'Big 2' with the colleagues! HOPE I WIN BIG!!! BIG MONEY!!!! If I lose, I'll use the same method every year. Storm off and cry. Hahaha, j/k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-4643248224107266835?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4643248224107266835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=4643248224107266835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/4643248224107266835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/4643248224107266835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-close-shave-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-150921037542474517</id><published>2007-02-19T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:59:26.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're celebrating CNY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange" size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I am DAMN happy this CNY. I've made a killing yesterday alone! Not in gambling, just angpao-collection. I can now have FREE teeth-whitening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT ROCKS TO BE SINGLE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I told myself not to accept any angpaos because I'm old, and with dignity. BUT WHO CARES ABT THIS SHIT WHEN IT COMES TO FREE MONEY?! Wahahaha. $_$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-150921037542474517?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/150921037542474517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=150921037542474517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/150921037542474517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/150921037542474517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-youre-celebrating-cny-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-6906422762329210408</id><published>2007-02-16T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:37:08.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY GIRLS (and lone guy, &lt;a href="http://sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sibeh Sian&lt;/a&gt;)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this pair of heels from Bugis Village, so chio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/391631573/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/391631573_8353ecc397_m.jpg" border="0" width="240" height="180" alt="16 Feb 07" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/391631579/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/391631579_1579d2db1b_m.jpg" border="0" width="240" height="180" alt="16 Feb 07" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS HOW MUCH!! Heh heh heh. I ask until like that, obviously it's cheap. But don't guess ridiculous prices like $9.90 lah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------"---------"-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flesh is weak. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/frown.gif"&gt; I thought I could give up cigarettes for today, but I'm already having great trouble. I'm drowsy, sleepy, irritable, and can't stop eating. So I've asked my colleague to grab me a pack from outside. Maybe I'll have just 2 sticks today. At least it's a great improvement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-6906422762329210408?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6906422762329210408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=6906422762329210408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/6906422762329210408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/6906422762329210408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-girls-and-lone-guy-sibeh-sian-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/391631573_8353ecc397_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-9095143918515847508</id><published>2007-02-15T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:17:11.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/390913693/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/390913693_b75f082cdf_m.jpg" border="0" width="180" height="240" alt="15 Feb 07" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone and bored at work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'd read an article in the Strait's Times early this week, about West Coast GRC's Ho Geok Choo. She was asking Minister of Foreign Affairs, George Yeo, whether Singapore should slow down in success and growth, all to "pacify our neighbours".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.mfa.gov.sg/2006/press/view_press.asp?post_id=2063" target="_blank"&gt;Read her ridiculous questions/suggestions here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God. Did someone hit this woman with the STUPID stick?! Slow down our success and growth, because "our neighbours could be feeling low, and the loss of face". How did this woman even get into Singapore politics in the first place? Her IQ is in the negative region!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about how stupid this Ho Geok Choo's suggestions are but it would get tiresome. We're lucky that our Minister doesn't share her shit-for-brains. He said that we won't slow down our pace for the sake of our neighbours' "face", because the government answers to the citizens of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it like in West Coast, where this imbecile belongs to the GRC? I'm curious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-9095143918515847508?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9095143918515847508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=9095143918515847508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/9095143918515847508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/9095143918515847508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-know-if-youd-read-article-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/390913693_b75f082cdf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-117144341830253590</id><published>2007-02-14T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:56:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started out today thinking, "V Day is really lame. I'm too old for such shit, blah blah blah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a while ago, I was doing some packing of our products. Super unglam, totally like a labourer. A bouquet of roses came for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/389976466/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/389976466_d23abaa50c_m.jpg" border="0" width="240" height="180" alt="14 Feb 07 - V Day" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected to receive anything! Thank you my dear ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, don't have such a bitter feeling towards this day. No matter how much you hate it, it's still gonna be here, you can't run away from it (unless you go to Tibet or something lah). Might as well go out and have a good time with your closest friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greaterthings.com/Art/AnimalAdvice/images/kittyarm.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-117144341830253590?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/117144341830253590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=117144341830253590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117144341830253590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117144341830253590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-started-out-today-thinking-v-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/389976466_d23abaa50c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-117128888039803101</id><published>2007-02-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:53:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from KL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I want to say is... I'm ECSTATIC to be back home, haha. Nobody apart from the 5 of us will know what shit we went through. But, going &lt;em&gt;anywhere &lt;/em&gt;with them is fun, the venue doesn't matter. If it's anybody else, I'll die. What matters most is the company!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/389049675/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/389049675_70331c5ec2_m.jpg" border="0" width="240" height="180" alt="10 Feb 07 - KL" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the most ridiculous thing on the way home today. If you didn't know, my office is at Ubi, the land of traffic jams. It is harrowing to cross the roads at peak hours, but it was extra chaotic just now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ah pek on a scooter stopped at the traffic light. Then this nerdy couple in a totally generic saloon car (in SILVER, no less! omg) stopped beside him. When the light turned green, the poor ah pek couldn't move, and the stupid nerdy couple together with the million cars behind started honking rudely at the ah pek. I was wondering what was wrong with the poor guy, and whether he needed help or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to tell the couple that THE TYRE OF THEIR FREAKING CAR WAS ON HIS SHOE. This couple damn hum ji, they refused to wind down the window because they thought he was crazy and shouting at them or something. He was panicking already, can you imagine a million cars honking behind you, but this freaking car is on your shoe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn poor thing... I could hear him screaming so many times, "NI DE CHE ZAI WO DE XIE SHANG MIAN!!!!!" Stupid nerdy couple!! If I were the ah pek, I would beat them up lor! Roll your ugly car on my shoe, still dare to honk at me and cause everyone behind to do the same!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/389049678/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/389049678_e03d9171df_m.jpg" border="0" width="240" height="180" alt="10 Feb 07 - KL" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't read what I posted here earlier. It was a moment of what-was-I-thinking?! Lol. Ok good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-117128888039803101?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/117128888039803101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=117128888039803101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117128888039803101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117128888039803101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-from-kl-and-all-i-want-to-say-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/389049675_70331c5ec2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-117084446174501933</id><published>2007-02-07T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:34:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting old and lazy. My favourite part of each day, is not the waking moment where one might go, "It's another beautiful day! What things are there for me to conquer today?". Nope. It's when I've finished the day's shit and chores, had a shower and done with the routine skin care and all that nonsense. The moment when my head finally touches the pillow and I know I can shut down. Glorious!! Lol. So old and jaded, huh. How to keep up with the up-and-coming perky younglings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-117084446174501933?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/117084446174501933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=117084446174501933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117084446174501933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117084446174501933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-getting-old-and-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-117074122461583831</id><published>2007-02-06T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:53:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very pissed with myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I keep biting a particular part of my lower lip. Now there's a HUGE ass ulcer, and I keep biting it with every other mouthful of food! WTH, this is so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;ulcer, but it looks exactly like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nelh.nhs.uk/oralhealth/mouth_ulcers/image%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINFULLLLLL!!!!!!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-117074122461583831?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/117074122461583831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=117074122461583831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117074122461583831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117074122461583831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-very-pissed-with-myself-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-117065301058923902</id><published>2007-02-05T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:26:52.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you, Lions!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have made Singaporeans very proud and happy. I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dev.the-afc.com/uploaded/news/7915_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aseanfootball.org/images/CMP01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was not a good fan, though. I was KTV-ing instead of watching the match. *sheepish*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-117065301058923902?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/117065301058923902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=117065301058923902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117065301058923902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117065301058923902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-lions-you-have-made.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-117056822574986560</id><published>2007-02-04T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:50:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh boy, this sucks. I'm up at 11:30 this morning and can't get back to sleep, even though I got home at 6 this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be due to the oversleeping on Friday. Was in bed for nearly 17 hours (again)!! I'll never ever accomplish or get anything done on weekends, in the daytime. I'm just snoring my life away! (help, already going to be 26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome. I finally got to play Counterstrike again. Did you know that CS is my most favourite thing to do in the world??? Even though I was damn n00b cos of not playing regularly for 5 years already. CS CS CS CSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend will be spent in KL with my best mates. Don't worry, I won't be buying my CNY clothes there ok, the horror (*shudder*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h.yimg.com/download2.games.yahoo.com/games/buzz2/content/p/2/333062/counterstrike_screen004.jpg" width="350" height="263"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://h.yimg.com/download2.games.yahoo.com/games/buzz2/content/p/0/351134/counterstrike_screen011.jpg" width="350" height="263"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-117056822574986560?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/117056822574986560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=117056822574986560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117056822574986560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117056822574986560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-boy-this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-117039728062288991</id><published>2007-02-02T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:48:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song and video make me incredibly happy!! Perfect for Fridays!! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lGXw9rIQFFc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lGXw9rIQFFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-117039728062288991?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/117039728062288991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=117039728062288991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117039728062288991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117039728062288991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-song-and-video-make-me-incredibly.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-117020770919891161</id><published>2007-01-31T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:49:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;OUR LIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-117020770919891161?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/117020770919891161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=117020770919891161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117020770919891161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/117020770919891161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-our-lions.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116979091682935250</id><published>2007-01-26T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:58:12.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearlyn, Sex Appeal turns you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.emode.com/tests/turnon/images/sex_s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i.emode.com/tests/turnon/images/sex_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wining and dining are fine and good, but what you're really after is that spark, that vroom, that special something-something. You know what we're talking about: It's chemistry. For you, nothing can replace the moment when you both know you click - whether it was the instant your eyes met or the moment they walked through the door. From a tattoo to a tight shirt to a well-timed come-hither glance, sex appeal is what catches - and holds - your interest in a romantic partner. It's an attraction on a physical level, for sure, but it's also something deeper, something harder to define. And that &lt;em&gt;je ne sais quoi&lt;/em&gt; may just be what keeps you turned on for the long haul. Ooh la la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg, so true!! &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/turnon/index.jsp" target="_blank"&gt;What turns you on?&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/12254162-116979091682935250?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116979091682935250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116979091682935250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116979091682935250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116979091682935250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/pearlyn-sex-appeal-turns-you-on-wining.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116970447207657021</id><published>2007-01-25T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:56:21.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A - Z of Moi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE: No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: 23rd March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSH: *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - DAD'S NAME: Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: My sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE BAND: Il Divo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: The bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: Tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - INSTRUMENT: None, sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE: I'm great with 2 balls (don't think dirty lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: Maybe soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: Singapore to Genting Highlands. Fun! (when you're the passenger ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Mint Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 1 younger sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: Cure for Lupus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON WHO EMAILED ME LAST: Some business partner with an irritating request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - QUICK FACT: I'm bad with money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: My dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST LISTENED TO: All Saints - "I Know Where It's At"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 7:45 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: I am disgustingly ugly at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE YOU HATE: Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: Peeling my lips until they bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: Plenty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - YOUR NUMBER OF EMAIL CONTACTS: Millions... at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- ZODIAC SIGN: Aries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116970447207657021?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116970447207657021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116970447207657021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116970447207657021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116970447207657021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/z-of-moi-available-no-b-birthday-23rd.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116952675631318343</id><published>2007-01-23T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:12:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there are millions of devices like digital cameras, and then you have the software applications like Photoshop, Picasa, Flickr, etc. All of them claim to make our lives easier. Can you tell me how they make our lives easier!? Every time I take a series of photos, I gotta go home and connect the camera to the computer, open some stupid software to organize and rename them, then painstakingly resize and edit each one of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a freaking chore, I tell you! It's making me so turned off with digital photos. Too much work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Erm, actually I'm trying to cover up the fact that I'm a fat, lazy arse. I've uploaded one miserable photo in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/" target="_blank"&gt;my Flickr&lt;/a&gt; so far, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, steroids work wonders! I was having this very terrible pain in my left shoulder (confirm is Lupus-related), and it put me in an ultra bad mood, making me snap at innocent people. I took double my dosage this morning, and the pain is now (almost) gone!! I have a love-hate relationship with my dear little steroid pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiiiiii. Some people are really veryyyyy 'eng' leh. Like, there's this joker who sent me a long-winded email. Naturally, I'd take a bit of time to respond, or acknowledge, right? It's not a matter of life and death anyway. So not having heard from me yet (it's just 10 minutes ago, I tell you!), he messages me repeatedly on Skype. I ignored him on purpose, really damn irritating lah, some people. Then now he calls me... AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH! Just bugger off, man! May I repeat that this is not a matter of life and death, the urgency level is like 8% only!! Is this how some people spend their working hours?! Just to get a stupid message across, they need to write a long-ass email, send messages on Skype, and then call??... So unproductive and inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, I am not unproductive and inefficient by writing this during work ok. It's my lunch hour now, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116952675631318343?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116952675631318343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116952675631318343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116952675631318343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116952675631318343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-there-are-millions-of-devices.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116917820899970052</id><published>2007-01-19T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:43:54.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for the Il Divo concert last night, and this morning, I'm still overwhelmed and drowning in love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il Divo are AMAZING! Beautiful men with spectacular voices. The radio is playing their track, "Hero", right now, what are the odds!?! Simon Cowell is a genius, having discovered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 300 bucks was well worth it, on the 'live' performance of "Unchained Melody" alone. MY GOD! Your hair will stand just listening to them. Magnificent is kind of an understatement... David Miller and Carlos Marin are gods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video on youtube here! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUjqzeztD8s" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUjqzeztD8s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to Singapore on Monday morning 6 am, but have been too busy/lazy to update here lah. Very very tired too... But mostly lazy lah, cos too many pictures and things to say. You know, like too much information in your head, and you don't have the energy to put everything into words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just put whatever I can into my Flickr. Although I don't really think anyone wants to see them, right?? If you were visiting a friend's house, I'm sure the last thing you'd want your friend to do is shove albums of photos that he took during his last trip abroad, into your face. B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!! I know I'd hate it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, other people's assumptions are wrong. Some have told me that Jews are evil, but wtf? The nicest and loveliest people I know are from Israel, so screw this racist remark. And others have told me that it would cost about 150 Euros to travel by taxi from the airport to the city of Paris. Wtf? I took a taxi for half the price. Just so you'd know, that's not the lowest price. My boss took a taxi that cost him only 50 Euros. I always get ripped off one lah, bugger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... The point is, don't listen to other people's assumptions. Go out and find out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116917820899970052?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116917820899970052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116917820899970052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116917820899970052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116917820899970052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-went-for-il-divo-concert-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116846820548004736</id><published>2007-01-11T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T06:30:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wassup!!!!! I'm writing this in my hotel room - finally found the time and energy to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing so many things since last Friday that I don't know where to start. So far, I went to the Acropolis, a cruise stopping at 3 islands (Poros, Aegina and Hydra), walked the streets of Plaka and Syntagma, socializing a lot (it's our internal sales conference here and my colleagues really are from all over the world, it's very nice), attending lectures, workshops and meetings... Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens is wonderful! Such a beautiful city, with beautiful people (but my colleagues think otherwise, *shrugs*)... The only thing I'm having trouble with is the food. It's either super salty or super sweet. I don't think I can eat another bite here... my boss was sitting opposite me at dinner earlier, and I nearly puked across the table. Cannot lah, I'm craving plain porridge so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know this is awkward but I'm signing off now. Just got back from our gala dinner, and I had something to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, in Athens!.. *hic*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116846820548004736?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116846820548004736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116846820548004736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116846820548004736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116846820548004736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/wassup-im-writing-this-in-my-hotel.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116782755637567902</id><published>2007-01-03T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:32:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! How has everyone been? I was back from Sydney on the night of 30/12/2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you had a great Christmas and New Year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the office today after the long holiday, it's 8+pm and I'm still nowhere near halfway clearing all the accumulated work. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining, because my Europe itinerary has been confirmed today! Flights, hotels and stuff. I can't believe my good fortune! Tomorrow night, I'll be flying to Athens (luckily it's a direct flight on the best airline in the world), then I'll be making my way to Paris on the 12th, and then reaching Singapore in the early morning of 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens is part work and part sight-seeing, and Paris is totally sight-seeing. I'm going to Paris as a tourist!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the scary part is, I'll be touring whatever I can in Paris, ALONE. Alone, can you imagine!? I'll confess lah, I'm a HUGE blur idiot, and the sort who can lose her way in... Jurong. I've always dreamt of going to Paris, of course, but never did I imagine I'll be there ALONE for my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll confess... I am really scared shitless thinking of it. When I say shitless, I mean it, cos just now I really had a bad stomachache thinking of Paris and had to run to the little girls' room to LS. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tomorrow night! I haven't packed any shit (oh, it's gonna be cold in Europe!) and I'm still struggling here in the office. Race against time again! *pant pant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK, PLEASE! For my biggest adventure so far in my 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s - I only have a few photos of my Sydney trip, dunno when then will upload to my Flickr (lazy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116782755637567902?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116782755637567902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116782755637567902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116782755637567902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116782755637567902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-guys-how-has-everyone-been-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116658555206896831</id><published>2006-12-20T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:34:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short and sweet entry (cos I'm having a stomachache, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) these beautiful babies from Aldo. Someone please give me $189 twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/Aldo-Alyssias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/Aldo-Alyssias.jpg" width="370" height="185" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) to sit all the rides at &lt;a href="http://www.lunaparksydney.com/visitor_info/rides_games/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Luna Park&lt;/a&gt;, Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More, later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116658555206896831?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116658555206896831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116658555206896831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116658555206896831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116658555206896831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/short-and-sweet-entry-cos-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116644259893432466</id><published>2006-12-19T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:36:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phangster is going to open his own ice cream shop soon! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icecreamchefs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://icecreamchefs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dieting is going quite shitty. I have been skipping dinners on weekdays but the weight is not going down! Erm, maybe because I also have been pigging out on weekends. Haiyah. My boyfriend lah! I have no resistance towards food when I am with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... The two paragraphs above have some sort of irony when put together. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116644259893432466?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116644259893432466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116644259893432466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116644259893432466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116644259893432466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/phangster-is-going-to-open-his-own-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116641505051188478</id><published>2006-12-18T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:10:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody shit... I am having an extremely bad morning at work. BAD!!! I hate clearing up the shit that incompetent people leave for me. They can't do anything right, and expect me to clean up the shit for them. Why don't they just leave, and I'll take their salaries?! I'm the shit-clearer here, huh!? And people just love to change their minds at the snap of a finger. They can promise something yesterday, and today they do something else. Words don't count anymore!!.... Super irritatinggggggggg &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/yell.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS THURSDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Sydney with my baby till the 30th! Wish I could bring lil Jojo with me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this gorgeous pair from Aldo over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/Aldo_Theolinde.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116641505051188478?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116641505051188478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116641505051188478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116641505051188478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116641505051188478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/bloody-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116592999256282631</id><published>2006-12-12T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:26:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!! I have bought the tickets to the Il Divo concert! The proud winner who is going with me is.......... Desmond! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?! I am going to Sydney in 9 days and a lot of shit at work is not cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sad, pathetic piece of shit. Lately, I realize I have been working extra late to avoid going to the malls after work so that I can't shop. And I come home to watch SATC reruns, read some tabloids and magazines and then sleep. By the way, I skip dinner too. SOUNDS FUCKING MISERABLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116592999256282631?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116592999256282631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116592999256282631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116592999256282631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116592999256282631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay-i-have-bought-tickets-to-il-divo.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116554119027064661</id><published>2006-12-08T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:09:21.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was listening to Il Divo on my mp3 player earlier, and have decided that I MUST go see them live in concert next month! I'll be getting the tickets but don't know who to bring: bf or sister? Haha, see who likes them more! Jess, you going??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao... neither sister nor bf wants to go with me. Even when I'm paying! Gggrrr, what is this. Haha Hannah, you take me lah, you're richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange coincidence: Alicia Keys was singing "Fallin" on my mp3 player while I was walking on the street the other day. I did a half-fall and heng ah, only one woman saw my clumsiness and ugliness. But not so heng, she grinned to herself. Hrrmmph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange sighting: On the bus to work this morning, I saw something weird in the bus on the opposite direction. A "woman" sitting upright facing in front but her whole face was covered with long hair,  I still can't decide whether it's not human or just someone with a really weird hairstyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116554119027064661?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116554119027064661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116554119027064661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116554119027064661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116554119027064661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-listening-to-il-divo-on-my-mp3.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116546420637692182</id><published>2006-12-07T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:05:46.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IL DIVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 January 07 - One night only in Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;S$248, S$188, S$148, S$118, S$88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs Buhler is the most perfect man alive. Will I get to go see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Il-Divo-band-04.jpg" width="370" height="190"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116546420637692182?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116546420637692182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116546420637692182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116546420637692182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116546420637692182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/il-divo-18-january-07-one-night-only.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116539591378617859</id><published>2006-12-06T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:05:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't want to jinx it at first, but now it has been confirmed and I can't contain any longer!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going on my first business trip early next January, and it is to Athens!!!! Omg!!! GREECE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to use all caps and millions of exclaimation marks for this post but it would look very awful. But you have no bloody idea how freaking excited/happy I am!!! I feel like I've just won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/200376583-002.jpg" alt="I'm just as happy as this kid. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" width="177" height="240"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116539591378617859?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116539591378617859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116539591378617859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116539591378617859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116539591378617859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-didnt-want-to-jinx-it-at-first-but.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116529319859934918</id><published>2006-12-05T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:33:18.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fashion hate list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Polka dots on skirts, shirts, dresses, hairbands, bags, shoes (OMG). Please, girls, it has been done to DEATH already! Stop this annoying polka-dot trend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Leggings. STOP THIS DONE-TO-DEATH trend too! Out of the millions of girls who have worn leggings out on the streets, I've only seen ONE who could pull this off! (and it's my friend, heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Fatties who insist on having the cinched waist look. OMG man. Why do they insist on putting on belts that just emphasize their thick waists?! This trend is also done to death already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Silver/gold ballet pumps. YUCKSSSSS?! I've nothing to say but, GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem here is trends literally EXPLODE. Just take a walk at Far East Plaza Shopping Centre. Every other girl is decked the same: polka-dot hairband, cinched waist, some ugly pumps. I dunno, they all strive to be the trendiest? But there is no individuality anymore! Every fucking girl looks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have come to dislike shopping there. However, the trend bug bites and I end up with trendy but ugly bags, shoes, clothes, etc, and totally regret buying these nasty lil things. So trendy but ugly. U-G-L-Y! I want my money back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, girls, try to refrain from shopping at Far East Plaza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116529319859934918?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116529319859934918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116529319859934918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116529319859934918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116529319859934918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-fashion-hate-list-1-polka-dots-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116520334595531249</id><published>2006-12-04T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:21:15.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are really obsessed with photo-taking and themselves. Such vanity! Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond brought me to dine at the Carnivore Brazilian Churrascaria at &lt;a href="http://www.vivocity.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;VivoCity&lt;/a&gt; last night. It is really a lovely restaurant with excellent service. However, they should really refrain disgusting people from patronizing their restaurant, teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ah-lian and ah-beng couple in front of us was making my stomach queasy... I was trying to ignore their horrible hair and dressing (this being a democratic society and all, lol) but they are really disgusting! The beng was taking pictures of the lian while she was posing in a thousand and one ways eating her bloody food! "Make love to the camera 1001 ways while eating". Freaking turn off or what!? You should have seen her stupid face, my God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I think taking photos when you're dining at a restaurant is very country bumpkin-ish, this is a free society so what can I say. However, to ACT sexy while playing with your freaking food, making love to your beng camera, all this when there are other people around, is SIMPLY GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn suay, and they are damn sia suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------"-----"------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a holiday?! I am getting super irritated with our partners and customers. They are forever asking me the dumbest questions, and I don't feel like obliging them with courtesies any longer. For what? They'll just ask me the same stupid questions the next day. It's like spoon-feeding a bunch of 5-year-olds. Bloody buggers. Can't wait till 21 Dec, S-Y-D-N-E-Y!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116520334595531249?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116520334595531249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116520334595531249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116520334595531249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116520334595531249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-people-are-really-obsessed-with_04.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116493710026986311</id><published>2006-12-01T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:39:26.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://juicypout.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Evie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/visionary.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116493710026986311?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116493710026986311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116493710026986311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116493710026986311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116493710026986311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-evie.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116485893188623972</id><published>2006-11-30T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:37:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a shitty morning at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood pressure is soaring, temper flaring and temperature rising. I don't understand the way some people like to work? After sending me an email, they have to call me on the bloody phone, telling me about the stupid email. My God! What the hell... The phone has been ringing off the hook this morning, with calls from idiots who seriously have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing someone an email, you still have to call the person to say so meh? It sort of defeats the purpose, right? Then why don't they just tell me everything over the phone and not write the bloody thing at all. Worst part is I have to go through small talk and act all bright and cheery on the phone. Damn sian ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today is Bad Mood Day. People here are picking on every little damn thing.I would expect men to be more generous, or "da fang". HA! Sometimes they're worse than 65-year-old housewives. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah. I have much to be happy about, anyway! My bf is awesome. Thanks to him, I can look forward to these upcoming events:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sydney, 21 to 30 December 2006&lt;br /&gt;2) The Phantom of the Opera, 23 March 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the best!? Btw, 23 March is my birthday. The Phantom, at the Esplanade, with Cat 1 seats. Omg, what could be better?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run out for lunch now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------"-----"-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy oh boy I am back and do I have the most exciting piece of news ever (to me lah)! I'll wait a while and see if it will materialize. In the meantime, I am dying from happiness!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116485893188623972?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116485893188623972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116485893188623972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116485893188623972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116485893188623972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-shitty-morning-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116479189277438828</id><published>2006-11-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:23:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I like most in this world: Pretty boys, or girly-looking boys (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came across this Korean artiste on the Net, and omg, he's CRAZILY pretty. INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/jaejoong.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116479189277438828?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116479189277438828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116479189277438828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116479189277438828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116479189277438828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-i-like-most-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116460999275171908</id><published>2006-11-27T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:51:43.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking forward to this Wednesday, that's when &lt;a href="http://elsasylum.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;eL&lt;/a&gt; is coming back from Beijing, after working there for nearly 2 months. Omg! We're going to turn Changi Airport upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling worse than shitty the last few weeks. I don't know why either, nobody/nothing made me pissed. I just wake up pissed and hating everything, including things I usually like. Like, I hate all of my favourite clothes, bags, shoes, and most of all, my fucking face. Sian ah, I hate feeling like this. Cannot tell anybody also, my stupid pride gets in the way. My pride will cause a downfall one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my baby/childhood photos. Boy, how I laughed and smiled in every photo! The kind of smile that truly came from the heart. I was really a happy kid. I don't have the same smile now that I've grown up. I tried to force my smile in the mirror, but yep, that's the word... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I just can't, and it's stiff and fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now, a meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels.&lt;br /&gt;Prlyn Kn M Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite number?&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite colour(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you're gonna see your girlfriend/boyfriend or crush?&lt;br /&gt;This Friday or Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Gold 90.5 in the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to multi-task between this meme and emails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, can't say I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever said you resemble a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I look like &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/8leongum2a3uv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this HK guy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite class in school?&lt;br /&gt;English, because it's the easiest to score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Any team sport &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE&lt;br /&gt;How do you make money?&lt;br /&gt;Too slowly at work.. Taking from Desmond is a much faster and easier way. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were 5 years old again?&lt;br /&gt;For what? Too lazy to go through everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;br /&gt;Favourite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;br /&gt;Are you outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;Getting less and less so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN&lt;br /&gt;Word that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;br /&gt;Favourite pair of shoes?&lt;br /&gt;My comfy Aldos which I wear to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN&lt;br /&gt;Do you own big sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;In Desmond's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do today?&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to work, at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning or night person?&lt;br /&gt;Morning or night doesn't matter. I'm cool like that, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116460999275171908?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116460999275171908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116460999275171908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116460999275171908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116460999275171908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/11/looking-forward-to-this-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116427621511333599</id><published>2006-11-23T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:03:35.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not happy. Keep away (except some).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116427621511333599?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116427621511333599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116427621511333599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116427621511333599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116427621511333599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116366569710183897</id><published>2006-11-16T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:07:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God!!! Has been super long since the last post. No mood and certainly no time to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the mood has returned a little. Work has been undescribably time-consuming, and I'm no better than a slave here. But, but, but! It's all for a good reason, because we are going public tomorrow! Yea, on NASDAQ! Woohoo ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, everything's been going well for me. There is a lot of fucked-up shit though, on my friends' side. Never mind, we'll try to solve them together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd... I owe my bro something. He's coming back on the 22nd (hehe, eL). Ok, another race against time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing!.. I've HAD IT with bloody foreigners living/working/studying in Singapore. Ok, not all foreigners are bloody, only those who complain and complain about our island. "Singapore is so boring!", "There's nothing to do in Singapore!", "Your government sucks!" or "I hate Singapore and I want to go back to my country!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... If they hate living in Singapore so much, just pack their stupid bags and fuck off back to their third-world countries, can?! I'm beginning to think that all foreigners are whiny, ungrateful little bitches. Not my fault ok, ALL of them like to complain to me about the same things. Some people are born without any sense of shame. They come to Singapore, steal our jobs and scarce space and DARE to whine and complain non-stop. SHUT UP, ASSHOLES. I don't welcome you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116366569710183897?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116366569710183897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116366569710183897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116366569710183897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116366569710183897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-god-has-been-super-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116177934985127652</id><published>2006-10-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:29:09.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Die lah... Today I cannot put my right arm straight, there's a painful pull when I attempt to. A symptom of SLE! So fast again, after the last flare?! *prays it goes away soon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm and I'm still at work... Very stressed and tired at the office today. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116177934985127652?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116177934985127652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116177934985127652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116177934985127652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116177934985127652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/die-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116133965869361142</id><published>2006-10-20T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:47:44.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha! I am so dead lah... Dunno why my hands damn itchy last night, I massacred my hair! Yup, gave myself a freakin fringe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo's first reaction this morning was, "Oh my God!" LOL! NOT A GOOD SIGN! I think I need at least 6 months to recover, for it to grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice to you gals: Don't anyhow play with a pair of scissors when you're bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Pearlyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116133965869361142?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116133965869361142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116133965869361142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116133965869361142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116133965869361142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahahahahaha-i-am-so-dead-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116108918853194573</id><published>2006-10-18T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:31:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How ah??!!?! I am obsessed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I caught myself &lt;strong&gt;watching&lt;/strong&gt; E! Entertainment channel, &lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt; a trashy tabloid magazine, AND &lt;strong&gt;surfing&lt;/strong&gt; Hollywoodrag.com AT THE SAME TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, am I crazy or not?! Hollywood gossip freak!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116108918853194573?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116108918853194573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116108918853194573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116108918853194573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116108918853194573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-ah-i-am-obsessed-that-day-i-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116105418361351740</id><published>2006-10-17T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:54:33.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find smokers who complain about the haze very odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it very hypocritical?!... and it doesn't make sense at all. Aren't they also contributing to the haze problem, and at the same time introducing more toxins to their bodies when they puff on cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/smoker.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a smoker myself, and I wouldn't so publicly and menacingly scold/curse Indonesia for the haze problem. And what about those people who burn joss sticks everyday? Very smelly and hazy also what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, earth is facing so many problems. Every night before I go to sleep I think about acid rain, air pollution, global warming, hazardous waste, ozone depletion, smog, water pollution, and rain forest destruction. I am glad I will die before these problems really explode: the earth will become unsuitable for humans to live on and the human population will be wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------"----"---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with everyone today?! The haze clogging their brains, issit?! Seems like everyone took the stupid pill today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: May I please request for 'A' document?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid person: Sorry, I don't have 'B' document.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh? No, I just need 'A' document.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid person: Sorry! Really don't have 'B'! Can't help you!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *vomits blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...?! This has been going on the whole day. I am really drained having to explain myself over the SIMPLEST matters to not just one person. Really like chicken trying to talk to duck. What is going on?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116105418361351740?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116105418361351740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116105418361351740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116105418361351740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116105418361351740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-find-smokers-who-complain-about-haze.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116073673394993012</id><published>2006-10-13T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:40:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a little rant. Self-grooming is extremely time-consuming! Last night I indulged in a little 'me' time, and it bloody took me the wholeeeee night. Each product says "only 5 mins!" at the back, but when you have 123712947239 products to use, it'll bloody take you a whole night. And the thing is, I am not special like I have hair of gold or what. I am a normal female human being, like any other you see on the streets! Maintenance nowadays ah... tsk tsk tsk. Too much time and money spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to rave about later! I'm gonna enjoy some roller-blading at East Coast later with my best buddies. It's awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone enjoys this weekend!! I need to keep my fingers crossed for something, heehee *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116073673394993012?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116073673394993012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116073673394993012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116073673394993012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116073673394993012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-little-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116064725456679048</id><published>2006-10-12T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very pissed off today. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/stress.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Didn't manage to sleep well last night. In fact, it doesn't feel like I've rested at all! Must be the steroids at work, my heart was pumping furiously even just lying there on bed doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Creative Technology can go close down or something lah. My camera cannot be switched on at all, must be the stupid battery, because I can't charge the damn thing. It's hardly even used in the first place. *grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Flickr sucks big time after being bought over by Yahoo!. Bloody Yahoo! buying up everything on the net... Flickr used to be so awesome, now 9 out of 10 times I access my photos page, the photos are down and cannot be shown. GRRREEAAATTT, right after I paid money for the upgrade account. *finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am hating 2 guys right now. Wish they'd go eat shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/melancholy.jpg" width="197" height="153"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116064725456679048?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116064725456679048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116064725456679048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116064725456679048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116064725456679048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/very-pissed-off-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116058294524260756</id><published>2006-10-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:14:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:33EqccxG1eTvoM:http://www.jeffrichphoto.com/images/mammals/grizzly%2520growl.jpg" width="120" height="86"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;@#*&amp;@*@#!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost made it to bed, but then the stupid air-con has to leak like crazy! Niagara Falls in my room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jojo, Murphy and I will have to sleep in this heat, and probably wake up in sweat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116058294524260756?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116058294524260756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116058294524260756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116058294524260756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116058294524260756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-almost-made-it-to-bed-but-then.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116030295773826727</id><published>2006-10-09T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:27:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/264917886/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/264917886_5b2bc90034.jpg" width="350" height="89" alt="20 Sept 06" / border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dearest bro Eugene should still be on his flight to Beijing. He's travelling there for a month for work training. This dear bro of ours is always flying here and there! Won't be able to laugh with (and &lt;strong&gt;at&lt;/strong&gt; him, *lol*) him for 30 days. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/sad.gif"&gt; Hope he won't get conned by Beijing beauties!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------"---"---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really feeling the heat with this increased dosage of steroids! (no lor, not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kind of heat) I can't stop perspiring, even when I'm sitting doing nothing. Hey wait.. at least I'm burning fats and calories even while doing nothing! That's great, man!.. Hahahaha... As for the moonface and acne, I know I can't escape them. I can see the toxins (pimples, oil clots, etc.. eewww) trying to come out from my face, and the whole thing is just getting fatter. But I am no beauty queen so I don't have to explain anything to anyone. Just have to be more thick-skinned (aaahhhh, bad pun! *lol*) about the whole thing lor, then I suppose it'll be easier to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------"---"---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEA7B6" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Average, You Would Sell Out For&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/money.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$993,585&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;At What Price Would You Sell Out?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Siao, so much money meh?! I think $50 can liao, lol!! Btw, that money-lovin' pig man looks like me! I can imitate his face!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a passion for everything - including sleeping. Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well. You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers. You gravitate towards comfort and don't like extreme situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pride Quotient: 81%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/pride-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud, arrogant, vain - and most likely stuck up. And face it: you probably think you're too good for this quiz.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/" target="_blank"&gt;How Much Pride Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: March 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem. You're good at so much - you never know what to do. Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long. You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Fun Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/fun-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who keeps your group laughing. And you've always got an idea for something fun to do. The party's not complete without you. And you wouldn't miss it for the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&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/12254162-116030295773826727?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116030295773826727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116030295773826727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116030295773826727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116030295773826727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-dearest-bro-eugene-should-still-be.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116030259294384966</id><published>2006-10-08T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:10:57.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;- Writing this from a drowsy state of mind, after medication -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey heyyyyyyyy, I'm back!!! *waves* Just got home from TTSH about 3 hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing the last post below, I tahan-ed a bit more at home, then my mom came back and found me in bad shape so I had to go to the A&amp;E at TTSH again. Actually, I went to the A&amp;E on 4 Oct (Wednesday) but they thought I was fine and told me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time it's a SLE flare again, with a 2-day, 3-night stay at TTSH. Actually, may I just say it's pleasant, cos I stayed at the B ward, so there's nothing to complain about, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 'popular' hospitals like TTSH, the admission waiting time was horrible. I reached the A&amp;E dept at 11+ pm, and I only went up to the ward at 4+ am. It was quite happening at the observatory room (don't know the actual name), though. 2 motorbike accident victims, 1 woman who attempted suicide (by taking pills) and 1 poor foreign worker with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very painful balls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (he kept screaming in agony, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My BALLSSSSSS"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling into the ward, the chest pains continued. This flare has been the most painful of all, with the chest pains rating of 10 over 10. Really, I'm not exaggerating this time! Constant knife stabbing and wriggling in your chest! After their contemplating and my begging for a few hours, the docs finally gave me some injections for the pain. They were reluctant and all, because I'm allergic/intolerant to some painkillers. Damn suay, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the stay: I didn't see it as a hospital stay, more like a place where I could get well and rest. It's not bad staying at TTSH, the nurses and doctors are nice and caring (except for the fierce and rude nurses at the observatory room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the cause: Lol... I think I've been going on and on recently about over-exerting myself and all, right? Sigh... I know I cannot take it any longer, and a flare will come sooner or later, but I still did nothing to take better care of myself. Damn stupid lah, me. I deserved it, I guess. This time I'll not push myself so much, and will tell people, "No" and really mean it. Don't care what they think. They're not the ones who'll be sick in the end, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jess: My prednisolone dosage now is so high, 6 times than my normal dosage of 5 mg. Taking 30 mg for about 3 days now, and I'm already experiencing some side-effects. Aaarrgghhh!!! Moon-face and acne are definitely coming up... damn crappy. As for now, I am perspiring like crazy NON-STOP!!! I can't describe how hot it is, so terrible and uncomfortable. I'm also getting these itchy rashes on the body, so I'm really feeling super hot and itchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends are damn steady! Jo, mom, dad, Burr, eL, Hanie and Desmond are the BEST people in the world. Heh heh heh. They put in a lot of effort for me, and it will be returned, if I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I gotta go take a cold shower now. Just sitting here writing a few paragraphs is making my tank top soaked with perspiration. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Add-ons at 11:56 pm:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The grand total of my medical leave is from 4 - 12 Oct! Wow, damn long, right?! But I don't think I'll be taking full advantage of that. Will probably be returning to work this Tuesday, too paiseh to take so many days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A few picture updates in my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;! (and I've gone 'pro' too, heh heh heh) Below's a (lousy) pic of the "Get Well" bear balloon that Jojo got for me at TTSH. Damn awesome, right?! She got a toy flower as well, I felt so cool having them at my bed. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/263951449/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/82/263951449_59601694c5_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Multimedia message" / 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/12254162-116030259294384966?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116030259294384966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116030259294384966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116030259294384966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116030259294384966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/writing-this-from-drowsy-state-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-116005412603080140</id><published>2006-10-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:48:07.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I'm having a SLE flare. It's getting worse, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I've watched my chick flicks during the last 2 days at home! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grin.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Break-Up&lt;br /&gt;- Failure To Launch&lt;br /&gt;- Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love them! Ok, you can't feel it, but I'm actually in excrutiating pain right now. I have these stabbing pains in my chest, and am running a temperature (38.2 celsius so far). I went to TTSH A&amp;E last night (thank you Mom, Jojo, Burr, eL and Desmond) but wasn't admitted. The stabbing pains have not gone away, they are killing me, I tell you. On a scale of 1 to 10, they rate a 9. It's like a wriggling knife constantly through your chest, stabbing you. I can't sleep, and breathing, talking and moving are excrutiatingly painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update later!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-116005412603080140?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/116005412603080140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=116005412603080140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116005412603080140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/116005412603080140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115952298793421585</id><published>2006-09-29T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:44:57.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry guys!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing exciting to report, so there's a bit of a dry season here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I was going to end this post when I just remembered something! I got to know someone recently, and he's mightily persistent, I must say. I have never come across anyone like him. A gem or a weirdo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is..... he looks like Hans Moleman!!!! AAHaahahahahaha, what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;*LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/21/39161463_cfb1927a8a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115952298793421585?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115952298793421585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115952298793421585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115952298793421585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115952298793421585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry-guys-i-have-nothing-exciting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115919286761937284</id><published>2006-09-25T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:01:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, the sexy Jon Leong was singing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/jl_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/jl_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, he didn't win the Singapore Idol title. Expected lah, Singapore damn loser one, they like to choose the boring singers as Idols. Fuck... I was damn scared watching the results, scared until I ran a slight temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still fucking love Jon Leong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAAAHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115919286761937284?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115919286761937284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115919286761937284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115919286761937284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115919286761937284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-night-sexy-jon-leong-was-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115881082421594167</id><published>2006-09-21T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:54:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can someone sing this song to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Big - To Be With You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on little girl&lt;br /&gt;Show me what he's done to you&lt;br /&gt;Stand up little girl&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart can't be that bad&lt;br /&gt;When it's through, it's through &lt;br /&gt;Fate will twist the both of you &lt;br /&gt;So come on baby come on over &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build up your confidence&lt;br /&gt;So you can be on top for once&lt;br /&gt;wake up who cares about &lt;br /&gt;Little boys that talk too much&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all go down &lt;br /&gt;Your game of love was all rained out&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, come on over&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be alone when we can be together baby&lt;br /&gt;You can make my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;And I can make you start to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's through, it's through &lt;br /&gt;Fate will twist the both of you &lt;br /&gt;So come on baby come on over &lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to show you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emp3world.com/to_download.php?id=42556"&gt;download the song here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115881082421594167?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115881082421594167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115881082421594167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115881082421594167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115881082421594167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-someone-sing-this-song-to-me-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115873499586666387</id><published>2006-09-20T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:31:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/248054517/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/93/248054517_8855e9faa4_m.jpg" border="0" width="240" height="180" alt="most yandao guy in SG!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is the finals of Singapore Idol, and the results will be on Monday. I can't wait to see him get crowned!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/jonleong3.jpg" border="0" width="240" height="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, Jon Leong!!! I'm supposed to be working, but look what I was thinking of all day.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/jonleong5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/jonleong5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" width="240" height="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;day-dreaming about us! *LOL*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/jonleong4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/jonleong4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" width="240" height="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or kissing him!!! Hahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115873499586666387?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115873499586666387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115873499586666387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115873499586666387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115873499586666387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-sunday-is-finals-of-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115795603505220878</id><published>2006-09-11T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:38:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/200364733-001.jpg" width="253" height="168"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being someone with &lt;a href="http://www.niams.nih.gov/hi/topics/lupus/tengo/english.htm" target="_blank"&gt;SLE&lt;/a&gt;, I should know better than to over-exert myself. However, that would come with a lot of restrictions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather live a short and fulfilled life, or a long but unsatisfied one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115795603505220878?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115795603505220878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115795603505220878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115795603505220878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115795603505220878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115768568714957801</id><published>2006-09-08T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:21:27.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/237348844/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/237348844_045042752e_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="7 Sept 06 - Selegie" / border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elad and Mike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of Israeli colleagues came to visit, and we went to Baghdad Street and Selegie for shisha and drinks. I just want to share something lovely with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, from Iran, runs the shisha place at Selegie. The Israeli guys, Elad and Nir, became instant buddies with Mike. Mike even gave Elad a Tiger Beer Half Yard souvenir to bring home. Elad then wrote a very sweet note to Mike in Hebrew and English. Went something like that: "I hope everyone can be friends in the world. Thank you for your present..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that! Iranian guy and Israeli guy become buddies. WORLD PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115768568714957801?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115768568714957801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115768568714957801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115768568714957801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115768568714957801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/09/elad-and-mike-couple-of-israeli.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115738001849636578</id><published>2006-09-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:26:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do I even begin this post?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero, Steve, was killed by a stingray. It's damn shocking... Not being killed by a stingray, but the fact that he's dead. I really adored him, I used to think if I were a guy, I would want to look like him, talk like him and live like him. He's nothing but awesome, ok? So shocking to learn that's he was killed... I thought he was invincible. My superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/xp/premiere_photo/20050906/02/2869066057.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115738001849636578?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115738001849636578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115738001849636578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115738001849636578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115738001849636578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-do-i-even-begin-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115690111329682603</id><published>2006-08-30T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:26:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/228733974/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/57/228733974_4c22157514_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="29 Aug 06 - Breko" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bret's number 58&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/228733973/" title="Photo Sharing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/84/228733973_e426ee6701_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="29 Aug 06 - Breko" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm, Jacky and HD checking out pr0n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked out (not exactly but cycling for 30 min, lol) at the gym last night after work. Wasted all the exercise by eating a huge turkey sandwich and super sweet sundae at Breko. Sighhhhh........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115690111329682603?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115690111329682603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115690111329682603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115690111329682603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115690111329682603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/brets-number-58-erm-jacky-and-hd.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115677488782002897</id><published>2006-08-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:33:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend was so fun-filled! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was spent at &lt;a href="http://www.timbre.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;Timbre&lt;/a&gt;, Saturday was movie and MOS with Desmond and Jojo. We watched The Devil Wears Prada. Oh yeaaaa! Awesome show lah... I wanted to borrow the book from Desmond, but now that I've watched the movie, it seems very boh liao to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I need? A nice lil camera that takes decent photos. I have to rely on the shitty Motorola Razr to do the job, and it takes the worst pictures. I just got a Creative cam not long ago, but well, erm, it doesn't have flash... WTF right! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/shock.gif"&gt; Didn't check first lah. Most of the time I need to take pictures at night, so it's pretty much screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I need a sweet lil camera to somewhat relive good times with friends. My memory is not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/lambchop/227154001/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/84/227154001_7dbe833df5_m.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/lambchop/227154002/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/65/227154002_a8429d0d88_m.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burr bought for me brand-new Salomon blades! What a beauty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/lambchop/227155757/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/227155757_2ddead68e9_m.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought because my current pair are too tight. Oh what did I do to deserve a friend like Burr?! Thank you bro!! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Going to the gym is so &lt;strong&gt;torturous&lt;/strong&gt;... Regret signing up, man. I've been going like, once every 2 months? Have to pack my gym bag now.. &lt;strong&gt;sian&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched half of &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0319061/" target="_blank"&gt;Big Fish&lt;/a&gt; last night. It is nothing short of brilliant, IMO! Easily one of my favourite shows. Why oh why did I take so long to watch it?! I'm going to crash in my bed with the portable DVD player, Sennheiser headphones and Murphy. Sweeeeeet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It was one of the best Saturdays. Thank you Desmond (and Jojo!) &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115677488782002897?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115677488782002897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115677488782002897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115677488782002897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115677488782002897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-was-so-fun-filled-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115640398823695400</id><published>2006-08-24T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:36:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/door-closed.jpg" width="253" height="168"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A door is going to be closed. I won't give a shit to shit-faced people who don't give a stinkin' shit. And when the door is closed, it will stay closed. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115640398823695400?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115640398823695400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115640398823695400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115640398823695400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115640398823695400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/door-is-going-to-be-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115613755794295693</id><published>2006-08-21T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:42:10.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/16-08-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sickening weekend.. Plagued by illnesses!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down with some virus since ages ago. Saw the doctor twice but didn't stay home even though I had medical leave. Me = employee of the year. Haha yah, I know.. I always scold people who are sick and still go out (payback time for my colleagues, hahaha). I've morphed into one of them idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; = cough until want to die so couldn't go out &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grumpy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday &lt;/strong&gt;= woke up early to pee at Tan Tock Seng. Hahaha, urine test lah. Quarrelled with the nurse there because she didn't want to let me take the test. It was already my second trip there - I couldn't take it the first time on Monday cos of my period. It was finished by Saturday and of course I know my own body better (although got like one drop like that lah)! Quarrel and quarrel until I didn't even want to look at her. TMD, didn't want to waste my waking up so early on a Saturday and the cab fares there. After that incident, I went to the stupid Duyi bookshop to buy InStyle mag, only to realize one minute later it was selling at A WHOLE DOLLAR LESS at the 7-Eleven store beside it. Wah lao eh, already very angry then must kena this kind of shit, CCB. So I stormed back into the stupid Duyi bookshop and wanted to know why. The bloody salesgirl had a damn "yaya" face and kept saying "I don't know, I don't know". CB lah, everything also don't know, that's why you're so old and still stuck working here, dumb asswipe. She made me think very mean thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to watch "Click" with Desmond at night at The Cathay. Didn't manage to look around the new cool building at all. The grossest thing happened during the movie - I kena sore eyes!! WTF man... Pus was flowing out of my eye, and the eye turned bloodshot, so I had to go home right after the movie. So that sums up the WORST Saturday of my entire freaking life, knn. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday &lt;/strong&gt;= woke up to the puffiest and swollen eyes in the world. Couldn't go out again cos I was looking damn "pretty" lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today &lt;/strong&gt;= eyes are still very puffy. *sighs* That means still cannot go out, too ugly liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burr is coming back to Singapore this Thursday! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grin.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better be well enough by then to mingle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115613755794295693?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115613755794295693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115613755794295693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115613755794295693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115613755794295693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-sickening-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115578933416354733</id><published>2006-08-17T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:36:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; made me very happy last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/588090/2/istockphoto_588090_happy_girl_on_the_phone_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know it, but the simplest thing like a phone call can bring such joy. Couldn't really contain my joy either, I think I was talking to my friends more than usual after the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, another &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; doesn't get it. People can be really dense, or desperate, in this case. It is soooo not attractive, some people need to buy a clue. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/up.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115578933416354733?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115578933416354733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115578933416354733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115578933416354733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115578933416354733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/someone-made-me-very-happy-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115571912124242115</id><published>2006-08-16T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:07:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was being a stalker surfing some profiles on Friendster. Then I stumbled upon somebody from the not-so-distant past. A wave of emotions hit me, mostly 80% guilt and 20% regret. So many what-ifs flooded my mind... And I bet he hasn't met a bigger jerk than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing yet another useless quiz thing because I'm bored. And sore. Yah lah, I shouldn't have been so kaypoh to view his profile. Stupid, stupid, stupid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/dreaming-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination take you away from this world. So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time. You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose-colored glasses. Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others. Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?! I totally hate being called a 'dreamer'. When I was 3 years old, my mom took me to a child psychologist who condemned me as a dreamer. I was called a dreamer all through my growing up years. Now this bloody stupid quiz thing says I'm a dreamer too?!!?! Dreamers are like useless, good-for-nothings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115571912124242115?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115571912124242115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115571912124242115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115571912124242115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115571912124242115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-being-stalker-surfing-some.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115561812652004540</id><published>2006-08-15T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:47:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.elysianmusic.com/images/jc_scowl.jpg" height="200" width="135"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been in the pink of health lately. My cough and sore throat have returned! So tired and lethergic in the day, even after sleeping for 12 hours. I AM SO SICK OF THE CITY! Cars, concrete jungle, human traffic, blah blah blah. I need a holiday at some farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been exactly happy for quite some time. Going out, buying stuff and doing things I like to do and all... It's like I'm happy doing them but &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; is missing. I can't put my finger on it! I have no idea what it is, but something is definitely tugging my heart. How ah, like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four movies I've watched are CRAP. Terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) Pirates of the Caribbean (one star)&lt;br /&gt;2) The Fast and the Furious (half star)&lt;br /&gt;3) My Super Ex-Girlfriend (one star)&lt;br /&gt;4) See No Evil (negative ten stars!!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously ah, See No Evil is... indescribable. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indescribably bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, that is!! Don't bother watching movies of such genre in Singapore lah, they censor until you're not able to watch anything. Anyway the movie was shitty to start with! And I'm always damn suay - some foreign fucker sitting directly behind me was talking in his stupid foreign language damn loudly. And the 3 idiots in front were using their mobiles. *rolls eyes* People in Singapore simply have no courtesy, don't ask me why. I have close to zero tolerance for such freaks, that's why I bought myself a portable DVD player! Yay... I love it. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/film.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Striking attractiveness and danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A vivid inner world&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/" target="_blank"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it!!! I would look so awesome with green eyes, hahahaha. But I am chickenshit and would not dare to use contacts, ever. *contemplating*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115561812652004540?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115561812652004540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115561812652004540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115561812652004540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115561812652004540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/havent-been-in-pink-of-health-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115527722457988247</id><published>2006-08-11T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:20:24.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two separate lives brought together&lt;br /&gt;Our love and friendship shared forever.&lt;br /&gt;The laughs, the love, even some tears&lt;br /&gt;Were planned to be spent all our years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day things fell apart,&lt;br /&gt;And time and hurt pulled at our heart.&lt;br /&gt;"Together always," were words only said;&lt;br /&gt;And reality was, it was all in our head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, we truly shine;&lt;br /&gt;It will be you and me till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you always," will now be said&lt;br /&gt;and a great friendship waits ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jordanna Tillinghast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115527722457988247?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115527722457988247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115527722457988247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115527722457988247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115527722457988247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-separate-lives-brought-together.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115449791308727478</id><published>2006-08-02T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:51:53.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoohooooo!! Hey guys, I'm on medical leave today. Remember my post about sick colleagues still going to work? Yea, I caught the germs from them. So I'm home resting today. And getting high on cough syrup! So delirious now, hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115449791308727478?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115449791308727478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115449791308727478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115449791308727478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115449791308727478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/08/yoohooooo-hey-guys-im-on-medical-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115407013439153869</id><published>2006-07-31T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:18:34.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend: Can I just say that I loveeeeee going to Cineleisure? I adore the boys there - so young with their cute punky hairdos and trendy clothes!! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/yummy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Put an "X" to those that apply to you. Go on, be a pirate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Smoked a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Smoked a cigar.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Smoked shisha.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made out with a member of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a friend's car.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Stolen a car.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been dumped.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been fired.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Snuck out of your parents' house.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had feelings for someone who didn't reciprocate them.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made out with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept with a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Seen a dead body.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had/have a crush on one of your MySpace friends.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Thrown up in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met someone because of Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been moshing at a concert.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in an abusive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Taken painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Love someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watch planes fly by.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gaze at the moon and/or stars alone/with someone.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made a snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had a tea party.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Flown a kite.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Built a sand castle.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone puddle jumping.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played dress up.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped into a pile of leaves.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone sledding.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been lonely.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Fallen asleep at work/school.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Used a fake ID.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched the sun set.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Felt an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Touched a snake.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been tickled.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been robbed.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Robbed someone.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pet a reindeer/goat.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Won a contest.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ran a red light.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had detention.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had braces.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Danced in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Hated the way you look.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pole danced.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Questioned your heart.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been obsessed with Post-It notes.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Squished barefoot through the mud.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been lost.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to the opposite side of the country.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played cops and robbers.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Recently coloured with crayons/colored pencils/markers.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Did karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Paid for a meal with only coins.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made prank phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been kissed under mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched the sunset/sunrise with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Thought of marrying someone and have kids together.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Blown bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made a bonfire on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a party.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone roller-skating/ blading.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had a wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Worn pearls.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Screamed "penis!"/ "vagina!" in class.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ate dog food (or any other animal food).&lt;br /&gt;( ) Told a complete stranger you loved them.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sang in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Have a little black dress.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had sex in a park.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a dream that you married someone.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Glued your hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got your tongue stuck to a pole.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed a fish.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Worn the opposite sex's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been a cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sat on a roof top.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had sex at a church.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Screamed at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Done a one-handed cartwheel.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Stayed up all night.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Not taken a shower for a week.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pick and ate an apple right off the tree.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Climbed a tree.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a tree house.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been scared to watch horror movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Believe there is such a thing as the supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Have more then 30 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn a really ugly outfit to school.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone streaking.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played ding-dong-ditch.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught a fish then ate it.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made porn.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried so hard you laughed.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had someone moon/flash you.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Forgotten someone's name.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Slept naked.&lt;br /&gt;(X) French braided someone's hair.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shaved/cut off your hair with a penknife.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone skinny dipping in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been kicked out of your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am lying about 5 of them!! Guess which ones leh... LOL&lt;br /&gt;- Please do this if you're as boh liao as me! I wanna read yours &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/right.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115407013439153869?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115407013439153869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115407013439153869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115407013439153869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115407013439153869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-weekend-can-i-just-say-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115406178920640891</id><published>2006-07-28T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:01:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry guys... I think I've killed your curiosity by taking so long! It's been quite a killer week at work, and I really don't feel like switching on the notebook at home after work and on weekends. I love the WWW but certainly not as much as crazy &lt;a href="http://joy.nu/?p=1155" target="_blank"&gt;Cessy&lt;/a&gt; does (she's funny)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yay! I really went for KTV-ing and MOS last weekend! And Desmond really did go with us! Hmmm, wishing on my blog helps, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David Copperfield.. This is going to be quite long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hitparade.ch/cdimg/soundtrack-david_copperfield_-_the_sound_of_magic_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond brought me to his show at the Indoor Stadium (about 5 years ago, I think) and it turned out to be the luckiest night of my life! I went up on stage for &lt;strong&gt;2 of his acts&lt;/strong&gt;. He threw a frisbee to the audience for the first one so someone random would go up. The frisbee flew onto Desmond's lap, but I think he froze and panicked. So he just shoved it into my hands. HAHAHAHAHA! I damn happy lah, I would have snatched it even if he didn't pass it to me, LOL. It was freaking scary, cos the audience was huge, and I didn't know what he was gonna do!! I was damn starstruck standing and talking on stage with him, I must have looked like a total idiot. Anyway, after some small talk, he asked me what my favourite sport is. I said football, and he asked me to draw it on a whiteboard. WAH LAO! I sian until cannot sian anymore cos I CANNOT DRAW FOR NUTS. Boh bian lor, I shamed myself by showing everybody something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/ugliest_drawing_in_the_world.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighzz... If I remember correctly, there was this other guy from the audience too. DC made him disappear together with a photo of my nasty drawing, and they ended up on a beach very far away with DC's friend. Amazing stuff! I didn't get to find out how he did this, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was damn fun lah.. He threw about 12 big balls to the audience, and guess what... One of them landed on Desmond's lap AGAIN! HaHAhAHHAha he had the luckiest seat, man! Heng I was sitting beside him. He shoved it to me again and I gleefully went up. This was the last act of the show so it was pretty big. 12 of us got into this cage on stage and DC covered it with black cloth so it was nearly pitch dark. When he lifted the cover, all of us disappeared!! I bet the friends of all 12 of us were worried sick, because we didn't return to our seats even after the show ended. We had to look for them outside, bloody hell.. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in some toilet, where someone told us to wait for DC himself. He would be meeting and talking to us there!! OMG!! I was super starstruck ok... He's very charismatic IRL, he'll make you swoon and your knees go weak. He made us promise not to reveal the secret, and even showed us 2 drawing boards and told us to use either one to bluff whoever asked us. Hahahaha. I think I signed something, but my memory is quite fuzzy now. The best part - he shook everyone's hands BUT HE GAVE ME A WINK AND KISS!!!! ME ONLY, OK!!!! WHOAHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!! I am so special, omggggggggg. He's so cute!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Neo and Mark Lee are super kaypoh lah. They were in the audience too (sitting a few seats away from us). I saw them outside the stadium after the show and they pestered me with "How did he do it? How did he do it?!?!!" questions. I gave them a hao lian look and refused to tell. AhAHHAhHAhHAa! Shiok ah. I pledged a promise to DC eternally mah. But of course I told &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; my friends the truth, hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ok I've just spent more than an hour at work trying to squeeze this post in. No more slacking for now, unless I want to stay here after 6pm. Can't wait to leave at 6 pm sharp to go shopping with the 2 cutest girls, Jojo and WLBB. Sigh, shopping... It's a great way of &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to fill up a void in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had the &lt;strong&gt;WORST&lt;/strong&gt; nightmare about Desmond last night. Super realistic and excrutiating dream. I was so relieved when my mom woke me up to reality this morning. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/shock.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Happy weekend! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115406178920640891?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115406178920640891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115406178920640891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115406178920640891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115406178920640891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115328690787001623</id><published>2006-07-19T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:32:44.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RANDOMS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pirates of the Caribbean was a major snoozefest (at least to me). Watched it last Friday to much disappointment. I slept for about half the damn show because there was waaaayyy too much action (I HATE action, yucks). I totally love the first Pirates, this second one is so shitty. Hmmppph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Met Desmond for a while on Friday night. He bought me stuff from Hong Kong. Thank you, thank you! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Air Force is sending Jojo's bf away to Australia for a month this Thursday. Damn sad ah, he's our super super super best friend. Goodbye dinner for him tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am dying to go KTV-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dying even more to party this weekend! Desmond, please sign me in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jojo bought me &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/lambchop/191797657/" target="_blank"&gt;this super cute mirror&lt;/a&gt; to put on my office desk. Now everybody thinks I'm freaking hiao because I can't help looking at it every 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neutrogena's skin-clearing masks are quite effective. Cheap and good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I saw Xiaxue while at m)phosis yesterday. I told her I love reading her blog! Btw, the service from this short-haired woman at the CityLink branch is FUCKED UP. She is unbelievably fucking rude. No smiles at all, I thought she was some kind of discipline mistress in school. I had to go back to that stupid branch to change 2 tank tops cos they gave me the wrong size. She had the audacity to tell me yesterday, "Check now ah. I don't want you to come back and tell me that we gave you the wrong size." in the NASTIEST way possible. CCB! They made the mistake still want to blame me! Really ccb siah, she can go and die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being in the office this week is driving me nuts. The radio here is my colleague's so I've no choice but to listen to the station he likes, which is 933. And he's Chinese-speaking. I've to pretend to converse naturally in Mandarin and discuss Chinese pop singers. Damn cheena lah, cannot stand it!!!!! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/yuck.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meme: 10 Things I've Done You Probably Haven't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Talked to and kissed David Copperfield in a toilet&lt;br /&gt;2) Participated in 2 of David Copperfield's illusions&lt;br /&gt;3) Have David Copperfield asking me to keep his trick a secret!&lt;br /&gt;4) Slapped my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;5) Seen my sister get possessed (sorry Jo)&lt;br /&gt;6) Rode in the boot of a friend's car for fun&lt;br /&gt;7) Not shit for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;8) Shit at a staircase (hahahahahaha sorry Ma)&lt;br /&gt;9) Touched a TV that cost $50,000 from Bang &amp; Olufsen&lt;br /&gt;10) Not sleep and eat for 3 days straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your ten things? Tagging: eL, Jojo, Yanie, Cessy, Hannah, Kelly, Claris, Kierra, Sugar, SibehSian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115328690787001623?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115328690787001623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115328690787001623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115328690787001623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115328690787001623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/randoms-pirates-of-caribbean-was-major.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115311240067331359</id><published>2006-07-17T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:00:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.footcandyshoes.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWCATS&amp;Category=104" target="_blank"&gt;Christian Louboutin&lt;/a&gt; shoes are so hot! Everyday I see celebs in tabloid magazines wearing his creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly love &lt;a href="http://www.footcandyshoes.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;ProdID=1194" target="_blank"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.footcandyshoes.com/productimages/new2006/yoyosling_r.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christian Louboutin's "Yoyo Sling" at US$650.00&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I cannot possibly afford his shoes now. I could buy a pair but I would die from guilt. I can only afford Aldo at this moment. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/frown.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/Aldo_Florimene.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aldo's "Florimene" at US$89.99&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't &lt;a href="http://www.aldoshoes.com/eng/storeSection/redirect.cfm?sectionID=b2c/style/productDetails.cfm&amp;itemID=63187976&amp;&amp;var=d&amp;ckey=US" target="_blank"&gt;this cheap knockoff&lt;/a&gt; from Aldo so cute?! I hope the stores in Singapore carry this little beauty (and my size).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115311240067331359?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115311240067331359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115311240067331359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115311240067331359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115311240067331359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/christian-louboutin-shoes-are-so-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115285512379777308</id><published>2006-07-14T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:38:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading the back of my peppermint tea box. It's so sweet (the words, not the tea)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Add Joy to your Daily Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Pay as much attention to the things that are working positively in your life as you do to those that are giving you trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Rake a big pile of leaves every fall and jump in it with someone you love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Memorize your favourite love poem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Learn three knock-knock jokes so you will always be ready to entertain children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Don't let weeds grow around your dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Regardless of the situation, react with class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Let some things remain mysterious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-- H. Jackson Brown, Jr. (Life's Little Instruction Book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers 7 and 8 are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very, very important&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115285512379777308?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115285512379777308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115285512379777308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115285512379777308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115285512379777308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-reading-back-of-my-peppermint.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115250720566001162</id><published>2006-07-10T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:53:25.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am suffering... 1-hour sleep and sore throat, thanks to the finals and crazy cheering at Simpang Bedok last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super worth it!!!! Damn exciting match with drama mama Zidane (ROFL!), with our favourite penalty showdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WC is over too soon... Doesn't feel like a month has passed at all. (Hahahaha I have been stuck at this line for more than 30 minutes and I don't know how to continue. My mind is totally blank lah. I'll continue looking at my computer screen and pretend I'm hard at work. Bye!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115250720566001162?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115250720566001162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115250720566001162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115250720566001162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115250720566001162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-suffering.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115243193437746567</id><published>2006-07-09T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:32:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And my friends thought that you could sell me &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But get this: there are actually people buying "WORLD CUP AIR"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha, WTF right??!! How can there be people sooooo stupid as to actually waste money to buy World Cup "air"?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL, LMAO, LOL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inhome.rediff.com/money/2006/jun/29china.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read the ridiculous article here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Chinese&lt;/strike&gt; Some people are FOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115243193437746567?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115243193437746567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115243193437746567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115243193437746567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115243193437746567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-my-friends-thought-that-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115216272245722084</id><published>2006-07-07T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:01:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is very embarrassing to admit, but I am super duper addicted to &lt;strong&gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com./ontv/dyn/laguna_beach/series.jhtml#/ontv/dyn/laguna_beach/series.jhtml" target="_blank"&gt;Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/lagunabeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, Kristin, Alex, Jason, Jessica, Stephen... I love watching them all!!! Die lah, I am a 25-year-old teenybopper. Can't live without my high school movies and stuff like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County (often referred to only as "Laguna Beach") is a dramatic soap opera on MTV. In its first season (2004), it was a reality television series featuring affluent teenagers living in Laguna Beach, California, about 40 miles south of Los Angeles. In its second season, it retained its well-groomed, relatively untrained cast and documentary-like cinematic style, but became almost fully scripted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is heavily based on the FOX hit teen drama The O.C.. It differs from most other reality shows in that it is structured as somewhat more of a traditional narrative than a documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laguna Beach phenomena started in late 2003, when MTV producers started scouting locations to film a reality show about high school kids. The plan was to create a reality show that was shot in the essence of a prime-time drama. Originally, producers were to film at a Beverly Hills high school (in the tradition of Beverly Hills 90210). Producers then switched their main focus to Laguna Beach, California a small unique town in Orange County, based on the popularity of the FOX t.v. show The O.C..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Conrad or "LC" was an active member of Laguna Beach High School's student government, and was immediately noticed by MTV producers. Coincidentally, at the time of auditions a real-life love triangle was brewing among Conrad, Stephen Colletti and bad-girl Kristin Cavallari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show premiered on September 28, 2004 and focused around the lives of the members of the "love-triangle" and their friends: Lauren "Lo" Bosworth, Charles "Trey" Phillips, Talan Torriero, Christina Schuller and Morgan Olsen. The show was a breakout smash hit and quickly became the second most popular show on MTV to The Real World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laguna Beach was renewed for a second season which focused on Cavallari and her friends during their senior year. LC, Stephen, Talan and Kristin returned from the previous season as regulars and the new cast included: Jessica Smith, Jason Wahler, Alex Murrel, and Taylor Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second season of the show contained more drama and continued to score high ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV describes Laguna Beach: "It's one of the wealthiest, most beautiful beachside communities in the world and MTV has unlimited access to the tight-knit power clique of eight rich, beautiful teenagers that live there. Their lives intertwine in ways you won’t believe, until you drop in for a visit. Laguna Beach is paradise–a little slice of heaven on earth–why would anyone want to leave? The answer will come as you watch the best friends share experiences through parties, relationships, love and small town injustice. This is where the angst and the tumultuous affairs are the stuff of prime time drama, except this is all REAL. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Welcome to paradise, otherwise known as Laguna Beach, California."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been some controversy about whether the situations on the show are real, mainly due to the use of multiple camera angles allowing the crew to capture all the action, which some people have criticized as they feel in reality this would not be able to happen. MTV's disclaimer at the beginning of the show states that "the people, the locations and the drama are all real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a New York Times article, executive producer Tony DiSanto elaborated: "It's as real as any reality show. These are the real kids. The things they're saying are unscripted; it's what goes on in their lives. What we chose to show or not show is where we are editorializing. And just like any reality show, if two kids say they want to go out to dinner and we know that this one restaurant will not allow us to shoot in there then we can't get the scene. So we may ask them, 'You know what? Would you guys mind going to this one where they’ll let us shoot?' They say yes or may say no. It's obviously their decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one source tells that the producers tell some cast members, such as Taylor Cole, to go into their parents room for a shoot at her house because her room "does not look big enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED TO GET ALL THE COMPLETE SEASONS ON DVD!! (pathetic, I know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115216272245722084?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115216272245722084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115216272245722084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115216272245722084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115216272245722084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-very-embarrassing-to-admit-but.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115211121517437240</id><published>2006-07-06T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:30:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I am REALLY REALLY REALLY looking forward to is.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on an airplane (MUST be SIA one, hahaha)! A lot of people hate airplanes and flying, but why??!?! I totally enjoy it lor (only SQ)! The destination would probably be Australia. Desmond's parents brought me along on tour with them about 4 years ago. BEST DAYS OF MY ENTIRE LIFE! I want to go to Dream World, Movie World and Sea World and sit all the rides again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really X 100000000000000000000000000 want to do that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we all can go at the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wistful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roller-coaster.com.au/gallery/giantdrop-dw/006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.roller-coaster.com.au/gallery/giantdrop-dw/006.jpg" width="308" height="411" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until 2003, this was the tallest amusement ride in the world. Currently, Giant Drop is the tallest non-coaster ride in the world, and second tallest ride in the world. I wanna sit this baby again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ride-extravaganza.com/rides/tower_of_terror/tower_of_terror_02.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ride-extravaganza.com/rides/tower_of_terror/tower_of_terror_02.jpg" width="274" height="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peaking at 38 storeys high (115 metres) and stretching the equivalent of three football fields across the Park (330 metres), the Tower of Terror is the world's leading edge thrill ride, achieving unprecedented speeds of up to 160 km per hour using newly developed electro-magnetic acceleration technology. MY ULTIMATE FAVOURITE. *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115211121517437240?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115211121517437240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115211121517437240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115211121517437240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115211121517437240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-i-am-really-really-really-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115211012561531636</id><published>2006-07-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:06:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I have to work................................. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Cup is gonna be over too soon. I'm regretting not watching most of the matches. It's really the MOST awesome event in the world! Such enthusiasm, passion and spirit for the game. Indescribable!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany vs Italy was the best match lah! Nyah nyah nyah, Germany!!! I don't like German football... Boring and conservative. They have younger players now, but still blehhh... So freaking happy that Italy went through. In the most spectacular way: 2 beautiful goals in the last minute of extra time! I could hear all the German fans' hearts breaking. NICE!! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/biggrin.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Super excited about later's France vs Portugal! FRANCE IS GOING HOME. My hero Ronaldo is gonna break France. KILL THEM!!!! But so late how to watch... I also cannot take leave tomorrow. Super sian lah.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update: CB France lah... Nia hia.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grumpy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.food-force.com/images/ronaldinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cutest guy IN THE WORLD: Ronaldinho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends say I have weird taste in guys, but don't you think he's damn cute?! He also has the best smile EVER, always brightens my day when I see his smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/en/worldcup/index/0,3360,WF2010,00.html?comp=WF&amp;year=2010" target="_blank"&gt;World Cup 2010 South Africa&lt;/a&gt; - WE ARE GOING THERE TO WATCH!!! Right, Jojo and BB?! Let's shake on that k!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115211012561531636?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115211012561531636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115211012561531636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115211012561531636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115211012561531636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-i-have-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115193827400054167</id><published>2006-07-03T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:54:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jojo and I bought new toys yesterday. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grin.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exilim.com/intl/ex_z600/" target="_blank"&gt;Casio EX-Z600BK&lt;/a&gt; for her (22nd birthday present from Burr and I), &lt;a href="http://www.creative.com/products/product.asp?category=118&amp;subcategory=309&amp;product=14133" target="_blank"&gt;Creative&lt;/a&gt; for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I fooled around with some pictures. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/"&gt;my Flickr account&lt;/a&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115193827400054167?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115193827400054167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115193827400054167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115193827400054167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115193827400054167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/jojo-and-i-bought-new-toys-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115179004338387591</id><published>2006-07-02T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T05:40:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah lan ehhhhhhhhhhh... Just got home from the watching the worst match of my life. Please allow me to rant, I am freaking sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil lost 1-0 to fucking France (sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so totally heart-broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe the superb Brazil is out of the game. They're probably packing their bags right now to board the plane home. The stupid referee can go and eat shit lah, he was so siding the smelly French men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bloody excited about the finals, I thought my beloved Brazil would take home the cup again. Was going to take leave on Monday and all... Sigh... But now can forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more sian than &lt;a href="http://sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sibeh Sian&lt;/a&gt; lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115179004338387591?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115179004338387591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115179004338387591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115179004338387591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115179004338387591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/wah-lan-ehhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115163998172042442</id><published>2006-06-30T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:19:41.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/dulan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a ninja today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man, I'm damn dulan. My colleague has fucked-up my Friday. He is coughing, sneezing and sniffing NON-STOP, and he's sitting directly in front of me. Coughing and spewing all the freaking germs in MY direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should be more sympathetic towards sick people, but why the fuck can't they see a doctor and rest at home? Take the day off lah. Wah lan eh, must come to work and spread their holy germs and viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To other people, the flu means seeing a GP and staying home a couple of days. But to me, it means a 4-day stay at the hospital, heavy bills and total misery. A lot of difference ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am MAJORLY pissed. He really can't stop sniffing leh. Each sniff he makes, I make a "tsk" sound. I cannot tahan much longer I think, really fucking irritating. His nose is full of mucus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no choice but to wear a hospital mask. Damn retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'm gonna be in a damn bad mood... Fucking spoil my Friday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115163998172042442?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115163998172042442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115163998172042442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115163998172042442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115163998172042442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-ninja-today-fuck-man-im-damn-dulan.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115149441431588158</id><published>2006-06-28T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:36:47.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tagged! (by &lt;a href="http://kierra.wordpress.com/2006/06/24/ive-been-tagged" target="_blank"&gt;Kierra&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complaints&lt;br /&gt;2. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged&lt;br /&gt;3. Start your post with "I have been tagged!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite colour: orange&lt;br /&gt;favourite food: American (greasy bacon, burgers, fries..)&lt;br /&gt;favourite song: Ooh Child by Dino&lt;br /&gt;favourite movie: Selena&lt;br /&gt;favourite sport: soccer&lt;br /&gt;favourite day of the week: Friday&lt;br /&gt;favourite season: winter&lt;br /&gt;favourite ice-cream: chocolate mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: excited (not from doing this tag, lol!)&lt;br /&gt;current taste: some fruit gum&lt;br /&gt;current clothes: business wear&lt;br /&gt;current desktop: my company's one but it's SJP at home&lt;br /&gt;current toenails: red varnish (act SQ, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;current time: 7:32 pm&lt;br /&gt;current surroundings: office, with nobody around&lt;br /&gt;current annoyances: the right side of my abdomen keeps throbbing, ARGH&lt;br /&gt;current thoughts: faster go home.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firsts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first best friends: Delia, Yanying...&lt;br /&gt;first crush: my cousin &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/yuck.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first movie: The 10 Commandments&lt;br /&gt;first lie: around 2 years old. always pretended to sleep so my dad would carry me home and i wouldn't have to walk.&lt;br /&gt;first music: songs from Sunday school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last cigarette: 2 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;last drink(alcohol): Tiger beer&lt;br /&gt;last car ride: Burr's car&lt;br /&gt;last crush: can't say here, shit..&lt;br /&gt;last movie: &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0397078/" target="_blank"&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: I just called my boss&lt;br /&gt;last CD played: Gwen Stefani's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00064AEJW/103-8665411-1725436?v=glance&amp;n=5174" target="_blank"&gt;Love. Angel. Music. Baby.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever dated your best friend: my boyfriend was my best friend&lt;br /&gt;have you ever broken the law: yes&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been arrested: no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever skinny-dipped: no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been on tv: yes (I was 11 years old doing the Kallang wave at the national stadium!!!)&lt;br /&gt;have you ever kissed someone you don't know: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing: hair clip, heels, bra, panties, panty-liner (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;4 things you have done today: smoked, text messaged (a WHOLE LOT), peed, smiled&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: people outside leaving, Power 98, aircon blowing&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you are bored: roll my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tag: &lt;a href="http://whymeeeee.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jojo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blissfullyimmune.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Yanie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hanwxy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.joy.nu" target="_blank"&gt;Cessy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dissmachine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://claris85.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Claris&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sugar-pie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sugar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sibehsibehsian.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://elsasylum.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;eL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I learned that a colleague over in the US took his own life today. Rest well, FC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115149441431588158?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115149441431588158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115149441431588158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115149441431588158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115149441431588158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-been-tagged-by-kierra-1.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115139172432527919</id><published>2006-06-27T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:02:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey folks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank you for your very kind comments for the last post. You all are very steady. Heh heh. I've a wordpress account now, but the html cannot be edited! *pouts* Will probably move or something after I reply &lt;a href="http://kierra.wordpress.com/2006/06/24/ive-been-tagged" target="_blank"&gt;Kierra's tag&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ahahahaha sorry for not updating for so long... Been super duper lazy, busy, and no mood to say anything. But that doesn't mean my life is not happening, wahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil vs Ghana tonight. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sorry to all Australians and fans... but I hate the Australian World Cup team!!! Plays like shit but damn arrogant. Damn rough some more. Think they all can win the Cup?! Kiss my ass lah. It was the best match last night: Italy vs Australia. Penalty to Italy during the &lt;strong&gt;95th minute&lt;/strong&gt;. WAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. Serves them right lah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115139172432527919?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115139172432527919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115139172432527919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115139172432527919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115139172432527919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-folks-1-thank-you-for-your-very.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115036168631128342</id><published>2006-06-15T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:54:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrrgghhh... I need a password-protected blog! There are so many things to say but I only want to show them to friends, and not put them on public display. That's why all the posts here are so lame and boh liao. Feels so impersonal. Would you still read if I moved to Wordpress and gave you the password? Like very leh ceh for you hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends list: Jojo, Yanie, Hannah, Cessy, Kelly, Claris, GhOsT, Kierra, Sugar, Sibeh Sian, eL, Hanie. Did I leave anyone out?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115036168631128342?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115036168631128342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115036168631128342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115036168631128342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115036168631128342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/arrrgghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-115023605727688385</id><published>2006-06-14T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:19:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-0 win over Croatia in a rather unexciting match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my Brazil shirt and wristbands yesterday to work, but nobody else did the same!!! People working at Ubi suck lah... damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get some bad shit later. My expectations are always too many. When they don't materialize, everything comes crashing down. Happens EVERY time. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update: Well, not as half as bad as I expected, but my intuition was spot-on! First time sia. [3:15 pm]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-115023605727688385?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115023605727688385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=115023605727688385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115023605727688385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/115023605727688385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/brazil-1-0-win-over-croatia-in-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114982329895504278</id><published>2006-06-09T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:24:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kierra.eponym.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kierra&lt;/a&gt; thinks she &lt;a href="http://kierra.eponym.com/blog/_archives/2006/6/5/2006853.html" target="_blank"&gt;has it bad on the train&lt;/a&gt;. HA! It's nothing compared to the worst ride I had on the bus yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the buses at Ubi at knock-off time were damn packed lah. But I was gonna alight after 5 stops so I boarded the sardine bus. I was standing in front of this woman who was seated, let's call her Ah Pui. Beside me was this woman whose arm was like pressing against mine. Argh.. I HATE physical contact with strangers. I imagine them to be full of germs. This guy behind me was damn gross lah, his butt was pressing against mine. WTF???!?!! Then Ah Pui decided to alight and when she got out of her seat, she stepped on my foot and pants with her WHOLE weight. As you can tell from her name, she ain't very light. And she didn't even apologise, I guess she was brought up poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lan eh, woman on the right touching me, Ah Pui stepping on me and man behind me caressing my ass with his ass. I felt so raped!!!!!!!! (and helpless, cos cannot 'siam' anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some woman about 50 cm away rushed to Ah Pui's empty seat which was right in front of me. She damn happy, like she just won first prize or something, and gave me the biggest smirk. WHAT NERVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hated everyone on the bus yesterday. I imagined it to burst in flames, after I alighted, of course. Made my mood damn bad the whole night lah, luckily I bought a Chanel foundation to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I was asking my weird CB colleague something while typing this post. THE FUCKER IGNORED ME. I'm in a mini rage right now. Everyone in this world is a fucking weirdo. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grr.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114982329895504278?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114982329895504278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114982329895504278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114982329895504278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114982329895504278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/kierra-thinks-she-has-it-bad-on-train.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114951866227236605</id><published>2006-06-05T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:42:14.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept a lot during the weekend: 12 hours on Friday, and 12 hours on Saturday! Goodness, that's like 1 whole day wasted!!! Heng ah, I still managed to do a lot of stuff, otherwise I wouldn't forgive myself for wasting the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - &lt;br /&gt;Longest day of my life, man. Went to California Bugis after work! Damn tiring ah... Couldn't have dinner some more, cos we were watching X-Men at 9:30 at Marina Square. So had to wait till 12++ to have dinner at Katong! Btw, the western food near Gamers Inc is damn nice. And we saw &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mr. Brown&lt;/a&gt; walk by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - &lt;br /&gt;KTV!! Ate at Maxwell before that, and saw a few cuties. Unfortunately they like only their own kind. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160873355/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/160873355_40d82f9815_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanie checking out Jojo's butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160873356/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/160873356_a6347eab99_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite blouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160873358/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/57/160873358_ae8445a193_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo, Hanie and Rosanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160873360/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/160873360_d1a8e6bbbe_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160876842/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/160876842_6b661865d1_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosanne and Bingwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160876844/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/160876844_1c4e3ba882_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cuties :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160873362/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/62/160873362_1f7deeef28_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My singing sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160873361/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/72/160873361_8e24ce799f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanie's singing sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160876846/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/76/160876846_2c34f091c5_m.jpg" width="204" height="240" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burr's singing sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/160876845/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/160876845_9c7662d3f3_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="KTV (3 June 06)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosanne's singing sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday -&lt;br /&gt;Walloped a plate of cuttlefish kang kong then rollerblading. I love East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 666. I think today is a very, very, very strange day, but I can't say why, HEEHEEHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114951866227236605?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114951866227236605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114951866227236605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114951866227236605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114951866227236605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-slept-lot-during-weekend-12-hours-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114921040618468410</id><published>2006-06-02T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:33:06.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaarrrggghh... Sometimes I hate things like instant messengers and SMS. I always do major fu*k-ups which are totally embarrassing and make me wanna die on the spot. I can remember two incidents but there are much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I was out with this guy alone, and he kinda thought it was a date but it was TOTALLY NOT and it made me a bit disgusted with the whole thing. In the middle of dinner, I couldn't take it any longer so I sent my sister a text saying, "Damn boring lah!!!!!! PLEASE SAVE ME" I was so retarded that I accidentally sent the guy the message instead of my sister!!! HOLY SHIT. Heng ah, he thought I was texting HIM instead of talking. So we immediately went to somewhere else. He was so nice to pretend that the message was for him, any idiot would have known it was not. I don't know why he didn't stand up, slap me and leave on the spot! I totally deserve it. Until now I don't know how I squirmed my way out of that one. He was still very nice after that... I casually mentioned that I was feeling peckish while in his car. He drove to a shopping mall to get me a drink and scone from Starbucks while I waited in the car. And I was such a mean little piece of shit to him!!! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/sad.gif"&gt; (ooops, super off-topic here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Then not too long ago, it was 8+ pm with only my boss, colleague and myself left in the office. My colleague sent me a Skype message, "Why are you staying so late?" I closed the window, intending to reply after sending an email I was writing. My reply was, "Boss asked me to stay back. *ROLLS EYES*" then I sent it. My jaw dropped when I saw my boss' nick in the message window. WTF. I sent to him instead!!! Now he thinks I always talk about him behind his back. But at least I didn't say "CB boss" or "Fu*king boss"... Wah lao, confirm kena sack on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more stupid cock-ups lor... But these two are the worst, I think. Instant messenging and SMS are NOT meant for idiots like me!! They'll only ruin my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itypeit.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/6160/1783kk.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/12254162-114921040618468410?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114921040618468410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114921040618468410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114921040618468410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114921040618468410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/aaaarrrggghh.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114914178070785413</id><published>2006-06-01T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:17:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend: drove up to Genting/KL with the lovely group. I hate going to Genting... not because the place is bad, but it is OVERCROWDED with UGLY (not physically ugly kind lah) Singaporeans and even UGLIER China Chinese. They make the place very 'lok kok' with their LOUD VOLUMES and lack of manners. They are confirm the first ones to chiong the buffet breakfasts so we didn't bother to fight with them lah (it's sucky anyway). They don't talk... they SHOUT. I don't know why. From their accents, the UGLY people are always Singaporeans or China Chinese. Fucking disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore car rides, especially long ones. Driving to Genting/KL took 5 hours. SHIOK ah!! Of course I am the passenger lah, I don't know whether the drivers enjoy the driving as much as I do or not, heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the drivers: Burr and Hanie. Two thumbs up for them!!! We drove there not knowing the way at all, not even a freaking map with us. As they said, "Just whack only!" Hahahaha! We made it to Genting without getting lost at all. They all so zai! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove from Genting to KL and got lost on the way back to Genting. Damn scary sia! Was already after 1 am and damn tired. Renyou got so frustrated that he stopped on the road, and Burr did a handbrake-turn. WTH! I woke up in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, ONE IMPORTANT THING! I am sorry to say this but... MALAYSIAN 'POLIS' ARE FUCKING CORRUPTED MONEYGRUBBERS!!! @#*&amp;$^#*$&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going a little fast on the highway (as with the other thousands of Malaysian cars!). Only both our cars got stopped by the 'polis' who showed us a grubby piece of paper with some scibbles and said we had to pay RM150 fine. WTF. Only aim us because we are not locals. So... we did the norm and asked, "Can cheaper or not?" Then his face damn happy lor. *rolls eyes* I cannot believe how corrupted they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise to the Malaysians if I have hurt your feelings, but your 'polis' very jialat. Like to aim foreigners only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos! Cannot post most of them cos we are not a vain bunch who likes to pose for the camera. Most of the time we were making ghastly, disgusting, funny poses. Heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157242429/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/157242429_3c9b57d314_m.jpg" width="240" height="180"  border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in SG, just picked Yanie up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157242430/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/157242430_7e186b88a5_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching KL... raining damn shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157242432/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/44/157242432_53f59b8367_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drivers: Burr and Hanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157242433/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/157242433_a2e986e700_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reached hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157246526/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/157246526_bf1c411603_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanie and Jojo getting ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157246527/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/57/157246527_a4d3a68c42_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordering something... it was raining at the theme park &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grumpy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157246528/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/64/157246528_2f61f64562_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157246530/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/63/157246530_78d2c8c0af_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157248549/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/64/157248549_9d9fe2084f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF... Darren has freaky eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157248555/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/75/157248555_c32b002117_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored with each other.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157248560/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/70/157248560_63fe2d5f96_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more sian with each other.. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157248564/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/67/157248564_8f1624116f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple on honeymoon: Renyou &amp; Darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157248568/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/157248568_36a7401f01_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner in KL.. waiting for the rain to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157248569/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/157248569_5004c01f2f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what show they watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157251042/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/52/157251042_c37b38e3fa_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Hanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157251044/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/75/157251044_775dddda27_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess whose legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157251045/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/77/157251045_53fda26eb5_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene from a KL coffeeshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157251047/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/66/157251047_9c0cb08778_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me Hanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157251049/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/157251049_46b3b865be_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren has a nice profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157251051/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/73/157251051_3bf20e5634_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phangster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157253424/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/68/157253424_ba547350cb_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are very shy to take photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157253453/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/76/157253453_56d8717035_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157253455/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/157253455_33f2a18806_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanie, Jojo and Hanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157256276/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/49/157256276_b3982fd4eb_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell, but Hanie does crazy driving *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157256277/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/75/157256277_34fac6e73e_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave photo of Yanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157256278/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/73/157256278_3636aa7da3_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story-teller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157260440/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/157260440_f5f3ca8fff_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having coffee at Sungei Wang while waiting for the guys to finish shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157260442/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/157260442_f0447bbbcc_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanie playing with Nintendo DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157260444/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/157260444_b761cc3111_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo secretly taking my pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157263444/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/45/157263444_d6e1b89686_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157263445/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/69/157263445_decdf0697f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strong arms ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157263446/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/63/157263446_d124f8f8a1_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overpriced new hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157263447/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/157263447_9988da0b6e_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian lah.. still waiting.. damn long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157263448/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/75/157263448_0ddba6c8c8_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jojo took a couple of shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157263449/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/56/157263449_ec8c549cbc_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157267582/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/157267582_7885f0f8f9_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were still not done so we went to the hotel opp to s***. Yes, all 3 of us, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157267584/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/70/157267584_b34a2f7f0a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157267586/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/65/157267586_40b011bc0d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157267588/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/157267588_cd7d5df8cb_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife (in green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lambchop/157267590/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/71/157267590_6ebb412147_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" border="0" alt="Road Trip (May 06)!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shitty last pic I took then my cam died &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grr.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few more in my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/lambchop/" target="_blank"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I have this habit of skipping lunch so I bought a box of Uncle Toby's muesli bars. I just found out each bar has more than 500 calories. WTF??!??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114914178070785413?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114914178070785413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114914178070785413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114914178070785413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114914178070785413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-weekend-drove-up-to-gentingkl.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114888688465433891</id><published>2006-05-29T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:14:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waaaaaahhhh siannnnnnnn... It was really horrible waking up today. Cos I reached home at 2:30 am last night from..... &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Yea, it was a damn tiring drive all the way back home. 5 hours man! So sorry, H &amp; B!! We spent the weekend at Genting/KL... So fun with everybody!! Anyways I'm back at work.. and suffering. Everybody else took Monday off except me (how about you, Yanie?) and I guess they must be still be in slumber now, so shiok!!! Not like me!.. Had to wake up at 7 am... arrrgghh. I'm half-awake and feel like I'm floating. Need to fag more but boss is in today and I don't think he'll like me popping outside every 10 minutes. BUT I REALLY NEED TO FAG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos when I am in a better state of mind... and more coherent! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/laidback.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114888688465433891?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114888688465433891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114888688465433891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114888688465433891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114888688465433891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/waaaaaahhhh-siannnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114792282720531794</id><published>2006-05-23T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:31:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I am the dumbest person alive on this planet!!!!! Today is my heavy-flow day (hehehehe) so I went to the little girls' room with my trusty pad pouch. I did the dirty (wrapped up the nasty to throw away), only to open the pouch to find nothing but pantyliners!!! THAT CANNOT DO!!... Cos it's heavy-flow day and pantyliners are like, useless. Aaarrggghhh, there I was, with pants down, jaw-dropped and feeling very stupid. (If you really need to know what I did, I am using three liners at one go.. WTF, hahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I am SERIOUSLY PISSED with &lt;a href="http://www.californiafitness.com/" target="_blank"&gt;California Fitness&lt;/a&gt;. They have the WORST service EVER. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the Bugis branch asking to speak to a new Fitness Consultant (the person you sign up membership with) because mine had resigned. The recep was unable to give me his number (*rolls eyes* like big secret) but she said "Don" (YES, I AM NOT CONCEALING YOUR NAME!!!!) would call me back ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, "Don" never called me back. I waited a whole freaking week!!! The next week, I called the Bugis branch again, already very pissed. "Please have another Fitness Consultant call me. I don't want Don, give me someone who is responsible." The recep then told me, "Yes mam! We will have someone call you within an hour, WE PROMISE." One hour turned into two hours, and I didn't even receive a fkn call the next day. WTF are they doing? I specifically told them I wanted to find out the membership prices, because I have two friends interested in joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tahan their tidak apa attitude any longer so I wrote them the below on the contact form on their stupid web site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I know what you guys at California Fitness are doing???!!? The Fitness Consultant, ________, who took care of my membership has left CF. So I left my name &amp; number with the reception early last week and they said a new FC, Don, would call me back. He never did so I called AGAIN yesterday and the recep told me someone would call me back within an hour. Until now I have heard nothing from you guys. LOOK, I have 2 friends who want to sign up as members so pls explain why I have to keep calling and you guys are simply not interested. Don't hv Don call me, I want a FC who is responsible. I really don't appreciate waiting so long when I was promised to get a call 'soon'. What is your definition of 'soon'?! One month or one year? All I want to know is the price of the membership - such a simple thing but I can't even get any answer despite repeated callings!!!!! Getting really fed-up here, pls have someone call me ASAP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA guess what??? STILL NO CALL FROM THEM!!! I think they all can go and die already lah. I called them two days after the angry letter and managed to get the pricing from some snotty, unhelpful and unfriendly guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the WORST customer service ever?!?!? Want to join also so difficult. I hope they close down soon, or wake up their idea and buck up. Don't join this shitty gym if you're looking for one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114792282720531794?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114792282720531794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114792282720531794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114792282720531794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114792282720531794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-i-am-dumbest-person-alive-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114829531977048027</id><published>2006-05-22T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:43:51.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for the comments below, everyone!! I love every one of them &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/cute.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hanging in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 9pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your Inner Child Is Surprised&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/surprised.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish all of the details in life.&lt;br /&gt;Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114829531977048027?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114829531977048027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114829531977048027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114829531977048027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114829531977048027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you-for-comments-below-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114784633390442725</id><published>2006-05-17T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:42:07.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I've been feeling very tense and high-strung, even when I'm at rest. I used to be a super laid-back person (nothing could get me uptight) but now my heart beats about 12832942304 times a minute, and heavily too! I can see the thumping on my left boob. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my specialist if I were going to get a heart attack, or if my heart was gonna explode. It sure feels like it. He said it's extremely normal for my heart to beat so many times a minute because I'm on steroids. Freakin' pills! Acne (hasn't cleared up), swollen face and possible heart attack. Need to get off them fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so anyway, a few nights ago in the cab on the way home, the driver asked me why I was looking so nervous. 3 days ago the stupid hairdresser (this story another day, still too pissed to talk about that) gave me a mini shoulder massage, and she said that my flesh was hard like a rock (happens to people who are very stressed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...! Sigh, I used to be a person with no worries in the world but now there are people saying I look damn nervous (even when I was spacing out) and my shoulders are unusually hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have Murphy and Jojo&amp;Co. Otherwise I would have passed out long ago or kena another Lupus flare... I can frequently feel a flare coming up but my mind desperately wills it away, or I beg God to make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!!! (J+B+H+E+Y+B+R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/sweet_murphy.jpg" alt="Murphy hugging my arm to sleep... (btw, quality for Motorola Razr camera SUCKS)"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114784633390442725?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114784633390442725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114784633390442725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114784633390442725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114784633390442725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/recently-ive-been-feeling-very-tense.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114733200210598800</id><published>2006-05-14T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T13:05:07.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all mommies out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="orange" size="5"&gt;Happy Mothers' Day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/200330035-001.jpg" width="168" height="253"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114733200210598800?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114733200210598800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114733200210598800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114733200210598800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114733200210598800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-all-mommies-out-there-happy-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114744247478416920</id><published>2006-05-12T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:04:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I feel so bad about yesterday's hissy fit post. Look what they bought me last evening!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/11-05-06_1754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/11-05-06_1754.jpg" width="160" height="120" border="0" alt="computer mouse from colleagues!!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = easily appeased&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114744247478416920?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114744247478416920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114744247478416920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114744247478416920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114744247478416920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-i-feel-so-bad-about-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114732227943629890</id><published>2006-05-11T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:38:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody hell... So pissed with some people here in the office. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/grumpy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, sometimes I see dirty coffee mugs near the basin. I am expected to wash them?! I don't give a shit, I just threw them away. Secondly, some idiot just left our air-tight tupperware open after taking whatever out. I HATE SUCH IRRESPONSIBLE AND CAN'T-BE-BOTHERED ACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so sexist/MCP?! Just because I am the only girl here doesn't automatically make me the washing lady!!! I AM NOT THEIR FREAKING MOTHER! Damn irritating lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to generalize, but the ONLY male in my life I can depend on 100% is my darling baby dachshund. The rest are just shits lah. (no offence: B, H and E! I still love you all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114732227943629890?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114732227943629890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114732227943629890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114732227943629890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114732227943629890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/bloody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114681730687460703</id><published>2006-05-05T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:51:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taken from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bexafraid.com/" target="_blank"&gt;GhOsT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bring you a glass of water, it is just a drink to you, a simple act.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about the effort I had put in, to complete the task?&lt;br /&gt;Do not just judge by the end result, think about the process too.&lt;br /&gt;Never take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/thefridayfive/" target="_blank"&gt;The Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about people who commit suicide? Such as, do you feel that they are too lazy to deal with life, have depression, do you feel sorry for them, etc.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredibly sad, and their courage to take their own lives is something I would never comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think people say about you behind your back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her big head!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could own and operate any major business, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TV network, won't that be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you/would you be embarrassed to talk to your friends or family about sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY. I'm a major prude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In some cultures, young women are married and begin families as soon as they start a menstrual cycle. Do you believe this is right or wrong? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is anybody to tell them it's wrong? It's their culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114681730687460703?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114681730687460703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114681730687460703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114681730687460703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114681730687460703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/taken-from-ghost-when-i-bring-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114662971175704862</id><published>2006-05-03T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:54:00.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.isymbolz.com/misc/japanese/jp001-angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague is soooooooooooo sexist!! He constantly refers to me as "my girl"... WTF?! Being the only female here does not mean I am the office girl/cleaning lady/whatever-girl. Wah lao, I already told him to his face, I &lt;strong&gt;AM NOT &lt;/strong&gt;"his girl", it's very sexist and rude to call me that. Who the hell even uses that term anymore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a guy doing my job, is he going to call him "my boy"???!! Stupid sia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Adjectives/angry.gif" width="174" height="218"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114662971175704862?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114662971175704862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114662971175704862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114662971175704862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114662971175704862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-colleague-is-soooooooooooo-sexist.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12254162.post-114611630844237744</id><published>2006-04-27T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:38:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry friends!!! This has been a KILLER week, I have no time to breathe, shit and eat! Quick note to tell you I'm still alive somewhere. Hope everyone's doing good! I also have no time to read your blogs but I'll catch up next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/cute.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S - My colleague is so nice.. He's always giving me little snacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12254162-114611630844237744?l=l-diaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114611630844237744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12254162&amp;postID=114611630844237744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114611630844237744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12254162/posts/default/114611630844237744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-diaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry-friends-this-has-been-killer.html' title=''/><author><name>lambchop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15616618918098288387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v699/lambchop23/photos/illus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
