<?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-7243055</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:58:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>innovate don't imitate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109324305306085499</id><published>2004-08-23T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:43:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went daiso with bing last evening.&lt;br /&gt;gosh! it was really big.&lt;br /&gt;everything selling at $2.&lt;br /&gt;ranging from japanese skincare, stationery, furniture, gardening tools, food to musical cds and much more, they had almost everything that i needed there.&lt;br /&gt;some products are similar to what you can find in muji but much much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;these are what i brought home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/CE/BA/1E/iCEBA1E4B-DE1C-44AF-9E6B-C9DD69F47084.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the back:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 cutesy stools in pink and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from left to rite:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-'eternity' cd under the 'relaxation' category.&lt;br /&gt;-charcoal face mask (it's really black in colour)&lt;br /&gt;-hair cream (i love it's fragrance)&lt;br /&gt;-hard gel (for bing's messy hair)&lt;br /&gt;-hair cologne for ladies (easy spray on available for men too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in front:&lt;/strong&gt; luminous pink ashtray (has many other designs and colours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only spent $16 for all these.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;went home feeling sooo happie and satisfied.. oh and tired after all the walking.&lt;br /&gt;ended the day with a sumptous meal of bak kut teh cooked by bing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109324305306085499?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109324305306085499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109324305306085499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109324305306085499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109324305306085499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/went-daiso-with-bing-last-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109274466643064414</id><published>2004-08-17T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T20:11:06.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wuz chatting with my uncle just now and i finally understood why he chose to be a resident in canada.&lt;br /&gt;his words made me fall in love with canada, i should say, the people of canada. &lt;i&gt;the canadians. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in canada, there are shops with 90 days money back guarantee. for unsatisfied goods. whatever is spoilt or even if you're unsatisfied with the colour of your furniture, you can return the goods and get a full refund. my uncle went to a shop with the intention of repairing an equipment, the staff in the shop gave him a brand new piece instead even though my uncle honestly told them that he has been using his for 3-4 years. me and my grandma listened in awe. if singapore has shops like these, they would close down in no time. &lt;i&gt;everyone &lt;/i&gt; would go there to return their goods and exchange for new ones. in canada, very few people have mindsets like this. everything is based on an honest policy. how nice. the only people who return their goods very often for no valid reasons are mainly chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's more, if you think a 90 day money back guarantee is good enough, you haven't heard of the lifetime warranty. i am impressed. and what's more, canada is cleaner than singapore which i thought was clean enuff. crime rate is lower too (unlike US and many other parts of the world). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racism and discrimination are almost, if not totally wiped out (unlike in certain parts of england, uk, us etc). everyone there is considered equal. every citizen is called a canadian and not a chinese, indian, malay etc. gays, lesbians and all other minorities have their rights. the poor have nothing to fear as the unemployed and elderly will be taken care of and supported by the government. children attend school without paying school fees cuz basic education is fully subsidised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a canada citizenship is relatively easier than many countries too. All you need is to stay there for 3 years or more and you will be named a Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the citizens being so thoughtfully taken care of, what else do you need? coupled with great landscapes and serenity, what more can you ask for? but however, living in singapore isn't too bad either. we are, compared to malaysia, hongkong, thailand, considered very clean. our grounds are safe, people do not carry guns around. in my opinion, singapore is one of the world's best gourmet haven. we have all sorts of cuisines, you'll never be tired of the food in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.... i still love hongkong alot. *grinz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109274466643064414?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109274466643064414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109274466643064414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109274466643064414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109274466643064414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/wuz-chatting-with-my-uncle-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109265008703155392</id><published>2004-08-16T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:54:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>steamboat &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; on saturday nite.&lt;br /&gt;this time at bing's place together with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;bing was so busy that day.&lt;br /&gt;she woke up early in the morning so that she can get those big bouncy fishballs, they're reeli bouncy.&lt;br /&gt;we thot there wouldn't be enuff food for all but in turned out to be more than enuff.&lt;br /&gt;and end up the next day, we had the leftovers for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;after the steamboat was mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;opened 2 tables and still not enuff!&lt;br /&gt;her house was like a suana with just one fan operating for more than 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;at a point, i looked around and realised that most of the people's faces were oily. eeeek! heh! and that included my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;when i was on my way home today, i paid a visit to the newly opened shop near tampines mrt.&lt;br /&gt;it sold lots of hello kitty, melody, snoopy, barbie etc. tonnes of cutesy stuffs and reeli cheap too!&lt;br /&gt;i am so interested in the furry dustbins that they have. and rainbow curtains. oh, and i was so surprised that they actually had strawberry shortcake keychains too! my all time favourite character since i was a.. &lt;i&gt;toddler??? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that shop, gonna patronise it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's dad's birthday today and my cuzzins are back in singapore. yay! can eat birthday cake later =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109265008703155392?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109265008703155392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109265008703155392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109265008703155392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109265008703155392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/steamboat-again-on-saturday-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109232732060638382</id><published>2004-08-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T00:15:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interesting discovery i stumbled upon: &lt;a href="http://www.p-mate.com"&gt;p-mate &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;take a look.&lt;br /&gt;what's more interesting is that it's selling rite here in yahoo auctions for only $1.50 per piece.&lt;br /&gt;someone pls leave me your feedback if you've used this before.&lt;br /&gt;i'm flexible when it comes to changes but, &lt;i&gt; this? &lt;/i&gt; *hesitates*&lt;br /&gt;but still, i must say it's kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;whoever invented this must be rich, or getting rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109232732060638382?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109232732060638382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109232732060638382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109232732060638382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109232732060638382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/interesting-discovery-i-stumbled-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109212843182639832</id><published>2004-08-10T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:00:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey peeps! i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;well, haven't been blogging for the past week cuz i rarely had the time to log on.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing reeli special to update about wat i've been doing lately, still the normal mj, teaching, shopping and stuff like that. oh, and not forgetting travelling from the east to the west and back to the east again.&lt;br /&gt;and i just have to mention that my ex-jc classmate raudaa and i went for spa around bugis last tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;it was reeli rejuvenating!&lt;br /&gt;i simply love the massage, it reeli makes me feel so energized after those hard rubs and presses, i suspect the masseurs were from china from the way they looked. once, she used so much strength, more than my weak body could take and i had to tell her to be more gentle. and she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;unlike raudaa who was too shy to speak, she had to tolerate the pain throughout the whole massage session which was more like a torture for her and i think she dint like the massage as much as i did. poor thing! &lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had fun having the steambath which i had difficulty breathing after a while, i could hardly see raudaa too, as the whole room was filled with steam.&lt;br /&gt;after that was the jacuzzi. luckily we went on a weekday and there was hardly anyone using the jacuzzi. we had 2 jacuzzis all to ourselves and had fun jumping from one to the other and back.&lt;br /&gt;next, to end our day, we food hunted in bugis.&lt;br /&gt;as she was muslim, there were quite a number of things which we couldn't eat like the yummylicious phin's steak house and steamboat. so in the end, we settled for turkish food at arab street. the salmon was terrific! fresh, tender, juicy and the serving was reeli generous. their softshell crabs were one of the best that i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raudaa told me a terrifying experience which she encountered.&lt;br /&gt;a real bad one but at least she learnt something good from it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that she has finally realised what she's supposed to do, at least i can see her having an aim in life now. Although we can't have delicious chao mee fen together anymore, there's alwayz the superb turkish food to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109212843182639832?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109212843182639832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109212843182639832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109212843182639832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109212843182639832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/08/hey-peeps-im-back-well-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109120153927146117</id><published>2004-07-30T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T23:38:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think there're something wrong with all my dreams lately.&lt;br /&gt;last nite i dreamt of something which i absolutely cannot recall.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat happened in my dream but i was laughing, and i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;wuz being awaken by my own laughter, not anything else.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up (considered in a state of semi-consciousness, half in dreamland) i was laughing, hard.&lt;br /&gt;i saw bing and she was awoken by my laughter too!&lt;br /&gt;and i continued laughing even harder cuz i found it funny to be laughing out in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;bing just continued staring at me in surprise and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;after one minute, we both fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up (totally conscious now), i talked to bing about this and she just said that i was mad and it's not the first time i was like that. the last few times, i dint realise that i was laughing cuz i was still totally in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even rem wat i was laughing about now.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;the nite b4 last, i dreamt that i went to bintan for a holiday and was staying in a one storey resort, with a living room and a room.&lt;br /&gt;there was a window in my room overlooking nothing spectacular but just a road where villagers walk up and down. (is it reeli like that over there?)&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, it started snowing! in bintan!&lt;br /&gt;i could feel the snow in my dream and it felt so real. &lt;br /&gt;and after this beautiful scenario,&lt;br /&gt;all the snow melted into huge waves and rushed into my room continuosly thru my window and flooded everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i was so afraid and at this moment of critical danger, i woke up and saved myself from drowning.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;one more.&lt;br /&gt;the nite b4 this bintan dream,&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i was running and running, aimlessly in a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;plants and trees were everywhere and everything was just green.&lt;br /&gt;i think i was looking for directions, a way out, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i was on top of a tree and i started to drop down at an amazing super turbo speed.&lt;br /&gt;and then i was awake again.&lt;br /&gt;that nite, i tossed and turned for a few hours, till it was dawn before i could sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;wat's with all these adventurous dreams??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109120153927146117?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109120153927146117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109120153927146117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109120153927146117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109120153927146117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-think-therere-something-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109103300853292287</id><published>2004-07-29T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:43:28.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so infuriated!&lt;br /&gt;first, i tried to log in to my email at yahoo and no matter how many times i tried, i just can't access it. &lt;br /&gt;the words 'invalid password' kept appearing.&lt;br /&gt;and i was so sure i typed the correct password.&lt;br /&gt;then, i attempted to get a new password and to get that, i had to fill in my personal particulars which i used upon registration of that email which was apparently 2,3,4 year ago??&lt;br /&gt;How could i remember if i gave my real particulars or not??&lt;br /&gt;and so, when i was done trying my luck filling in my particulars, i clicked on a fateful button and *poof* my whole account was deactivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if the above was not infuriating enuff, i went to my yahoo auctions page, the one under the same account as the email.&lt;br /&gt;and all my listings of clothes and items which were on sale just vanished into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;ok, all i have to do is to just set up another account and relist all my items again: that means i have to take pictures of them again (i did not save them anywhere), upload them to yahoo, describe them, take measurements of them one by one, length and width and so on.. &lt;br /&gt;i have more than a hundred over items for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing to add to all these mess, when i set up another account at yahoo auction to sell things, they needed my debit/credit card number to verify some shit.&lt;br /&gt;i searched my wallet and realised that my card was missing.&lt;br /&gt;i must have left the atm machine without it this evening.&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;just my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something good for this damn day: i got accepted by PA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109103300853292287?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109103300853292287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109103300853292287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109103300853292287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109103300853292287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-so-infuriated-first-i-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109085528559190180</id><published>2004-07-26T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:21:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to JB last evening for a quick seafood dinner and on the way, we dropped by at holiday plaza to grab some vcds and tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happie with the S.H.E latest karaoke dvd that i bought. the sound and picture quality is superb!&lt;br /&gt;*wide smile*&lt;br /&gt;sang it at bing's place with her obiang mike.&lt;br /&gt;i was so afraid her neighbours would complain cuz of the loud music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the custom was jammed with people.&lt;br /&gt;we were all squished and squashed.&lt;br /&gt;while squeezing our way thru the queue to the bus, a petite woman carrying a child behind us suddenly let out a loud but short scream. everyone turned ard and she was complaining to her husband that she was almost pick pocketed by someone.&lt;br /&gt;someone amidst the crowd was squeezing past her and conveniently tried to slip his hand into her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;it frightened the wits outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to shing song supermarket at woodlands and bought some groceries and food to stock up at bing's place so that we'll have something to fill our stomachs when we're hungry.&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to go to "glutton square" and try the so-called best singapore delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to on saturday but it was too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;the fried oyster stall had a super long queue which stretched to the next 3-4 stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109085528559190180?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109085528559190180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109085528559190180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109085528559190180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109085528559190180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/07/went-to-jb-last-evening-for-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109049691537453218</id><published>2004-07-22T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T20:08:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to go ntuc to get some cheese macoroni, those packet ones so that i have something to survive on at bing's house next time.&lt;br /&gt;but when i walked past U2, there was this massive sale going on and i decided to join the crowd (hey, i'm a singaporean ok!)&lt;br /&gt;i was actually intending to see if the skirts i saw a couple of days before were also on sale.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dint manage to find them and i tried on some simple long sleeved blouses.&lt;br /&gt;had fun snapping pics in the fitting room and sending them to bing, asking her which colour i should buy.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i went home happily with a white top, despite the fact that bing smsed me that she'll be drinking with her boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.cpimg.com/image/21/32/36927777-f4c0-01600120-.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt; me in the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel very lazy to do anything lately.&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like moving, just feel like surfing and chatting and typing, and watching vcds.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been playing mj too, not that i dun love mj anymore (jac, this is for you) =p but just that i think i'm reeli damn suay in july. i have only won once out of so many times i played.&lt;br /&gt;wait 2 more weeks till august k!&lt;br /&gt;i'll join you at the mj table again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109049691537453218?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109049691537453218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109049691537453218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109049691537453218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109049691537453218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/07/wanted-to-go-ntuc-to-get-some-cheese.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-109021757332931232</id><published>2004-07-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T14:12:53.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had steamboat &lt;strong&gt;again &lt;/strong&gt;on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;at the same place i had it last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;been having steamboat 3 times for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;is this steamboat festival or something?!?&lt;br /&gt;yes jac, i reeli feel that i'm putting on weight too!&lt;br /&gt;the stubborn bulge on my stomach just refuses to leave after all the steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;i think all the luncheon meat and my &lt;em&gt;grandma's meatballs&lt;/em&gt; are still inside.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i shall introduce my &lt;em&gt;grandma's meatballs&lt;/em&gt; to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;they're brown in colour (fried, i suppose)&lt;br /&gt;and very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;haha, wat a vague introduction.&lt;br /&gt;but they reeli tasted like the ones my grandma alwayz cook.&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised to find them at the place where we had steamboat. (shanghainese steamboat at bugis)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;after steamboat, we played number ball after a long time of not playing it.&lt;br /&gt;got quite sleepy and tired from that and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i finally watched spiderman 2 at cck last evening.&lt;br /&gt;i like kirsten dunst. charming isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my dinner at sakae sushi last nite was pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;the sashimi salad we ordered was so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;a big plate with a massive lot of shredded lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;and a few miserable &lt;em&gt;thin&lt;/em&gt; pieces of salmon and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i could even count how many there were at a glance.&lt;br /&gt;wats worse was that the gravy was just normal soya sauce.&lt;br /&gt;argh! such cheaterbugs they are.&lt;br /&gt;i felt cheated and i just had to complain.&lt;br /&gt;glad that the manager was accmodating and added a few more &lt;em&gt;thin&lt;/em&gt; pieces of fish for us.&lt;br /&gt;better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm hungry for more food.&lt;br /&gt;just that i think it reeli isn't worth wat i'm paying for.&lt;br /&gt;i dint even dare try my favourite soft shell crabs, fearing that i'd be even more disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;why did edo sushi at changi airport close down?&lt;br /&gt;now, bing and i have to hunt for another good place for fresh and good jap food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-109021757332931232?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109021757332931232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=109021757332931232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109021757332931232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/109021757332931232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-had-steamboat-again-on-saturday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108999427262697262</id><published>2004-07-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T01:01:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watching the season 4 of the bachelor just now.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for who he's gonna choose which is only a week away.&lt;br /&gt;so, i decided to peep at the results from those internet webbies.&lt;br /&gt;and the result is... estella gardinier (is it spelt this way?!)&lt;br /&gt;exactly what i hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;i liked this girl, better than the other finalist kelly jo.&lt;br /&gt;mebbe i just prefer dark haired girls than blondes.&lt;br /&gt;they exude a certain kind of elegance and charisma in them which i can't find in blondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 14 year old cousin, elaine has a blog too!&lt;br /&gt;was quite surprised to learn that.&lt;br /&gt;and she writes her own fan fictions.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna link her up here.&lt;br /&gt;impressed by the fact that she's only 14 and she knows all these.&lt;br /&gt;what was i doing when i was 14?&lt;br /&gt;recalling..&lt;br /&gt;i was starting to learn about the internet.&lt;br /&gt;and the alamak chat. (or something like that. sounds familiar?!)&lt;br /&gt;and creating havoc in school.&lt;br /&gt;eating when recess was over,&lt;br /&gt;running out from the classroom to the canteen once the teacher's back is turned,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping and chatting away in class,&lt;br /&gt;flicking strips of paper at homec teacher,&lt;br /&gt;singing "this is the song that never ends" nonstop (cuz it reeli never ends!) to irritate my history teacher etc.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;those were the days, when i was 14.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and stealing things from departmental stores.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was a bad girl back then.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so silly now.&lt;br /&gt;wondering where were my brains at that time.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, everyone has their pasts don't they?&lt;br /&gt;i actually realised that most people ever stole something which doesn't belonged to them when they were children.&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago, i was chatting with my piano teacher and her other students.&lt;br /&gt;we were sharing our childhood stories.&lt;br /&gt;and they all admitted to stealing something from the classmates in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;my piano teacher even said she stole from her school bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;well, i did too.&lt;br /&gt;me and my primary school 'partner' stole a stack of shiny stickers when the storekeeper "Mr Lim" wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;we then ran away in fear that the police will catch us!&lt;br /&gt;Ling! remember Mr Lim? the bespectacled man and his wife who runs the book shop in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108999427262697262?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108999427262697262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108996954462589349</id><published>2004-07-16T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T17:19:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last nite was simple and fun.&lt;br /&gt;steamboat and mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;we opened 2 tables.&lt;br /&gt;one for the professionals and the other for us, the beginners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to climb out of bed reluctantly this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;the jounrney back to the east was reeli long.&lt;br /&gt;took a bus to town which took only 15-20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;but the bus from town to bedok took around an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sammi is coming!&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting down to the days.&lt;br /&gt;but it still seems pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108961604036242266</id><published>2004-07-12T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T15:07:20.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at bing's house now.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;cuz she's off to work.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to go home but thinking of the long long 1.5 hours journey on the mrt train, their hard and un-cushioned seats make me feel like staying put here.&lt;br /&gt;i hate travelling.&lt;br /&gt;it reeli wears me out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but, there's nothing much to do here alone.&lt;br /&gt;'cept for munching on oreos,&lt;br /&gt;looking at her fishes and my people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.. here's wat i did just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/5D/A6/29/i5DA62907-AC40-4988-816A-0B4282ED385E.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo-taking session with me and my people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/8E/16/1F/i8E161F46-E0DF-4894-975A-546E6C07E1A1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a closer view of them. they're growing at an incredible speed.&lt;br /&gt;elvy seems pretty fascinated by them.&lt;br /&gt;keep looking at them and commenting on whether they've grown or not.&lt;br /&gt;they seem to grow faster at nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/CA/07/B3/iCA07B39E-61B5-47C9-8A60-7DB11D560781.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat happened to this? only a few miserable strands of hair on it.&lt;br /&gt;i simply can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;poor pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108961604036242266?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108961604036242266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108961604036242266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108961604036242266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108961604036242266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/07/at-bings-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108939178701849437</id><published>2004-07-10T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:53:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taken at zouk last nite (july 2004, femme quest finals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/7A/7E/2F/i7A7E2F91-B934-47E4-AF2E-0699CE01C7A9.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me, joanne, jo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at this pic makes me miss my straight hair very badly.&lt;br /&gt;am i still not used to it?&lt;br /&gt;but it has been for 4 days and i'm still feeling negative about my permed hair.&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel that it's very me to carry this hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;mebbe i should just wait till it grows or mebbe i should just rebond it.&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108939178701849437?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108939178701849437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108939178701849437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108939178701849437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108939178701849437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/07/taken-at-zouk-last-nite-july-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108938841133037096</id><published>2004-07-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:03:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zouk nite was borrrrring, 'cept for femme quest which was rather entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;much to my expectation, dorothy was crowned as winner.&lt;br /&gt;pearly was happie of course and i saw gan wei with his hk gf at zouk too.&lt;br /&gt;everything else was pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;bing was drunk, i was chatting non stop and catching up with friends, playing a fool with karyn etc.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking forward to coming home t'day as my uncle, auntie and 3 cousins are back from canada for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;they're namely elaine, eugene and vincent.&lt;br /&gt;vincent has grown incredibly tall with 2 buck teeth in front, he has superb memory that left me in awe.&lt;br /&gt;eugene was the same, just taller.&lt;br /&gt;and elaine was taller... than me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;they dun look as adorable as they used to when they were younger.&lt;br /&gt;but i love them all the same.&lt;br /&gt;here are pics of vincent 8 and eugene 11.&lt;br /&gt;elaine, being the shy and quiet girl refused to have a pic taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/DB/73/65/iDB73658A-5FA0-4414-9A94-5E25AAD6A1B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/4F/A8/78/i4FA87836-58FD-4CC9-81D1-579FFFDC1CE0.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interview at the PA sucked big time.&lt;br /&gt;all kinds of questions that i dint expect were thrown at me like stones.&lt;br /&gt;some of them reeli got me speechless and thinking of what to say which doesn't happen during my other interviews!&lt;br /&gt;i felt reeli stuck.&lt;br /&gt;argh, it reeli got me thinking the whole day, whether i will be able to teach in CCs as i'm still considered relatively inexperienced.&lt;br /&gt;i hope and pray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108938841133037096?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108919578103884851</id><published>2004-07-07T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T18:23:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;happie burfday to my dearest travis goh.&lt;/strong&gt;hereby, i shall express my thanks to you, &lt;br /&gt;for being such a wonderful and doting dad who alwayz sends me home whenever she can.&lt;br /&gt;for listening to my never ending rantings about this and that.&lt;br /&gt;for keeping my secrets so well!&lt;br /&gt;and.. for bringing joy and laughter with those silly comments and hokkien cum hainan phrases.&lt;br /&gt;thanks also for alwayz changing mums, make me confused, dunno where's my origin.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i wish you'll have a happy and memorable time today! &lt;br /&gt;and i love ya alwayz! &lt;em&gt;(my curly hair turned str8 and all stood up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! i forgot to remind bing to water my 'people' (my grass monsters) last nite.&lt;br /&gt;it's all her fault! *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;i hope when i see them again today, they're still alive and hopefully, i see some grass stubs on them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting impatient as they still look the same as when i first bought them.&lt;br /&gt;zouk nite tmr.&lt;br /&gt;who will emerge as winner of femme quest 2004??&lt;br /&gt;place your votes! *heh* i sound like those herstory organizers now.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i like dorothy. &lt;br /&gt;cuz she's the only one i know there. hee.&lt;br /&gt;but she's a great catch i should say.&lt;br /&gt;sweet, innocent and angelic.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and young.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be happy if she wins.&lt;br /&gt;and so will pearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108911839397072543</id><published>2004-07-06T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T20:53:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! i feel so brave.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is now digitally spa permed.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around in joy*&lt;br /&gt;but... i'm still not very used to this new look.&lt;br /&gt;looks 'pong' now but as wat sokhan says, i hope it will 'settle down' after a few washes.&lt;br /&gt;the petite girl who did it for me was sweet and soft spoken.&lt;br /&gt;younger than me too!&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to cut my fringe in some assymmetrical way but i gently refused and got her to snip it off to the length of my brows. short. &lt;br /&gt;i haven't had this fringe since year 1999.&lt;br /&gt;ling, i'll send you a presentable and lookable pic once i take one ya?&lt;br /&gt;but pls dun laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108911839397072543?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108911839397072543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108911839397072543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108911839397072543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108911839397072543'/><link rel='alternate' 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(abit late huh?)&lt;br /&gt;on saturday when i woke up, i had a sore throat, those that hurts when you swallow your saliva. called toncillitis (spelling?) if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and i accompanied bing to work.&lt;br /&gt;her working place was freezingly cold.&lt;br /&gt;my toncillitis escalated to a running nose and a fever.&lt;br /&gt;it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;my nose was like taking part in the olympics.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't sleep well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the sweet thing is, &lt;br /&gt;i was pampered, just like a sick patient being pampered by a nurse in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;*ecstatic grin*&lt;br /&gt;i was cooked plain marmite porridge, my all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;and boiled soup which was simply so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;oh and peppermint honey! i love it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;2 bottles of it and i could feel that my sore throat is almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;hee. feels good to be sick sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, gonna get my digital spa perm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i get scared thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;a part of me can't bear to part with my str8 hair but i'm reeli gonna get rid of it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108905230923482589?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108905230923482589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108905230923482589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108905230923482589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108905230923482589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/07/weekends-was-bitter-but-yet-sweet-one.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108867884944915823</id><published>2004-07-01T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T18:52:17.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went gallivanting around tampines after lessons today.&lt;br /&gt;passed by some push carts and saw something so amusing and cute!&lt;br /&gt;they're called 'adorable grass monsters'&lt;br /&gt;pls take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/37/F2/AD/i37F2ADE0-59B8-4B93-92EA-3CBF9EF1EB7B.jpg"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy boy &amp; happy girl &lt;/strong&gt; as wat the sales lady said.&lt;br /&gt;my heart just melted when i saw them when their grass (hair) grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but buy some more. here they are: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dotphoto.com/SAN1/E8/5F/7F/iE85F7F3C-3A00-49BA-82A1-1478AB56F15A.jpg"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dino&lt;/strong&gt;(saur) &amp; &lt;strong&gt;lil piglet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the amazing thing about this is that, grass will grow from them. for happy boy &amp; girl, grass will grow as their hair, believe me, they will look so damn amiable after that, i've seen them with hair at the push cart. for dino and lil piglet, the grass will grow from their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;for the first day, you gotta soak them in water for an hour, subsequently for only 1-2 mins for the next 3 days. after that, grass will start growing and all you gotta do it to water them once in 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;it's so simple!&lt;br /&gt;they can last for months.&lt;br /&gt;if you stop watering them, they will just turn brown and you can keep them forever.&lt;br /&gt;the best part of it is they don't need sunlight to survive.i can trim and cut their hair!&lt;br /&gt;this is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108867884944915823?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108867884944915823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108867884944915823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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every part of me.&lt;br /&gt;fries fries fries, i have a strong craving for them now.&lt;br /&gt;i have been facing my computer since 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;gawd, it has been 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;luckily there were clever inventions such as msn to help me pass all my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had a talk last nite and compromised on certain issues.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this would be a good solution.&lt;br /&gt;some things are just so painful to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a cruel world this is.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel that there are evil people living in my world.&lt;br /&gt;or am i being too imaginative here?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was back to the years when i was 17-18.&lt;br /&gt;life seems to be so happie.&lt;br /&gt;each day passes by so innocently without worries.&lt;br /&gt;everyday was just about going out and fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108834403387547412</id><published>2004-06-27T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:47:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The great mango sale is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally stumbled upon it unknowingly when i passed by it yesterday at suntec city.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a green pvc bag, the one which i set my eyes on months ago but dint bear ti buy it cuz of the price. now that it's halved, it's definitely a great steal.&lt;br /&gt;i have been over-eating for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating 2 times of what i usually eat.&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i'm becoming a fat shorty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finally finished the tvb serial, riches and stitches.&lt;br /&gt;fantastic show.&lt;br /&gt;excellent plot and characters.&lt;br /&gt;every episode leaves you in absolute awe and suspense, makes you just wanna continue without stopping until you reach the end.&lt;br /&gt;i rented another serial about fashion designers, i hope it will be as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108834403387547412?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108834403387547412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108834403387547412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108834403387547412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108834403387547412'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://us.f149.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter/Image015.jpg?viewimg=1&amp;box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=6308_2504288_57994_1207_2670_0_22975_3661_181683365&amp;bodyPart=1&amp;filename=Image015.jpg&amp;tnef=&amp;YY=64015&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon&lt;/strong&gt;- cutie pie. she's reeli sweet and incredibly intelligent for a girl of 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f149.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter/Ph?viewimg=1&amp;box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=6103_2500301_57644_1208_2777_0_22971_3774_3326022371&amp;bodyPart=1&amp;filename=Ph&amp;tnef=&amp;YY=68353&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phyllis&lt;/strong&gt;- my very first student. she cries very easily. i made her cry 3 times over the past one year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f149.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter/Image079.jpg?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=5989_2496481_57294_1208_2610_0_22970_3580_3285025099&amp;bodyPart=1&amp;filename=Image079.jpg&amp;tnef=&amp;YY=63582&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicholas&lt;/strong&gt;- the innate musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f149.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter/Image062.jpg?box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=5916_2492719_56944_1207_2553_0_22969_3505_1161859097&amp;bodyPart=1&amp;filename=Image062.jpg&amp;tnef=&amp;YY=88128&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0&amp;view=a&amp;head=b"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;/strong&gt;- the chatty and supper giggly girl who loves eating curry puffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108814289310723210?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108792220951957466</id><published>2004-06-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T00:36:49.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so very angry, i am fuming!&lt;br /&gt;i missed placing a bid on yahoo auctions.&lt;br /&gt;i missed it by just a few seconds!&lt;br /&gt;it is just so coincident that my connection to yahoo auctions slowed down at that crucial minute. i could access very quickly to all other corners of the web but just not to yahoo auctions. why is this so???? and why at that time??????????&lt;br /&gt;when i finally reached that page where i could place my bid, i saw the big 'CLOSED' words.&lt;br /&gt;still, i dint believe my eyes, was trying my luck and i placed my bid.&lt;br /&gt;but damn, i couldn't. the auction was reeli closed.&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly after this crucial minute, i could access to all parts of yahoo auctions, my internet connection was fast and like normal once again.&lt;br /&gt;wat a strange phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;i am reeli speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108792220951957466?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108792220951957466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108792220951957466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108792220951957466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108792220951957466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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was cute.&lt;br /&gt;kept feeding me with food.&lt;br /&gt;first a jumbo chocolate chip muffin.&lt;br /&gt;then yoghurt sweets.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is so junky today.&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i found my favourite chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;it's so damn hard to find but i found the last box of it at 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;it's called bianco cuore cerealli.&lt;br /&gt;from italy and it's a must try!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. i hate euro cup!&lt;br /&gt;it makes people poorer.&lt;br /&gt;it causes quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;and break ups!&lt;br /&gt;i hate euro cup!&lt;br /&gt;pls go away soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108783145661057991?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108783145661057991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a long like centuries wait, i finally received my grade 8 theory results slip on friday.&lt;br /&gt;passed but i'm not quite happy with the results. 8 more marks to getting a merit.&lt;br /&gt;hmph. but this was what i hoped for when i was taking the exam.. i told myself and everyone that i'm satisfied with 'just passing and getting the exam over and done with'.&lt;br /&gt;now that the results are out, i'm not satisfied with the 'just passing', but of course, glad that it is over and done with at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can now go and apply for a job at that community centre near my house.&lt;br /&gt;a bigger room and more students around my neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;no one to tell me how to teach and what to do, unlike teaching in a music school.&lt;br /&gt;exactly what i'm seeking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toking about music schools...&lt;br /&gt;argh. the spoilt kid that i taught yesterday complained to his fat and fussy mum that i was 'fierce' and didn't want me to teach him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;a young china girl ran out of the music school and headed home withour her mum when her mum said that she couldn't afford a first hand piano for her.&lt;br /&gt;children are getting from bad to worse these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108772010198034632?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108772010198034632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108772010198034632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108772010198034632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;just gotta pay $60 for the CD-Rom and the phone (up to your selection, most of them are new models) is yours absolutely free but you gotta refer people to that website too.&lt;br /&gt;it sounds too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tempted to try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108755722358101613?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108755722358101613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108755722358101613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108755722358101613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108755722358101613'/><link 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bing's office.&lt;br /&gt;helped her with some typing, and we ate throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;i just discovered that alexandra village (food centre) has many fantastic stuffs to tingle your taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;we tried the prawn mee soup and the bak kut teh for lunch. both were alrite.&lt;br /&gt;for tea, we had fish tau kwa (it's nice) and springrolls (2 thumbs up!) and i found &lt;em&gt;i-scream&lt;/em&gt; yoghurt ice cream which i haven't seen for years! it's great and healthy. i chose the mango blended with cookie. *yummmy* &lt;br /&gt;for dinner, cuz we were so full.. we shared a bowl of fish porrige with raw fish, trust me, you're gonna love this forever. and walnut paste, it's thick enuff but tastes a little bitter.&lt;br /&gt;it's a pity there's no more space in my stomach to fill some meatballs from ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm a pig. a petite one? trying to console myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108720700787530513</id><published>2004-06-14T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T17:56:47.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*ouch* i'm in excruciating pain due to stomach cramps.&lt;br /&gt;i have been wondering for years.. is there any way to make them disappear for good?&lt;br /&gt;it seems to get worse as i grow older.&lt;br /&gt;reeli hate it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;it gets so bad sometimes that i literally feel like fainting, esp when i'm outside under the hot scorching and merciless sun. &lt;br /&gt;like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's talking about soccer, football fever is coming back. &lt;em&gt;sighz&lt;/em&gt;. i won $10 from the match between croatia and switzerland. *hee* it's quite fun betting in small amounts once in a while to get you in the heat like everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;so.. wat's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is, i'm going to poke my stomach with a fork. in that way, the cramps will go away instantly. and i'll have no more stomach. the cramps will then disappear forever. problem solved. *evil laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108720700787530513?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108720700787530513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108720700787530513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108720700787530513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108720700787530513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/2004/06/ouch-im-in-excruciating-pain-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>::the Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108711229271281374</id><published>2004-06-13T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T15:38:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*bigbigyawn*&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i saw a SMART car. it is soooooo small and compact! looks pretty amusing as i've never seen one before and i thought i'd never will in singapore. it suits me!&lt;br /&gt;i've finally seen travis after a few months of being bitterly rejected by her. that meanie! we all had dinner together at fisherman's village at pasir ris. *yumyum!!* *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;i'm disappointed that the gigantic ktv at shenton way doesn't have jolin's new songs. they had s.h.e's, which is not too bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;supper at mr beans. the 'ziaoziao' on smashed (trying not to be crude here) sucks big time. i mean the gravy was fine but the ziaoziao tasted like bah chor! i tink it has been eaten and spat out by someone else before. &lt;br /&gt;had fun. with struubelly and shakula. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just have to mention that on friday nite while watching the bachelor season 4 on channel 5, i shed one preious TEAR when i was watching the part when estella's mum called informing her that her grandma passed away. she was pretty upset and also affected the moods of the other girls in the house. this was the first precious TEAR that i shed in years while watching a heart wrenching scene on television. the last time i remembered tearing was years back when i was around 11? when watching free willy in the movies. i was amazed that i actually teared! i'm not heartless anymore! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108711229271281374?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108711229271281374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108711229271281374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108711229271281374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108711229271281374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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morning, tossed and turned "aimlessly" (heh) till 10am before i went out to teach. and the thing is.. i'm still not tired! but i still gotta sleep, i miss the feeling of sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108694251244623457?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/108694251244623457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7243055&amp;postID=108694251244623457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108694251244623457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243055/posts/default/108694251244623457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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profile page successfully yesterday but it just dint appear in the blog. after so much hassle, it finally appeared today. *yay* but that was such a simple thing, just the very basics of this. i still wanna add more and more stuffs here. i wanna change template. it's reeli gonna gimme a big headache. travis goh, i need your help pls! *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the food we had for steamboat yesterday were alrite, normal i should say, better than the surroundings. i liked the sausage with cheese best. never had it b4 and it tasted reeli good. mj was terribly slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were ranting and ranting. is that all they know how to do? can't they just shut up and stop being so snappy. mebbe it's something to do with my tolerance level and sensitivity. well, i feel like such a grump too. perhaps it's that time of the month again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning feeling grumpy. no, i shouldn't go zouk tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113886752921550558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://a0.cpimg.com/image/38/33/36927800-5289-01600120-.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243055.post-108669052978350808</id><published>2004-06-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T18:30:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back! </title><content type='html'>heh. the title was for myself. haven't been blogging for pretty long. laziness.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm back again now. finding a shelter for my anger, frustrations. sharing my joy and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7243055-108669052978350808?l=beigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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