<?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-12894054</id><updated>2011-10-10T14:28:34.397+11:00</updated><title type='text'>TraGiC TrUth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-2572344634589691103</id><published>2009-04-24T13:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:43:12.472+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning and growing a wee bit more</title><content type='html'>Today.. Whilst getting my morning wake up caffeine in GLoria Jeans.. anelderly woman sat down next to me.. and we started talking.. about her life experiences after 50 years of living and my aspirations for the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her.. Anna is a mother of 2.. children at about my age.. what she has done to help give them a little push in the right direction.. Anna said "there is only three things i asked from my children.. be good.. follow your dreams and dont forget to love.. this 3 simple rules she set.. has proven to have gone a long way.. her son only 20 having already secured a job before entering uni at 42000 AUS.. her daughter.. due to her brother.. also got a job offer.. it is amazing to see Anna's face just light up at the thought of the childrens future security.. that is all she needs as a mother.. to know that her children always going to be OK as she dont know when she cant be there for them anymore.. THE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE OF A MOTHER!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, Anna's parents and grandparents have been through a lot to get her here.. World war 1, Hitler's journey, World war II.. her mom was Jewish, during that time discrimination was all around, her parents had to give her away, paid a couple a lump sum.. in exchange for her bringing up and safety, her mum was lucky enough to have been given to a decent couple as he promised that he would not touch her (rape) Anna's father.. Nuremberg Laws were passed by the Nazis restricting citizenship to those of “German or related blood.. hence her dad was put in a box for 7 days.. given a small piece of bread and a tiny portion of water.. still having the Holocaust numbers printed on his wrist always reminding him of his past.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most importent thing in life is to have love around you.. be it friends, family ,lovers or love for yourself.. what is the point of having everything.. but being alone? we often lose our way in life.. due to materialistic indulgence.. but if we have a strong sense of love.. the chances are we wont stray to far from the right path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Loris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-2572344634589691103?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/2572344634589691103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=2572344634589691103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/2572344634589691103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/2572344634589691103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2009/04/learning-and-growing-wee-bit-more.html' title='Learning and growing a wee bit more'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-2186485185801841358</id><published>2009-03-02T00:43:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:15:04.398+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaters?</title><content type='html'>Why do people cheat? Well.. mostly, men cheat.. although women have done a good job in the last decade or so, catching up in the cheating game, men are still considerably ahead in that game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating reasons..&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;2) It involves a slut or a basturd&lt;br /&gt;3) It was convenient (LD rship)&lt;br /&gt;4) I was drunk&lt;br /&gt;5) Its just physical!@ But I love you!&lt;br /&gt;6) I dont know why.. I just fell in love with Mr/Ms X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO me.. all are freaking.. BULL! lol.. really.. if you dont like a person anymore.. just tell her/him.. it is much much kinder! And come to think of it.. isnt it the least you can do for them? to break up with them instead of betray them? its just disrespectful if you were to do it otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Real Life experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy met Girl through a mutual friend.. started talking.. Girl treated the Guy NORMALLY! NO flirting whatsoever! THEN one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I'm thinking of breaking up with my gf &lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh.. why? Do you guys have problems?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No.. I think we are losing feelings and I think I met someone better&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Really? don't u think its pbly just lust.. you and your gf came a long way.. 2 yrs!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No.. but I think it can really go far with this 'other' girl..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ok. but its not fair to your girlfriend.. the only acceptable reason for you to leave your gf is if you dont love her anymore and not cos of any third party right?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ok.. this is what you dont know.. the 'other' girl i met is u!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl rejected Guy.. because of the obvious! Guy cheated on the ex by pursueing another girl! WTF! Although guy may have the looks and charm.. but.. OMG&gt;. if a girl was to accept this kinda confession! There is a very high chance that one day she would look back and say.. DAMN.. I should have seen it coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-2186485185801841358?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/2186485185801841358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=2186485185801841358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/2186485185801841358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/2186485185801841358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheaters.html' title='Cheaters?'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-791294663268870232</id><published>2009-02-23T18:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:35:22.098+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, Future</title><content type='html'>LOL.. after retiring from blogging 2 years ago.. I suddenly felt the urge to start writing again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIFE..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is short.. something my sister said.. “we will never be as young as we are today.. as tomorrow we will be older..” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scares me.. I am now 21 years old.. to some I am young and the world is my oyster.. but in the past few months I feel I have aged years instead of months.. the future is like a dark space.. most of us are just feeling our way around the dark room trying to find a way out.. if we are lucky there may be a light to guide us out.. but for the rest of us.. we just have to feel our way around and hope that we can find a door or even window.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I return home.. I see my parents getting older.. It scares me.. I have lived for 21 years.. my parents have provided me with everything for 21 years.. right now, my parents are 55 years old.. isn’t it time they step down and let us daughters take over the reins? Should it be our turn to take care of them for the next 21 years? Being the youngest.. hence my parent's last burden.. I am fighting to be independent.. Questions come to my mind.. where will I be a year from today?.. will I be able to get a job..? will the economy be better next year or worse? will I be able to get my PR? When will I be able to support myself? When can my parents retire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look for answers.. we may go to fortune tellers.. temples.. hoping to find a little bit of guidance.. but ultimately the decision is in our own hands. We have take responsiblity for the consequences of our decisions good and bad.. WHAT IF THE ROAD WE CHOOSE IS THE WRONG ONE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One step at a time" by Jordin Sparks..&lt;br /&gt;This song speaks out to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face and the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen when it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face and the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen when it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way we get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen when it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-791294663268870232?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/791294663268870232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=791294663268870232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/791294663268870232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/791294663268870232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-present-future.html' title='Past, Present, Future'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-117315849601856536</id><published>2007-03-06T15:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:21:36.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Amak..</title><content type='html'>Always will i remember what you have said,&lt;br /&gt;The little things you said that shows you care..&lt;br /&gt;.. be careful when you are out..&lt;br /&gt;.. take care of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;.. dun bathe too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countless kisses and hugs that go way back..&lt;br /&gt;.. which were still not enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are..&lt;br /&gt;.. laughing aloud when you watch T.V..&lt;br /&gt;.. feeding Silver whenever you get the chance..&lt;br /&gt;.. sitting in your favourite chair..&lt;br /&gt;.. coming up to accompany me when i was sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countless kisses and hugs that go from way back..&lt;br /&gt;Your last words, hug, kiss seems like it was just yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I couldn't make it on time..&lt;br /&gt;You will always live in my heart as I have, am and will be forever loving you..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Amak.. for giving me the chance to love you.. letting me know the meaning of unconditional love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-117315849601856536?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/117315849601856536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=117315849601856536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/117315849601856536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/117315849601856536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-amak.html' title='Dear Amak..'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116875131861920328</id><published>2007-01-14T15:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:08:38.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing angels..</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. haven updated in so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has past..&lt;br /&gt;Had a memorable birthday.. thanks to everybody that came.. Celebrated a HOT Christmas..  seen the fireworks to welcome the New Year..  and next up Valentines Day.. (hoping to celebrate it with beloved friends back home)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno y i chose the title missing angels.. as i feel the opposite.. With this new year.. i feel angels by me all the time.. my friends.. family.. teachers.. even my dogs.. people that are there.. providing me support.. lending me a hand, an ear, a voice, a heart when i needed it the most.. if these aren't angels.. i dunno wat is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. this blog is dedicated to the angels in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family..&lt;br /&gt;People that have known me since day 1.. hoping for our love to guide us through till the end.. wishing but knowing that i can never do as much for you as you have done for me.. hoping for forgiveness if i have done wrong.. hoping one day to make you proud.. I love u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Gang back home..&lt;br /&gt;my girls.. SK, mien, pooi, MW, eve, boys.. charlie, yau, hau, k.j, jian, k.c, wins, ben......&lt;br /&gt;Missing you all like crazy.. the nights out, the road trips, the talking..  everyone of u is important as even without one.. the impact is huge..  i feel comfort.. safety.. mebbe cos i know you have got my back..  feeling you will always be there.. if not physically, mentally.. its been a year.. and it feels like a piece of my heart is missing.. cos that piece is with you..  hugs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feisty se7ens..&lt;br /&gt;You girls are part of who i am today.. great friends.. great listeners.. who have been there from the very start.. helping me grow.. become who i am today.. and will always be a part of me.. being forever part of me.. which is why u will never dissapear.. at least not in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne peeps..&lt;br /&gt;the world.. chai, lee yee, peng, safia, zy, vd, wei sern, yao, jon, goh&lt;br /&gt;the group.. zia, cher, pris, mj, gav, joo, p.h, jack, gan, yen, sy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne would not be the same without you.. been there for me when i first step into this foreign place, helping me stand up on my own, thankful for your companianship, guidance, support. Wishing u all well in the new year.. and hoping for friendships to grow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the angels in my life.. hoping for a fantastic year ahead.. hoping to do a at least a little back in repayment of my endless debt in this New Year..  lots of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116875131861920328?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116875131861920328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116875131861920328' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116875131861920328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116875131861920328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2007/01/missing-angels.html' title='Missing angels..'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116322852236586695</id><published>2006-11-11T16:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:39:39.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Nites to Remember..</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night was quite crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/400/Picture%20144.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my roomies (e lin &amp; mich) and me.. We had dinner with benjy, s.h, and jord&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20146.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/320/Picture%20146.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an at Vons to celbrate Mich's belated Birthday.. hmm.. the food was delish! YuMmy Yum yUM.. we had already celbrated on her b'day with mich's uni friends.. jas, j.m, john and kim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20146.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that me mich and lyn headed to Lavish with Er ge, Chun Leong, Kenneth, C Yang, Lian, Alvin and his friends.. their table was at the techno room.. wAH.. dem a lot of pro SHufflErs.. i was in awe! er ge, chun leong, kenneth can do some mean shuffling as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20146.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20146.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth was really nice.. seeing us a lil bored.. he brought us to the R &amp; B dance floor.. yea.. but things got a lil... so we went back to the gang for a wile.. oh.. E lin and mich had tequila shots for the 1st time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. after that we had bacardi 151.. super duper strong.. introed by mich..&lt;br /&gt;with just 2 shots me and mich quite high.. erge and lyn had one and lyn got high! hee.. as the night went on.. we danced and danced and danced.. Oh.. C &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/320/Picture%20163.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;yang's gf Lian was really nice.. very sweet, very pretty.. two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/DSC00648.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night ended with er ge taking us back in a cab.. thanks er ge!! really.. really.. for always looking over us.. and the rest Chun leong, Kenneth, Chee Yang, Lian, for taking care of us.. sorry we were of any inconvenience~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/DSC00648.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/DSC00648.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. the recent Friday night.. me and lyn headed over to Hushbar.. for Yongene, Kok tee, and Jason's event.. met Adeline, Evelyn, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/DSC00648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/200/DSC00648.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelene, Joseph, Davies etc all trinity pals.. had tequila shots and bacardi 151 again.. then met Diyana and Aisyah.. drank something Diyana bought.. was really good.. but dem big glass.. have to ask her what it was.. had something else too.. dunno wat it is either.. taste like green tea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/200/Picture%20149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20163.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyways.. danced together.. but dance floor quite small.. oh.. met jason's gf by accident.. haha.. u will never guess.. in the toilet! when i was leavin she came up and we hugged.. haha.. jason was like wei.. how u noe her? i was like in the toilet.. he laughed then told me.. thats my gf.. Also met i guy which I just met earlier that day in school.. AJ.. trying to pick up girls??.. haha&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20146.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. such a small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/320/DSC00657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people! Happy Hollidays~~ lots of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/Picture%20171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/1600/DSC00715.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116322852236586695?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116322852236586695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116322852236586695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116322852236586695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116322852236586695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/11/wild-nites-to-remember.html' title='Wild Nites to Remember..'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116240141886046262</id><published>2006-11-02T04:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T04:20:15.266+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it we want things others want?</title><content type='html'>Have u ever gone shopping with frens and had a conversation..&lt;br /&gt;A : (Randomly picks up bag and poses in front of mirror.. heheh)&lt;br /&gt;B : My god so nice.. the buckles so special.. so cute got ribbon somemore..&lt;br /&gt;A : Really? the colour quite bleh right? Orange wo.. Ugly wei..&lt;br /&gt;B : Oh.. u "bo" suka ah? dun buy lo.. (eyes bag greedily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ending :&lt;/strong&gt; Girl A bought the bag.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;surprised? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think not.. true la.. girl A might not particularly like that bag but would still consider buying it.. Y? Because girl B wants it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.. could it be because people just want to have a little bit of assurance.. just the pleasure of knowing we have something others would approve of.. so we can feel like we are accepted in this society? So that we are so called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"IN"??&lt;/span&gt; I really don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it why we follow fashion trends.. keep up with the newest music.. make sure we are playing the latest games? Just so we blend in with the rest and for some cases so we stand out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way aren't we really dumb? I mean.. for example there we are eating at some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fancy smancy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; restaurant just because it was listed.. or that everybody else seems to be going there.. dem stupid right?? and chances are.. the food might not even be good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it other humans can influence us in ways we don't even realize? Who is setting this rules of what we want? Other people? All i can say is it is most probably not ourselves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116240141886046262?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116240141886046262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116240141886046262' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116240141886046262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116240141886046262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-is-it-we-want-things-others-want.html' title='Why is it we want things others want?'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116191631568752012</id><published>2006-10-27T11:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:31:55.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To Crush or Not to crush?</title><content type='html'>Yee Lyn was asking me.. would i be happier crushing on someone or not having someone to crush at all..&lt;br /&gt;My answer?? = &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt; surprisingly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved before.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True la.. liking someone can be very &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"sam foo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; especially if you don't get the ending you were hoping for.. look from it from another angle.. wouldn't that love for a person give you a sorta blissful feeling that makes you wanna soar into the sky...? errmm occasionally la.. sky tak ada traffic patrol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for example.. remembering my very 1st crush.. how i would blush when he was around.. how i would sneak looks at him when I think he isn't looking (wich of course means he p'bly is..) how I would smile ear to ear ALL DAY like that irritatating cat in Alice in wonderland.. wat is it chestrie cat is it..  after talking to him for like 5 minutes.. ok.. very stupid.. but hey I was young.. but come to think of it.. unintentionally.. I actually had a blast.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thumbs up= at the end of it.. you guys move on and everybody can still stay friends.. as oppose to a bad break up where it concludes with.. "Shit LA.. that fugly jerk.. shouldn't have dated him!.. waste time only.. sigh".. summore you mite tend to drift from some frens to avoid.. uh hum.. any 'awkardness' with ur ex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People!! there is a reason it is called a CRUSH! It will hurt! (in most cases) But then again which relationship doesn't.. believe it or not.. with the maybe heart wrenching experience.. comes growth and experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to gain love.. we have to start loving first..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece of advice.. go out there, LOVE and get crushed.. at least at the end you can say.. "Hey.. no regrets!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116191631568752012?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116191631568752012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116191631568752012' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116191631568752012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116191631568752012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-crush-or-not-to-crush.html' title='To Crush or Not to crush?'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116160289175994460</id><published>2006-10-23T21:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:04:06.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the SEXES..</title><content type='html'>I was thinking.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which sex BETTER OFF..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ok ok.. there may be no such thing but wat are the good and bad of both sexes.. Lets weigh it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;PRO + MALE&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; fashion fuss..&lt;/span&gt; guys can always look &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"YUM"&lt;/span&gt; in wearing just a crisp white t- shirt and a pair of slacks.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fashion for formal events.. all they need is a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;different shirt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guys can wear the same suit for years and no one can tell... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmph!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Summore no need for make-up artists or hairdressers.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a shower, a lil gel and they are ready to go..&lt;strong&gt; haiya..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guys are easy going.. friendships are laid back.. if all was bad.. a punch in the face, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"KE POW"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the next day.. they are&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;still friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (i dun get it!.. =P) whilst with girls &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of talking and communicating involve with every squabble.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guys noe what they&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; in&lt;/span&gt; relationships and go for it.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they can open bottles and stuff in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;snap..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hardly needing to flex a muscle&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.. (grumble), they are &lt;strong&gt;physically stronger..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sings:macho macho man.. i wanna be a macho man)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lets face it.. they are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;then us when it comes to &lt;strong&gt;cars and electronic stuff..&lt;/strong&gt; sigh&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dun have to shave! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; with hair are suppose to be manly.. girls with hair is just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gross..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have u tried a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wax..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it looks&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; OWw..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;much easier for guys t&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; lose weight!&lt;/span&gt; when girls put on a few pounds.. it goes straight to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;ass &amp;amp; thighs..&lt;/strong&gt; with guys.. it just falls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the stomach.. shyt! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO PREGNANCY.. nO LAbOUR PAIN.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they shop.. they shop for what they&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;need &lt;/strong&gt;whil&lt;/span&gt;st we girls buy when there's a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;discount!&lt;/strong&gt; (eventhough&lt;/span&gt; we dun need it..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;blushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;PRO + FEMALE&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have a lot&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; more types of fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to explore.. accessories.. heels or flats.. shorts or minis.. hair up or down.. but wich also means more money.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CHA CHING! $$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can&lt;strong&gt; scream&lt;/strong&gt; our heads off or &lt;strong&gt;cry our hearts out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in movies whilst guys have to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"ren"&lt;/span&gt; (hold it in) to be uh hum.. MAN!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are are &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more emotionally sensitive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;towards most issues &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we can&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hold hands&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;/span&gt; other girls in public and not to be called&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; gay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. haha.. actually.. i dun get this one.. y can't guys hold hands if girls can?? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we&lt;strong&gt; care too much..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; every word.. every feeling.. is that a pro or con? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LADIES NIGHT..!&lt;/span&gt; free entry to clubs! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maternal leave..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spend less&lt;/strong&gt; in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOOING process..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where the guy courts the girl)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GASP!!..&lt;/span&gt; i just realized i could come up with more pros at being a guy then being a gurl..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DE DE DE DUM! .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mebbe i haVE sum sort of secret desire to be a dude.. shudders..&lt;/em&gt; Feel free to expand the list and see which sex is better off?.. heheh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116160289175994460?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116160289175994460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116160289175994460' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116160289175994460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116160289175994460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/10/battle-of-sexes_23.html' title='Battle of the SEXES..'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116109143101705989</id><published>2006-10-17T23:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:57:36.583+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS BEAUTY PAGEANT??</title><content type='html'>GUESS WAT i am watching on the tube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INTRODUCING~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Miss Olympia and Miss International Bold and Beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Miss Olympia is a pageant for women in Body Building.. so basically the girl with the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biggest muscles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wins~!! These girls have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GIGANTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; muscles and i mean &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASSIVE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am seriously impressed by these women.. take for example the 7th winner Joanne Thomas (hope i got the name right).. she worked bloody hard to get the body she has.. sacificed being with her family and her life.. and sorry to say this.. they sacrifice their body! these women in body building look like men.. their muscles are so big u can practically see the veins popping out.. and to have their ideal body.. they should only have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3% body fat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wich is dem little la.. an average girl has 10% - 15% body fat.. when they have i think under 5% body fat.. they lose their &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hormones..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their voices start to change becoming rough n hoarse.. to the extent that the only way for them to still look like women is to get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;breast implants..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As if all that wasn't sacrifice enough.. they have to keep to a strict diet of dry meat and protein powder.. bleH~!!.. yuckk!.. I see them dem "cham".. their muscles are so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HEAVY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that even flexing them takes up a lot of energy which they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DUN HAVE&lt;/span&gt; because of their diet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Next presenting.. DRUM ROLL&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss International Bold and Beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pageant especially but plus sized girls.. the lightest amongst them weighs around &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;104kgs&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. yea.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A LOT!!&lt;/span&gt; According to these girls.. they unlike the girls from other pageants like Miss World.. who eat close to nothing.. they are the ones living life.. eating the food~! dun get me worng.. I'm all for trying different types of goodies but there is such a thing portion control! I mean there &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ARE &lt;/span&gt;other ways to enjoy life..!&lt;br /&gt;But... these larger then life girls do have spirit and are filled with enthusiasm.. they go strutting on stage filled with confidence and smiles &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shaking their booty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; basically having a good time..! The winner was Miss Virgin Islands.. some of the girls weren't too happy as the contest was held there so it is assumed that she would have more supporters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dunno wat is wrong with the world.. how can we base our entertainment on people jeopardizing their health? To join this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; contests.. they are suppose to have dem little body fat or way too much? LIke.. hello.. so being &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overweight or muscular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a pageant is suppose to bring a country pride? I dun really get it.. They should be promoting contests like the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;International Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt; or something.. at least at the end even if participants don't get medals.. they definately walk away a winner!! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116109143101705989?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116109143101705989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116109143101705989' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116109143101705989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116109143101705989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/10/miss-beauty-pageant.html' title='MISS BEAUTY PAGEANT??'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116065215827001420</id><published>2006-10-12T21:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T21:37:22.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever love..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;True or false?&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.. we all wonder.. is there such a thing as "true love"? And most importantly.. how would we know when we find it.. i mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;there a scientific discovery to prove this?.. sadly.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NOpe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. the funny thingg is.. me and lee yee were just saying that day.. do we actually believe such a thing? this fragile thing we call love that we can't touch or hold? that can slip away in the blink of an eye? can we actually find that one person we would want to spend the rest of our lives with? would we.. haha.. wud we actually &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"GO BALLISTIC"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the last possible moment n become&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "fugitives"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of our own weddings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;........ IS THERE REALLY SUCH THING? ........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most questions?.. there &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; no answer.. well.. there is an answer but no definate answer.. Hmm.. mebbe there is no such thing as true love.. but as we noe.. ppl are often all in denial.. so we choose to believe that watever we are experiencing at the moment is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then when this &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;new guy&lt;/span&gt; comes along.. we would be like no no.. this &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; dude is my, now &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is my "SOULMATE".. at this speed.. we can have like a GEJILLION soulmates b4 we hit 40.. wow.. thats a whole lot.. haha.. mebbe u can even form a football team and call it.. "Ashley's" (or watever your name is) Soulmates.. heck.. u mite even be able to form 2 teams and have them fight it out.. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My perception of love? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; comes&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; comes &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;comes &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;ly &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsiblity..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mind you.. with each level.. the one b4 disappears.. at least thats what i think.. am i wrong to think this way? i seriously dun noe.. but how is it we can depend our whole lives on this "LOVE"? would we wake up one day and finally know what it is? I for one.. seriously doubt it..&lt;br /&gt;What do u tink? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116065215827001420?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116065215827001420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116065215827001420' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116065215827001420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116065215827001420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/10/forever-love.html' title='Forever love..?'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116054231867603916</id><published>2006-10-11T13:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:38:05.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My home.. my haven..</title><content type='html'>I miss home! A place where i feel most comfortable in.. a place with endless memories.. a house filled with love.. squabbles and also the most important people in my life! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The love of my life!&lt;/span&gt; Amak..(granny) daddy.. mammi.. jie jie.. kakak, Ibu Ass, Embak(means big sister in Indon) Seri, Kak Lina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place with all kinds of animals.. our dogs! Silver.. Ruby and Avrial! Our Japanese coils with 2 turtles in the pond outside.. wich kak lina loves! The salt water fishes in the tank inside.. The goldfishes in the tiny pond outside my rent's bedroom.. not forgetting stitch.. my sister's goldfish with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because my mum put him with the saltwater fishes and.. ya.. the fat stray cats that are always pregnant (i dunno y..) and lazing around the garden.. occasionally coming in to steal my dog's food.. the frogs that live in the ponds which present an ochestra without fail &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nite!.. grrr.. the squirrels that we see every now and then scamperin around.. birds chirping in the wee hours.. and the bejillion plants and flowers mum keeps everywhere!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/400/home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my frens there.. rachel, mienz.. s. kuan.. j.hau sotong.. yau.. k.jun.. ubi.. evonne.. the gang.. the girls.. yen gal.. mei wen.. bee.. tammie. christie.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS U GUYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/400/valentines%20%20mem%2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love it here too.. i mean.. now my sister is here.. Yi.. my frens from old skool r here.. vidy.. elin, meshel, benjy, goh, er ge, c leong, c hong, k.eng.. of cos my new frens.. zia.. gavin.. cheryl.. jack.. gan.. rachel.. p. how.. mei jing.. eric.. min.. yenny.. pris.. s yang.. bennett.. and lee yee.. carina.. peng.. ze yi.. chai.. joo.. jerry.. jon.. angelyn.. git.. joseph.. gin.. etc.. p/s: guys.. we need to take more pictures!.. sighs.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE LOTS..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116054231867603916?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116054231867603916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116054231867603916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116054231867603916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116054231867603916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-home-my-haven.html' title='My home.. my haven..'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116049105181641478</id><published>2006-10-11T00:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:38:07.196+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FASHION : NEW DRESSES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Confession &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i have an obsession with dresses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;LOVE.. LO VE.. LOVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pieces of fabric are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;twirly.. girly and swirly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and with summer just around the corner.. a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; assemble for any girl!&lt;br /&gt;I love teaming them up with tights, ballet shoes or a pair of boots if i feel like going for the casual look and switching into a pair of strappy super high heels for the night!&lt;br /&gt;These are my most recent buys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 416px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/400/Dresses%202005.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NEXT............&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;introducing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FELITICIOUS&lt;/span&gt; dress.. a dress suitable for all occasions...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THE LIL BLACK DRESS!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This lil number can't go wrong! A must have! hee.. wanna class it up? I just throw on a diamond necklace and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BLING BLING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or for something special.. put on some beads and go for the boho look!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TA - DAAAHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm.. pretty Bow.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like!!.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/1113/400/lil%20black%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116049105181641478?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116049105181641478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116049105181641478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116049105181641478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116049105181641478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/10/fashion-new-dresses.html' title='FASHION : NEW DRESSES!!'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-116046249316960938</id><published>2006-10-10T16:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:40:06.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE GUYS FINISH LAST?</title><content type='html'>Was reading kenny sia's blog.. totally do not agree that guys shud stop being nice and start being jerks.. like &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hELOoo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do u really tink being mean can get girls to like u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Nan ren bu huai, nu ren bu ai".. (quoted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SUre la.. mebbe a girl DOES like a guy who has attitude.. but hey.. try this.. stand at the door and try openin the door for the ladies for 5 minutes.. or stand leanin back against the wall for 5 minutes with ur sunnies down and ur &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BULGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;muscles ripping out.. Guess which one of these guys would get u more smiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not one girl i noe that would not prefer a guy that is a gentlemen.. u noe.. one that helps open doors.. carry heavy stuff.. or simply say.. u look nice today! over one that simply because of his &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt; image.. walks 2 metres in front of the poor girl thinkin he's all that! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BULL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. seriously.. how long can u play the bad boy role? Mebbe at the beginning we would fall for the "ACT".. but hey.. we aren't dumb.. Very soon.. we will realize we can do better and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LEAVE!..&lt;/span&gt; no.. make that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RUN!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wats this with that dude havin MULTIPLE girlfrens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GGRRRrRRRrrRrrrr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TO ALL THE GUYS! Go watch &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;John Tucker must DIE!&lt;/span&gt; have u seen catfights? imagine all the cats in a fight....&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT....&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.. we are livin breathing humans.. to the very least.. we do deserve respect.. sure.. mebbe bad guys start first.. but they dun necessarily finish first.. like a rotten apple.. after the first bite.. we would learn.. spit it out.. and toss it away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if in the end she doesn't like u..&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;her.. u can do better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE YOURSELF&gt;.. JUST YOU!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-116046249316960938?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/116046249316960938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=116046249316960938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116046249316960938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/116046249316960938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2006/10/nice-guys-finish-last.html' title='NICE GUYS FINISH LAST?'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12894054.post-111608747242939356</id><published>2005-05-15T01:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T02:17:52.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>AARrGGghhhhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>Haha.. hmm.. hello people! hehe.. this is weird..! writing to everybody at once..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. 1st thing 1st! i would like to apologize to everybody back home.. i.e.. bee.. eve..wen.. pooi kwan.. sau kuan.. tam.. eve.. mich.. benjy.. james.. bernard..! sorry..! i din get a chance to reply ur many emails!.. so i tot i'll write a blog instead! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOhh! Sorry yi! i noe u wanna kill me right now! esp since u bought me letter pad to write to u!eheheh.. summore bout the recordin thing! but..  Ermm.. haha.. i will definately get an award 4 u when i get back..! hehe.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! hmm.. life here is great! a lil hectic..lots of homework.. hoi essay.. accounting essay.. phew..!  but really fun lo! made sum REAlLy good friends!.. ai peng.. chai lee.. lee yee.. vd.. pang how.. jack jack.. yao.. ze yi.. carina.. edwin.. haha... thks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was yongene's birthday! haha.. we went to watch triple x! was really nice.. but kingdom of heaven was better! haha.. congratulations yongene..! 18 liao.. can go casino wo! sick or not sick.. must be happy ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People back at home! Miss u guys so much!! HuGs! Lots of love! loris....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12894054-111608747242939356?l=lorisng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/feeds/111608747242939356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12894054&amp;postID=111608747242939356' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/111608747242939356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12894054/posts/default/111608747242939356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorisng.blogspot.com/2005/05/aarrggghhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AARrGGghhhhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>LoRiS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249495844460962612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4soujBbWfUA/RuYZAV2V8iI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6D0RLMZMC3w/s200/blahh.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
