<?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-6579261868747607116</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:29:59.960+08:00</updated><category term='anniversary'/><category term='wedding'/><title type='text'>My Point of V(YOU)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1881937266725613427</id><published>2008-11-09T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:37:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supplementary card for me... *grinz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SRbjUmIY59I/AAAAAAAAANk/7wrkFDqCf7k/s1600-h/UOB_Onecard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SRbjUmIY59I/AAAAAAAAANk/7wrkFDqCf7k/s320/UOB_Onecard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266646757228996562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, by chance, I and ling visited the UOB credit card roadshow (not sure if it's really called roadshow cos it's not on e road) at suntec city. I have been considering to get this card since a couple of months back but i tot of looking at other credit cards before signing up for anything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, while i went to the toilet juz now, ling signed up for this credit card at the roadshow and i told ling i want to haf one too. He said that i should sign up for other credit cards cos i can use his credit card to get the benefits whenever we go out together. but i dun go out wif him only. i still go out wif the girls... wat if i am out wif da girls and i dun haf his card? that would be totally unfair cos I was the one who wanted that card first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den, SMART me, asked ling if I could haf a supplementary card from him. at least when i m out wif my galfrens, i can use the card to get the benefits. Hehehe..... AND ling agreed!!! YEAY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After which, ling wondered if he can call the bank and ask them to put limit to my supplementary card as $100 per month. Haha!! I dun tink so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I told ling that, with this supplementary card,  if he makes me furious or if he decides to dump me, I am soooo gonna splurge on that card sooo fast that he wun haf time to terminate it. MUAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i m gonna sign up for ntuc ocbc card. he's now asking for supplementary. No shame... where got guys get supplementary card from girlfrens one.... hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1881937266725613427?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1881937266725613427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1881937266725613427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1881937266725613427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1881937266725613427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/11/supplementary-card-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SRbjUmIY59I/AAAAAAAAANk/7wrkFDqCf7k/s72-c/UOB_Onecard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8235587972380574178</id><published>2008-11-02T08:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:37:07.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wanna get DBSS? Think again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SQz_IOO99yI/AAAAAAAAANU/aqRQ55KSfsg/s1600-h/img016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SQz_IOO99yI/AAAAAAAAANU/aqRQ55KSfsg/s320/img016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263862581214181154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SQz_H6ZYbOI/AAAAAAAAANM/9hZRfIqCg3s/s1600-h/img015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SQz_H6ZYbOI/AAAAAAAAANM/9hZRfIqCg3s/s320/img015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263862575889149154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SQz_HOYwHZI/AAAAAAAAANE/OW8WzWgpagc/s1600-h/img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SQz_HOYwHZI/AAAAAAAAANE/OW8WzWgpagc/s320/img014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263862564075347346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ling and I are currently looking for new houses cos it would only be completed like 4 or 5 years later. Might as well start now. Yesterday, we decided to go to Natura Loft's showroom, the new Design, Build and Sell Scheme Flat under HDB that looks like a condominium. It is located at Bishan and is one of the most expensive flat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say I was super disappointed. A 5 room flat could cost about $600,000 and it is only 120 sqm! Yes, there were gorgeous windows and balconies. Sadly, all the full length windows in the bedrooms and bath room (yes, bathroom!) are bay windows, where 1/5 of the length of the windows is covered by a cushioned bench (trying to describe in layman's terms).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I view the 5 room, i was so shocked at how tiny the apartment is!!! It's like the new kitchen is smaller than my house (can u believe that!), the common toilet is smaller than my sister's house and they say that there is a so called study area which is bullshit cos ultimately u have to convert it to dining area cos the allocated dining area is like super tiny and it cuts into ur living room area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;What amazes further, the income ceiling to get that house is $8k! I was like asking ling, they expect people of that combined household income to purchase that house?!! How can they afford it unless they take up a huge loan????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But den ah, even if I have a lot of money, I would definitely think twice before getting that apartment. Just getting that apartment, doesnt mean to show that u r rich and can afford it. but it shows that u dun tink wisely before getting it. It is not a condo for goodness sake. they boast about the facilities that they might build such as playgrounds and stuffs. But those facilities can also be used by other people who live in other flats that cost like onli $400,000. Not exclusive at all! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I can afford $600,000, I'd rather buy a real condominium with swimming pool facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it is partly expensive cos it is so near to everywhere but I'd rather buy a much cheaper flat and get myself a car to get myself to everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, my dream of getting full length windows houses is crushed! Ling said that new houses are that tiny. They are unlike the resale flats. So now, most probably I might just get a resale flat cos it is much bigger and dump the idea of having full length windows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our budget for a flat now that we can afford comfortably is $370, 000. Perhaps it might increase a little bit after proper calculations. We are now looking at big 5-rooms or executive flats which are about 130 to 145sqm. Most likely after our proposed wedding in late 2010/early 2011, we will start hunting for a house cos we need tos ave money for our renovation which, according to ling, would be a lot cos my standard is high. haha! well, i have been living in an under renovated house for the past 15 yrs of my life, naturally i would want something much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am determined to buy a perfect house for myself cos dats where I am going to live for the next ten years or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8235587972380574178?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8235587972380574178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8235587972380574178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8235587972380574178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8235587972380574178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanna-get-dbss-think-again-so-ling-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SQz_IOO99yI/AAAAAAAAANU/aqRQ55KSfsg/s72-c/img016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8675191185851139907</id><published>2008-10-25T08:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:55:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY CAT PASSED AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cat, 'who' suffered from cancer 6 months ago finally breathed his last yesterday night. I said 'who' and not 'which' cos i find it wrong to lump animals together with inanimate objects. animals deserve 'who'. ok, i m tokin nonsense. so, last night, i spent an hour crying. ling had trouble comforting me cos i tink he might not understand how i feel as he is not as obsessed wif animals as me.  i tink he is like wondering y i can cry like dat over an animal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tink u guys noe dat if i see humans dying on the news or tortured, i'd haf no emotions. that time, i even saw a man dead on the road, wif blood cos of an accident and i still dun haf any emotions towards that guys. but, if i see an animal injured, dying or tortured in the news, i would shout at my ling to change the channel cos i refuse to watch that news. i noe dat if i watch, i would cry and even ling wouldnt be able to comfort me then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure if my cat passed away only after my 'visit'. I admit, i am not close to this cat cos he is often locked up in my mom's rm. but he is very very manja to people. so, last night, i decided to visit him.  he used to be big and fat but last night, i finally saw the effect of cancer on him. he was juz bones and his fur was falling off. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i stroked him to see if he was alive cos he seemed to be sleeping but he gave a squeak to tell me dat he was alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, i m starting to cry now... sighz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den after visiting him, i asked my mum if we shud put him down to end his suffering but my mum refused cos she wants him to die naturally. i m so frustrated wif my mum cos it was her dat my cat ended up wif dis condition. she was the one who reported to me about his injury late and we ended up sending him to a vet too late. his injury, which was minor became cancerous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the next two hours after the visit, i told ling dat i had a sinking and bad feeling and it wasnt really about my cat cos i tot he would still be alive for the next week or so. i tot it was juz me cos i told ling dat i need to see counsellor. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;this is bcos at times i feel dat something is not wrong without knowing wat was wrong.&lt;/span&gt; like, if i go shopping or when i m eating, my heart can suddenly sink and i would feel that something is not right. i thought i haf emotional problems and i need to see a doctor for that. i even told ling that mebe i shud start taking vallium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den, i decided to go out of my rm and i cant even remember why i went out. but soon after stepping out of my rm, i realised that my mum and dad were walking about in a rushed manner. i asked them wat was wrong and dat was when my mum told me dat my cat passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now, my mum is chit chatting happily wif my aunt over the phone but here i am crying as i m typing this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i noe he is juz a cat but i feel that animals deserve to be on earth more than humans cos they are innocent. humans are forever committing sins and bringing misery to others. worse, humans can think but animals cant. when they die, i dun even noe if they get to go to a better place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope that my cat is really at peace now. i m gonna miss him. i told ling that, if it were cik cik (my fat female cat) who died, i tink i wun be able to take e news cos i m very very close to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate myself for loving animals so much. but as a compensation, at least i'd be emotionless when it comes to humans and deaths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8675191185851139907?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8675191185851139907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8675191185851139907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8675191185851139907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8675191185851139907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-cat-passed-away-my-cat-who-suffered.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-3180605859727899183</id><published>2008-10-17T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:36:32.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPivK6Zn64I/AAAAAAAAAM8/GVVf4EIs2GA/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Some branded things are best not to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This couple of days, i went to u-noe-where from 8 to 5. so, i get to meet 'professionals' like myself (cheh...) and i was kinda taken aback at wat i observed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;far once mentioned in her blog sth like gahmen officials not spending the extra money to get good clothes, shoes, etc. i beg to differ lah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in contrast, everywhere i went, i saw LV, Liz Clairborne, Coach, Bonia, Gucci, Prada.... goodness.... so many of them haf those things such that my $50 Carlo Rino bag attracted more attention than others and of course my $20 mondo shoes attracted attention too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den, wats the pt of buying expensive stuffs? i m not sure if they bought fakes though... then, it will be more worth it. at least u dun spend $800 on sth which pple juz pass over cos it is juz too common and is no longer a symbol of status. but i tink liz clairborne is still quite acceptable. not many pple carry them as compared to Gucci and Coach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, i bought ling Bonia stuffs for our 3rd yr anniversary. i m such a sucker. i said i m not getting him any gifts, but yet my hands r so itchy, i go and buy something for him but it was so hard to resist!! the packaging was nice (a very very nice box), the belt buckle is very elegant and the wallet is uncommon. there's a surprise compartment for the wallet some more. i din even noe Bonia has a line for men lah... l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ing said Bonia is for auntie-suntie. so now, who is the auntie2??&lt;/span&gt; khekhe... but i assured him dat if he wears Bonia stuffs, he would be one of the few men in Singapore that would be wearing them. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPivK6Zn64I/AAAAAAAAAM8/GVVf4EIs2GA/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPivK6Zn64I/AAAAAAAAAM8/GVVf4EIs2GA/s320/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258145166965336962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gorgeous casing, which is way much better that wat braun buffel had to offer me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPiuikjE6HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/llV6q90PV2c/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPiuikjE6HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/llV6q90PV2c/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258144473904638066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;oh yah, i finally bought my spa package!!&lt;/span&gt;! now, i haf 10 1-hr massage sessions at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body Wellness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, i dun tink their massages are to die for but 1 session is only $55 which was offered when the lady saw how reluctant i was to take their packages. den, when i asked if she could throw in a free scrub, she said yes!! yeay... so now i m on e way to become makcik makcik already... the outlet i went to wasnt that nice... i went to the one at stamford court. decor was ok ok onli lah... so i m planning to go to the other outlets and see see.... anyway, if u guys wanna go for the massage for $55 onli, juz call me lah. it is transferable. if i get rid of the 10 session quickly, i can also change spas quickly and buy some other packages. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-3180605859727899183?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/3180605859727899183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=3180605859727899183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/3180605859727899183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/3180605859727899183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-branded-things-are-best-not-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPivK6Zn64I/AAAAAAAAAM8/GVVf4EIs2GA/s72-c/DSC00628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-6146290738006208825</id><published>2008-10-11T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:40:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Jalan raya and a visit to the castle... (VIP? Me? No way...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDWwdYksvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XNj_A8zoyGo/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDWwdYksvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XNj_A8zoyGo/s320/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936893151130354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDMNnf7usI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Th3SD0XZBOQ/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDMNnf7usI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Th3SD0XZBOQ/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255925299454655170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today finally met up wif e adhoc peeps after such a long time. as usual, it was fun fun fun!!! they played a card game thruout their entire jalan raya such that i felt we shud haf juz rented a chalet, order lotsa food and play dat for one whole day. HAHA!!! it was addictive lah and a gd game to bond wif frens. i enjoyed it!! i only joined them when they went to far's house which is second last house. I dun regret not joining them earlier as i had gotten a much needed rest at home after a war wif my markings for a week. (see below) It was so messy cos I couldnt decide which one i wanna mark first. Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDN2M3p7eI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LYJgkhfnZL4/s320/DSC00620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDLteADrdI/AAAAAAAAALs/gUZFVLLARtA/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Niwae, I m quite angry at my dad cos he was spouting nonsensical stuffs to my frens. No, i m not one of the case whereby i m ashamed of my parent cos he is uncool. No. I juz wish that my dad can jaga his mouth. He is so insensitive and so full of himself. When the adhoc came over he tried giving so-called advice that are menyeleweng in the eyes of Islam. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I may not be well-versed in my religion but I think I noe enough to detect things that tak masok akal.&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, i dun approve of how my dad practises the religion cos it menyusahkan me. Often, at night, he would asap here and der and i always haf to lock my door at night so dat the asap wun enter my rm and choke me in e middle of e night and waking up having sore throat. No matter how many times I tried to make him stop doing it, my werds juz bounced back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That is why, for most part of my life, I rarely listen to him&lt;/span&gt;. So, today, i think he offended a couple of the adhoc members and i dun blame them for having a black face or cant-be-bothered face.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Perhaps, it's a sin for me to be anak durhaka (an unfilial child) but i tink it is a greater sin if i dun use my brains to differentiate wat is right and wat is wrong&lt;/span&gt; cos parents are not always right and in my case, my dad is often wrong. sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really wish he would change his ways. I already talked to him abt his actions today. thankfully, he din scold me or wat cos i tried talkin to him nicely. hopefully, he changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyway, yest i went to the 'castle'!!! and i met baya's sister!! yeay... it made everything so much mroe fun and to think i tot i would be alone and almost din wanna go for the event juz to play sims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDLudUY_TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5t2JCLsQ67o/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDLudUY_TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5t2JCLsQ67o/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255924764145941810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDLvN_dNlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/60XBZAUvX1s/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDLvN_dNlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/60XBZAUvX1s/s320/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255924777211475538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was e grp of peeps i sat wif. I had such a hard time getting someone to take pic for us cos I was so scared dat the person I asked is a minister or a CEO or an ambassador or some big shot or sth. So scary....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I was seated at the VIP table!!!&lt;/span&gt;! (hehe...) This table alone had 3 women who has done well academically, 2 judges (i think), one super young female entrepreneur (younger den me by 3 yrs!), baya's sis (who was given a special mention in the speech made for that night), a lady who won an award and an impt person for the pple of Geylang. yikes!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; i was like some kucing kurap sey... but no offence to kucing kurap, i love all kucing whether or not they haf kuraps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; but it doesnt sound so bad. baya's sis, me and a couple of the girls are so kecoh. the impt lady of geylang sat beside me and i had a nice time chit chatting wif her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDLvaZL4BI/AAAAAAAAAME/TQvvNd27xDU/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDLvaZL4BI/AAAAAAAAAME/TQvvNd27xDU/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255924780540616722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baya's sis referred to him as Pakcik Yaakob. Sajer jer... haha!! i told her to get duit rayer from him or can go visiting to his house. haha!! anyway, he was the host of the event and I m grateful to him for hosting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-6146290738006208825?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6146290738006208825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=6146290738006208825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6146290738006208825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6146290738006208825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/10/jalan-raya-and-visit-to-castle.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SPDWwdYksvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XNj_A8zoyGo/s72-c/DSC00664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-2678755243882596783</id><published>2008-10-04T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:13:39.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling's sarcasms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I juz realised that some pple are not able to detect ling's sarcasms.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Unlike me, ling hides his sarcasms by making jokes. U may laugh wif him without realising that the joke was actually related to u. &lt;/span&gt;He once said that that is how he tries to maintain a good relationship and yet get his points across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that time, i told him that that manner to get things across will not work effectively. cos some pple juz dun get it and it is not even their fault for not getting it! i tink i may have been his victim a few times but i m not sure cos i also belong to the majority of pple who dun get his sarcastic jokes cos all i hear are jokes without sarcasms throwing at anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tink i m well-known for somebody who is against bringing partners in friends-gathering events unless they haf good reasons for doing so. but not many pple noe dat ling is as against it as me even though he tries to give hints in his comments. ling is as frustrated as me when pple start bringing partners to these events. next week, one of his very close group of frens might be bringing her tunang and i tink his plan is to see how much the tunang can take it. not sure if he is going to drive the tunang away wif his sarcasms, which i tink is not going to work if he always make jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno, perhaps his tactic is better than mine.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;t least, he is talking abt that person right in front of the person himself. whereas my tactic is juz to kp quiet and den vomit everything in this blog, &lt;/span&gt;this is one of the reasons y i dun wanna jln raya on the 11th, besides being super tired and busy. ling tot i din wanna go cos i was ashamed to face some of dem. Errrr..... totally wrong. I haf super thick skin.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; i m one of those pple who fell on e butt in public, vomited in front of the principal, haf my belt dropped in a crowded restaurant and yet pull a very normal face as if nothing happens wif no blushes at all.&lt;/span&gt; Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told ling dat i juz dun wan to cari dosa cos i cant control my thoughts and actions. so, rather than getting myself into situations that i m not comfortable in, might as well i avoid them. last yr i din wanna go for the same reason but i went in e end and i wished i hadnt. all cos ling wanted me to go. dis yr, he asked me to go again or else he'd be lonely cos other pple bringing partners. but i am not going to make the same mistake. also, wat lonely???&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;see him 3 times a week and he'd be surrounded by frens on dat day! that is if the frens are not over-layaning their partners&lt;/span&gt;.  lalala...  not sure if my nj raya will be partner-free. i hope so. but who m i to control pple's actions. mebe faiz might bring his, not sure. if dats the case, i wonder if we can be as bimbotic and crazy as our past jalan rayas but i tink his wife already noe abt that. haha!. but... i dun tink e other nj peeps bringing partners lah...  it will be odd if anyone of us does... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, on the 10th i will get to go to Istana and meet my prince charming. yeay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-2678755243882596783?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/2678755243882596783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=2678755243882596783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/2678755243882596783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/2678755243882596783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/10/lings-sarcasms.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-5324488717699116493</id><published>2008-10-04T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:35:31.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I got a TITUS watch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (i could make fun of the name of this brand but it wouldnt sound nice cos it involves one of the female's body parts. lalala...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy 3rd yr anniversary ling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Klah, it was on 1st oct. Sorry, belated. hehehe... So, when he asked wat i wan, i told him i wan a watch. I mean, the last time i got a watch was like a yr ago which is my Swatch watch cum bracelet. It's time to get a new one. Things like watches, wallets need to change yearly one. Things like bags, three times a yr. Things  like shoes, every other mth. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, I chose this watch. I m not into bling blings actually. I dun really love and crave for diamonds or diamond-like things. I feel that it is too eye-catching and is annoying when the sun reflects it. However, when i saw this watch, surprisingly, not only is the slimness of the face attracts me but i was attracted to the bling blings too. i was actually looking for a watch that is versatile - that is, it can be worn casually and formally, just like my GUESS watch. but, the idea of wearing bling blings when in jeans and shirt kinda sound interesting. furthermore, the watch comes wif straps of two clours - white and black. i can wear the white one for casual look and the black one for an elegant look. cool huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOZFU4stjGI/AAAAAAAAALc/yQcxPt1o_1I/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOZFU4stjGI/AAAAAAAAALc/yQcxPt1o_1I/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252962240493882466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOZFVDKwFiI/AAAAAAAAALk/EjCUhtR89lQ/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOZFVDKwFiI/AAAAAAAAALk/EjCUhtR89lQ/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252962243304232482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after dat we went to seoul garden to eat. pics r wif ling as i had forgotten to bring my cammie. but there's nothing to see except me posing wif food. hehe...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;in case u r wondering wat i got for ling. i got for him nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this one, another story. in short, i wanted to get him a super nice BRAUN BUFFEL belt cos he is into branded stuffs (not moi) and yet he could ask me in a commanding manner, "why buy a belt that is so expensive?" i felt that he has no right to question my choice of gift. it is not like it is super duper ugly that he wun wear it. i haf my reason too. e reason is that i noe if i had gotten ling dat belt, he'd keep the buckle for at least 5 yrs, which is worth my money. the leather would be longer lasting too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i got fed up and decided not to get for him anything cos i had wasted precious hours and energy trying to get him dat gift but was rewarded wif unappreciative comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but, i still love ling. dats love. u can be angry at that person and still love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-5324488717699116493?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5324488717699116493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=5324488717699116493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5324488717699116493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5324488717699116493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-titus-watch-i-could-make-fun-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOZFU4stjGI/AAAAAAAAALc/yQcxPt1o_1I/s72-c/DSC00613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1924191700946554085</id><published>2008-10-03T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:10:01.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jalan raya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, my dad juz had to make this hari raya a memorable one. Last yr I was pissed at him for throwing his temper at me when he was e one at fault. Even my uncle had to come down and had a talk with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This yr, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;he made me pissed off again by inviting my wheelchair bound aunt, uncle and maid to stay at my house for months. &lt;/span&gt;Not only me lah... my mum also super pissed. He did not discuss wif the family or wat. My house is like super tiny and u wan to squeeze 3 more pple. Then ah, my house dun haf the lift on every floor yet. So how to get that aunt up and down the stairs? Also, from experience, my mum said, usually the temporary stay will bcum permanent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I told my mum dat if the plan goes through, i will stay at my second sis house while looking for a place to re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;nt.&lt;/span&gt; I m old enough to afford to rent my own rm. I juz dun haf to gif my dad the monthly money, can already.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; I haf waited 13 yrs to haf a room of my own. My privacy wun be easily taken away from me. &lt;/span&gt;My mum also said that she will leave the house if they come to stay wif us. we r talkin abt 3 pple, mind u. so, he got my aunt excited and my aunt turned to me and said she wants to live wif me but i m not even close to her! My first sis is much closer to her. i tink she wans to stay wif me juz bcos my face appeared in the newspaper. e thing is, i m not even sure i'd like my parents to stay wif me when i haf my own house, wat makes her tink i m gonna let my relatives stay wif me?? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;den ah, i m NOT going to share rm wif my sis again. We are much happier now.&lt;/span&gt; Ironically, the relationship between me and my sisters got better after we got our own rm and houses. I can joke wif dem now and tok to dem abt problems. Last time when we shared the same rm, we cant see eye to eye at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may sound super mean ah... she did discipline my dad in e past cos my dad is forever gettin into trouble. she also did help my dad financially in e past. he ALWAYS make unwise decisions u see... but i feel dat there are always other ways of helping her out. staying wif us and making it inconvenient for both parties is not the best solution at all. sigh.. i juz wish my dad will get wiser each yr. but dats not gonna happen at all. niwae, my mum called my dad's other sisters and they talked to my dad already. so far, my dad made no mention of getting them to stay wif us. GOOD. the moment they step into house, OUT i go.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; i may sound dramatic, but if you are in my place for the past 23 yrs, u'd understand the battles i haf to go thru while staying in this house. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-g-GQrJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/S-shA8tCfB0/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-g-GQrJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/S-shA8tCfB0/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954751520255122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides that incident, nothing else went wrong... I had fun wearing my new baju. The cloth and lace is bought by moi. yah, i had fun cos the sleeves r big so i can swing dem arnd. In this pic, the small girl in pink is super duper cutelah!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-hTikVVI/AAAAAAAAALE/frh8yf2t9IU/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-hTikVVI/AAAAAAAAALE/frh8yf2t9IU/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954757276128594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cant say the 'anak daras' any more cos two of them are already married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-huaE7NI/AAAAAAAAALM/RH7ik1MkLVU/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-huaE7NI/AAAAAAAAALM/RH7ik1MkLVU/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954764488273106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somehow, our baju colours are the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-hxxUg9I/AAAAAAAAALU/BgcmY17DjpY/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-hxxUg9I/AAAAAAAAALU/BgcmY17DjpY/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252954765391070162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my swt cuzzin. I was amazed at his attentiveness bcos when i reached home, i received sms from him askin me to take care of myself since i wasnt feelin well and i wondered how he knew i was sick. he replied saying dat i mentioned my nose was leaking. he is like super eligible bachelor lah. he is takin deg in physics in NUS and is now in the dance club. will see him this sunday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1924191700946554085?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1924191700946554085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1924191700946554085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1924191700946554085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1924191700946554085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/10/jalan-raya-as-usual-my-dad-juz-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SOY-g-GQrJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/S-shA8tCfB0/s72-c/DSC00600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-6695548571616999612</id><published>2008-09-19T22:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:29:04.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saya telah dihadiahkan dompet berjenama 'TEKA'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SNO0lfoNV8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/8R96_eycHQQ/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SNO0lfoNV8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/8R96_eycHQQ/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247736547055065026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today went wallet hunting again with ling. Went to Tangs but realised the selection is no different from Metro and Isetan and BHG. Ling realli din like Bonia designs. Mebe he din like them cos they were more pricey. Ling prefer the 'Guess' brand. But i agree wif him lah.. 'Guess' brand is more for people of my age and it's much cheaper too. Bonia and Carlo Rino mebe 10 yrs later lah.. when i bcum makcik2... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided to go to the Boutique and I fell in love with this wallet immediately after laying my eyes on it. Ling likes it too!! In fact, surprisingly ling has good taste when it comes to shoes and bags. In the shop, he pointed out bags that are of my taste. WELL DONE LING!! now u can bcum my personal shopper. khekhekeh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this wallet is the shop's new arrival. No wonder I did not see it in Metro and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SNO0lk1vVOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZuQ9TM548cw/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SNO0lk1vVOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZuQ9TM548cw/s320/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247736548453995746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I juz love the metal 'badge'. I feel I can juz cut it out and make it into a buckle for my belt. I was torn between pink, bronze and stone colour but the pink was pale pink and i m not really comfortable wif pale pink. the bronze coloured overpower the colour of the buckle. so, i chose the stone colour!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also nice motifs on the wallet. Love it lots lots!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum guessed the price to be over 200 bucks. Hahah! Klah, she doesnt noe that Guess is not that branded. It's way cheaper. Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SNO0l9RS6NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/brIWQq7ykcQ/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SNO0l9RS6NI/AAAAAAAAAK0/brIWQq7ykcQ/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247736555012024530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ling, still got 3rd yr anniversary.. set aside some budget for that k....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-6695548571616999612?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6695548571616999612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=6695548571616999612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6695548571616999612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6695548571616999612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/09/saya-telah-dihadiahkan-dompet-berjenama.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SNO0lfoNV8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/8R96_eycHQQ/s72-c/DSC00593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-9130006731046430600</id><published>2008-09-13T22:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:27:50.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Presents!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok after my prev post, ling realised that he shud haf given me more support and now i m back to lovin him lots lots again!! esp when it is my shoppin-for-my-presents day!!!!! naturally, i got shoes!! TWO PAIRS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvaEXNgCeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kan2x7oDBZI/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvaEXNgCeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kan2x7oDBZI/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245525959488047586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the look of this pair of shoes... it SHINES!!!! this would be my hari raya shoes but i haf a feeling i might wear those even before hari raya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvaEg0vn4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E7d5DRV-AlQ/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvaEg0vn4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E7d5DRV-AlQ/s320/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245525962068565890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tried to get my 'model' today but she was uncooperative. muz be her diva mood swings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvZre-ykFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Hwn1eHQAIys/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvZre-ykFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Hwn1eHQAIys/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245525532077101138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my working shoes!!! i feel that pple of my profession should always look professional and elegant always so dat pple would stop looking down on us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shoes are quite cheap cheap actually. U muz be wondering y my bf so cheapo. never get me branded shoes. Firstly, i go for looks, not brand. Secondly, y waste so much money on something that i would change every 3 months???!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there would be another present coming up. Wallet!! i need a new wallet badly. I change wallets once every yr. so, not so bad. can splurge on dat one. so, juz now, i was torn between a Bonia and Guess wallet. They were gorgeous in a funky way!! They were not so ex too!! the price was juz right. but, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ling said Bonia is for auntie2 and i consider it an insult cos i have a Carlo Rino bag and he felt that I have not seen other brands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. he suggested i look at other brands like Salvatore Ferragamo, which i dun mind cos ultimately, he is paying for dem!! he said, i shudnt make a hasty decision todae if i have not seen other brands yet.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fine, wait till i point at an SF wallet and we'll see wat his reaction would be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Khekhekhekehe.... But i think, i'll still stick to my Bonia or Guess wallet. They were nice... Sighz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvZrhJ57YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZaJHLRywr9E/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvZrhJ57YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZaJHLRywr9E/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245525532660592002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ling tricked me yest. When he gave me the bag from crabtree and evelyn, i was so happie cos i tot he bought me the perfume i wanted. but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvZr_dgjZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CbQCNhbmY4k/s1600-h/DSC00588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvZr_dgjZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CbQCNhbmY4k/s320/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245525540795878802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it turned out to be this lemon cookies. Klah, the cookies are VERY VERY nice. worth the 15 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvZKeaI64I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PCZMXWyruXs/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvZKeaI64I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PCZMXWyruXs/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245524964987693954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Todae, I chose Hei Sushi to celebrate my bdae. Our celebration actually started since wednesday. Wednesday we went to Swensen's and even ate the sizzling pan thingy for dessert, thursday we had awfully choc cake and pizza and Friday we ate at Sufi turkish restaurant. So my bdae celeb lasted 4 days long. Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvY8OadmII/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ssq9lnLelX0/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvY8OadmII/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ssq9lnLelX0/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245524720175913090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mixed Fry. The taste is so so only. Everything is fried, nothing much to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvYtW1M4YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zcI21JfAriA/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvYtW1M4YI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zcI21JfAriA/s320/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245524464737509762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yakitori, ling's fav.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvYi96YtlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vd4IUaO-yKI/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvYi96YtlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vd4IUaO-yKI/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245524286249678418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scallop wif mayonnaise. My favourite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvYSiPYtzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nsrql6b-rkM/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvYSiPYtzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nsrql6b-rkM/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245524003943659314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvYCnfDvzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/prjZj2isxQY/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvYCnfDvzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/prjZj2isxQY/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245523730473664306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ling wasnt juz posing for this shot. He loved the sauce so much he licked all the sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the normal sushis. we dun eat the raw ones... eeeiii... we tried raw oysters and raw salmon b4... yucks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvW_-CW39I/AAAAAAAAAIk/2XMdy8uIZuI/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvW_-CW39I/AAAAAAAAAIk/2XMdy8uIZuI/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245522585476063186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dessert, ling had some coffe vanilla ice cream thingy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvWsV5C4NI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kXLcCh390pg/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvWsV5C4NI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kXLcCh390pg/s320/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245522248282071250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had Peach Fantasia... It looked very pleasing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvVONM164I/AAAAAAAAAIU/eiukSjum0Zg/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvVONM164I/AAAAAAAAAIU/eiukSjum0Zg/s320/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245520631041485698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The centre bit was Ferrero Rocher. After dessert, i still could ask for two more sushis cos i wanna leave the place with a sushi taste in my mouth. haha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very happy today cos of ling and also the goodies i got for today!!! There's stil the wallet to look forward to!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, I also opened a bank accnt at UOB. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, i dunno if i shud get credit card or debit card. Or whether my UOB should be my spending or savings accnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This one also another headache cos i dunno how credit cards work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Does anyone wanna brief me abt credit cards?? Far???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-9130006731046430600?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/9130006731046430600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=9130006731046430600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/9130006731046430600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/9130006731046430600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/09/presents-ok-after-my-prev-post-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SMvaEXNgCeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kan2x7oDBZI/s72-c/DSC00579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-3962902236503533158</id><published>2008-09-12T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:16:26.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WORST BDAE EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yest, though it was my bdae, i slept, crying. as i cried, pple were still wishing me a happy bdae and it got more and more ironic which made me feel even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstly, yest,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i had 10 periods of lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10 periods = 5 hours. my min. no. of periods per day is 7 periods actually which is way above average of other pple in my profession. my kids arent exactly angels and yest i still had to get them to arrange their desks and chairs for today's nationwide event. what a horror it was!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during break, two of my kids caught a well known household reptile and it escaped and went to another girl's skirt and yada yada. i wasnt there at that time and my colleague even confessed that she was beside my kids when that incident happen but she was too tired to scold dem as she was also fasting. den wat about me???!! i haf to take dem for 10 periods!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually do haf passion in wat i do, so i get excited during lessons. when i get excited, my kids get excited and they would interrupt me and gif their unnecessary comments as i was talkin. i got super fed up. since yest was a very very heavy day for me, i got really really really fed up. in one day i shouted and scolded them three times. by the third time, i was very very thirsty and i felt very weak. i couldnt take it anymore,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i threw my  marker on the floor and had to leave my class halfway to go to the toilet to compose myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i got back to class, i went back to the normal mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den after dat i got duty for today's event which included me walking up and down the stairs, carrying a big box. checking for everything until 5.30pm. by then i really couldnt take it. i felt SOOOO thirsty... ya allah, i can really imagine wat it would haf been like in the desert....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in overall,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I worked from 6.30 am to 11am. Break from 11am to 1230pm. Den work again from 1230pm to 5.30pm and my job is not desk job mind u.&lt;/span&gt; My job is the physically exhaustive one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was worse is dat, ling din really gaf me the support i needed. he felt that when i complained, it was all about me. He kept asking me if i was the only person fasting. he kept asking me if i was the only one who had to do all those work. it felt like he was accusing me of over exaggerating without considering that others may be in e same plight as me. but who cares if others are in the same plight or worse than me? that doesnt mean i haf no right to complain. I could have fainted there and den. den wait until i faint issit?? i noe dat i was e only person who is fasting and had to take 10 periods, with a difficult class, get the class to arrange tables and carry out that physically taxing duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i left skool at 6.30pm in a cab and we celebrated at my house cos i was very very tired. ling got a cake from awfully chocolate and we ordered pizzas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even then, the night ended on a sour note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seemed that ling cannot handle my stress level.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; he said i complain and complain as though i was e only impt person arnd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; imagine how i felt at that time? i m still getting used to this challenging profession. right now, i need someone who can give me support. i thought ling could give that cos his work now is not that heavy. i noe it would be heavy in the future. but now he is still doing light duties&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; so it may seemed as though that i m complaining too much cos he got not much things to complain abt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;his complain would be, he had to carry a 4kg load of coffee cups for a meeting or, he has to write minutes. i m not saying he shouldnt be complaining but i really feel that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;his problems right now is like  a tiny pebble as compared to my problem, which is a big rock that will turn into a mountain as time passes&lt;/span&gt;. so, i tink i need the support more until i m stable but that doesnt mean i dun give a damn abt his probs right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i m mentally, emotionally and psychologically stressed now. i dun tink i m exaggerating. all i need is a person who is generous wif caring and supportive words which seemed too much for ling to give&lt;/span&gt;. he said, i was the one who made him feel unhappy cos i keep sharing my grievances. but, i wonder, if i kept most of the things to myself, wont i explode??? who else could i turn to? my family??? my family which doesnt do much to get me to where i am today????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haf no one. i noe that at times like dis, i need a guy cos girls will never be able to hear the stress i m facing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I BADLY need a guy. any guy. a fren to tok to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-3962902236503533158?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/3962902236503533158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=3962902236503533158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/3962902236503533158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/3962902236503533158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/09/worst-bdae-ever-yest-though-it-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8083048101977865431</id><published>2008-09-09T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:52:21.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I m supposed to be doin werk now but i shall take the time off to appreciate someone.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love u  ling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for being my lullaby. I noe I cant slp without hearing ur voice. If i change bf, I will have insomnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k, dat's all the time i haf left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIAOZ!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH WAIT!!! My bdae is in 2 days' time!!! My pay is in 3 days!!! YAHOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8083048101977865431?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8083048101977865431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8083048101977865431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8083048101977865431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8083048101977865431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-m-supposed-to-be-doin-werk-now-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-6072642613028632057</id><published>2008-09-05T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:51:43.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeay!!! Gd news from ling! My wedding will be postponed to June 2011! I told ling dat day dat end of 2010 is not gd enough for us financially but he wasnt convinced and i haf no idea y he wasnt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, after checking wif our fren abt his upcoming weddin, i tink that it scared ling a little and brought him back to reality. khekhe... wif rising costs, especially food, how can u not spend over 40k for a wedding??!!! Pleaselah,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; ignorant guests still think that the price of food per head is $8 for void-deck wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I heard from my mum that for my sis wedding last yr, it was $12 per head. Now, the same caterer is charging $20 per head. Mebe other catering company wun make such a drastic change but fd prices have increased by A LOT such that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I feel like serving boiled potatoes for my wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I advise u guys to at least give $15 per person even if it is a void deck wedding. But even $15 is not enough to cover the cost of e fd. Dun pandang rendah void deck weddings cos it is still super expensive to have it. I realised this after my sis wedding lor... Den ah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;her duit salam did not even exceed 10k even after 700 guests turned up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Citot... haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wat ling said after dat made me uncomfortable. He said mebe shud stay wif parents for one yr. GASP!! One year??!!!! No way man.... Obviously it would be my house cos he still got younger brothers living in his house. BUT that would mean i have to teach in my skool for a longer period of time!!! NOoOOO!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ling said that if stay wif parents for one year we can purchase premium BTO, 5-room some more and still have lots of cash left over. Den dat would mean I have to purchase a house early next yr. FAINTZ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate staying here. URGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-6072642613028632057?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6072642613028632057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=6072642613028632057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6072642613028632057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6072642613028632057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeay-gd-news-from-ling-my-wedding-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1951541809337913098</id><published>2008-09-03T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:42:36.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Baya is going off in a few months to UK for two years to do her training/working!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She'd be serving 4 yrs bond, 2yrs in UK and 2yrs in Singapore, hopefully, cos I heard from ling dat sumtimes the company can pay to break the bond so that she can stay there to continue working.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She received the news like last night and she was very VERY happie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also happie dat she has gotten wat she wanted and I m also very proud of her as her future would be very bright. However, I couldnt bring myself to be as excited as her as I felt that there would be something missing if the BIMZ go out together. I noe I m selfish to say that but I will miss her lots lots... There will be one person less to throw sarcastic remarks at Ama. One person less to share my passion for cheez. One person less to consult on English. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;One person less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry baya if my reaction last night was disappointing... I did manage a hug right? I din wanna be emotional also cos it is not time yet. We can still go Malaysia or Bintan this DEC!! Provided ama doesnt back out last minute. Hmph.  But anyone who wanna come wif us also can. The  more the merrier and Ilda and Far, I did not forget abt u babes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Pls consider going on a holiday wif us b4 Baya leaves!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hopefully two yrs would pass very faz and u'd still be able to come back in time for my wedding!! Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tokin abt wedding, I m very proud of ling, as usual, as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;he came up with this financial planning thingy in Excel which is super cool &lt;/span&gt;cos u can put in the amt of savings, den it will calculate for u how much u haf left after purchasing a house. It even shows like how much u haf left if u buy which type of house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good job LING!!! I love being able to depend on men. Haiz.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den ling smsed me today saying that we can get married after two yrs and Ama was so cute cos she tot it was a wedding proposal which was like totally NOT! I noe we wun haf wedding proposal or tunang2 thingy. Our budget is tight as it is and we r saving more than 2k per mth as a couple. Living in SIngapore is juz so crazy and my future husband is not a businessman, thus we r a pair of calculative pple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1951541809337913098?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1951541809337913098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1951541809337913098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1951541809337913098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1951541809337913098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/09/baya-is-going-off-in-few-months-to-uk.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1930935260658031431</id><published>2008-09-01T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:51:08.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently hooked on the tv series "The Secret Life of an American Teenager" which I am watching online. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show portrays the problems and pressures that an american teenager would face. I find the show more educational and more convincing than those Suria shows which try to educate parents on teen gangsterism, teen pregnancy, drugs and yada yada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find those shows on Suria very depressing and they dun give much hope to those who are already encountering problems. It was more of a nagging. I also dun tink I m suffering from the disease that the 'Western-shows-are-better-than-ours-juz-because-they-are-from-the-West'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Secret Life of an American Teenager" is about a 15-yr-old girl who got pregnant by a guy she din even love and how the pple arnd her deal with the problem. I like the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;OPTIMISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the show in that if u got pregnant at an early stage, not all is lost. U might tink that the show is indirectly encouraging teenage pregnancy by giving hope to those girls. However, the solution to the problem that our society is facing now is way beyond juz warning our teenagers not to get involved in sex. It is quite pointless in doing dat already. We shud take a step further and address those who are already involved and even got pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I am one of those pple who support the idea on giving out condoms to teenagers&lt;/span&gt;. Why?? Because it is time we face the fact that teenagers noe the consequences of early sex and yet they still do it. No matter how hard we try to advise them or deter them by showing gory pictures of abortion, it is of no use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, to be able to find a solution, we shud face the facts. Not giving out condoms and advising our kids to haf safe sex, is the same as ignoring the real problem altogether. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show also portrays on how the teens struggle with parents who are divorcing, teens who have a very bad childhood. In overall, the show has a lot of advice but it is not one of those boring, educational cum documentary kind of show. It is a bit like Gilmore Girls with some humor moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tink it is time our society steps up in producing QUALITY shows to advise the teenagers and not juz producing them for the sake of it. OR.... the mediacorp shud try airing this show on Channel 5. That would be great!! Provided that the parents haf an open mind that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciaoz!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1930935260658031431?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1930935260658031431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1930935260658031431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1930935260658031431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1930935260658031431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-currently-hooked-on-tv-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-5522466061078139196</id><published>2008-08-30T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:56:16.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;YEAY!!!! I have finally delivered my valedictorian speech!!!!!!!!! Woohooo!!!! Ling only took a video of me which I have yet to upload it to youtube and post it here. I feel super duper happie... whee.... Now waiting for suria's news at 12 midnight cos i missed the first telecast. My mum said there was a brief feature of my face. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlsZGP9pFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yisiBz1HIEg/s1600-h/DSC00530small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlsZGP9pFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yisiBz1HIEg/s320/DSC00530small.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338819852379218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my pillar. Eh! My pillar of strength lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlsTLt-UaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Xv1epmQTGn4/s1600-h/DSC00532small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlsTLt-UaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Xv1epmQTGn4/s320/DSC00532small.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338718241214882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niwae, I had fun yesterday cos it was MY day... Muahahaha!!! Received lots of practical gifts. Kids nowadays are different from the past. They noe wat practicality is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had fun dressing up!! Twice some more!!! I got to dress up as the devil in the day... And i won first prize!! Hahahahah!!! I had to do a catwalk on stage for that $15 pop voucher. But i think the first prize shud haf gone to the tailong outfit. So creative! I juz love the tailong outfit lah... plus his fake mole....hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlr87Eqb_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tOTByeCC938/s1600-h/DSC00484small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlr87Eqb_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tOTByeCC938/s320/DSC00484small.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338335815856114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlrxdPSaxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Iwz8OLhhSeg/s1600-h/DSC00485small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlrxdPSaxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Iwz8OLhhSeg/s320/DSC00485small.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338138828794642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to be a fairy at night. I love having wings!! I also get to sprinkle flowers on stage that  night. Hahha!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlrl3rCP_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Y5abSFcxEWo/s1600-h/DSC00512small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlrl3rCP_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Y5abSFcxEWo/s320/DSC00512small.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240337939766067186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juz now, i met cikgu osman. He asked me if I would like to dance again. Oh my gosh!!! I miss dancing sooooo  much!! It was an opportunity that i haf been waiting for. den again, do i haf time? sighz... i wanna dance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-5522466061078139196?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5522466061078139196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=5522466061078139196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5522466061078139196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5522466061078139196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeay-i-have-finally-delivered-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SLlsZGP9pFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/yisiBz1HIEg/s72-c/DSC00530small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-6057227413063097709</id><published>2008-08-22T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:33:58.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY LING HAS A BLOG....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it will be geekish stuff... if u r not a geek, den dun go. khekhekhe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;GO hERE~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://mafacifa.gofreeserve.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6579261868747607116-6057227413063097709?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6057227413063097709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=6057227413063097709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6057227413063097709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6057227413063097709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-ling-has-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1434860553439654304</id><published>2008-08-11T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:34:16.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out wif the BIMZ yest since today is a holiday for me. We went to Mad Jack and then Island Creamery which serves superb ice cream.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I got to know that two of the BIMZ are actually tinkin of joining my profession. I felt quite disappointed actually cos i haf been deterring others from joining me. So, of all people, i dun expect them to be in my line too... Wat's worse is that those two frens are the smartest Bimbos I have ever known!! Much smarter than me. So, y shud they waste their brain cells to scold the kids and do the endless markings when they could try to invent cheaper fuel or find cures for Aids or sth??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I have spent 8 hours of endless markings and i was on the brink of sanity. It is during these times that i felt like killin myself. I even smsed ling that if i do kill myself, i'll make sure i'll come back to revenge the kids. Yah.. that's how crazy i have bcum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m not surprised if i appear in the newspaper in a few yrs time with the headline "Tcher gone mad and sent to the mental hospital." or worse, "Tcher gone mad and went on a killing rampage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my job now. Wasting an average of 4 hours of my life, everyday, marking work of those kids who dun even care abt their work. I wish my kids are more responsible for their work but it seemed that they dun even care if their work is in a mess or their sentences are not even in a human language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling is having a hard time controlling my sanity. My breakdowns would include hitting my head repeatedly, repeating words and phrases, crying uncontrollably. I have the tendency to throw and smash things around too but i try not to hurl the breakables as i dun wanna clean up the mess after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is the path i chose and i m suffering. So, babes, do u still wanna join me?? Den, i'll  have company at the mental hospital den.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1434860553439654304?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1434860553439654304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1434860553439654304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1434860553439654304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1434860553439654304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/08/went-out-wif-bimz-yest-since-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-6666280998460829789</id><published>2008-08-07T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:08:51.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Duck Voice!! Radio Rosak!! Transvestite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been sick for two weeks and still have not recovered. Now my voice is like a duck/transvestite but worse than that. My voice kept breaking up like a spoilt radio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND i still continue to go to work. So, my kids had to listen to this voice ah... It's bcos of them also my voice become like this. I m not doing this to show others that i work hard even though i m sick... I m not trying to get pity from others also although i get lotsa it. pple juz cant stand my voice now. hahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still go to work cos exams coming soon and i haf to clear all the WS which is A LOT!!! There were already quite a few occasions when I felt like vomiting or fainting during lessons bcos i was feeling unwell and my kids are not exactly angels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yest, I almost teared during lesson bcos I was juz sooooo tired. Since I started this job, I only eat one meal a day excluding the tiny bfast i take at 6am. The next meal I'd eat would be at 5pm. So far, the latest i ate was 9pm. So, the period of time I din eat was longer than fasting. It's not cos I purposely wan to torture myself and look pitiful but me being me, i cant stand doing things halfway. so, i'd most probably do work non-stop. Furthermore, i always haf matters to attend to during my breaks and that include disciplining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m losing weight. I think. My pants are getting loose. Heheh... yeay....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, was  a bit better. My kids were well-behaved even without me shouting. They successfully managed to stifle their laughs bcos of my voice. even i, myself, felt like laughing whenever my voice breaks during lesson but i haf already warned them not to mock or tease my voice. so, even the notorious ones were quiet. yeay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baya asked to go for karaoke so i decided to call her to let her hear my voice and she din even recognise my voice!!!!! she was like, "no, i dunno who u r." HAHAHAHA!!!! i still havent called ama yet. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far, ling has been very supportive. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;I LOVE LING SOOOOOO MUCH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he has been helping me even though he got sick too, thanks to me. no wonder pple from my occupation looooove their husbands so much cos  the husbands have lotsa opportunities to show that they care. hehe..He has been coming over to my house almost everyday to help lighten my burden. Right now, i can count on him. But starting from next week, he'll be werking. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-6666280998460829789?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6666280998460829789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=6666280998460829789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6666280998460829789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6666280998460829789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/08/duck-voice-radio-rosak-transvestite-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-5549199277193491784</id><published>2008-07-27T13:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:52.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pursuing Master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwFE4GiP-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/69nx3K-gWfI/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwFE4GiP-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/69nx3K-gWfI/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227558848807714786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The convocation yesterday really motivated me further to continue to pursue my studies. There were tonnes of tchers pursuing them such that if i dun do it, i wun be in the trend. HAHA! So, me and this girl most probably will try to register ourselves next year in January for the Master course. Not sure if i would go all e way to PhD but I m taking one baby step at a time. I would prefer a part time Master so dat i can still earn money and get married. khekhe...  but if i were to take part time Master, ling would have a headache. He said that i wun be ME anymore which is true i guess. I haf lotsa things in my head right now. Like, wat if I wanna take PhD, den wun the course that I take for Master matters? Also, do i really wan PhD? Y do I wan PhD? I tot I wanna be a tai-tai? Am i that smart to be labelled a Doctor? I dun think so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess to make sure that i dun stress myself out I would take one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah, my face appeared again in the newspaper yest and it was a surprise actually. I din noe that my face would appear again. As usual, they would pick the suckiest picture, My teeth looked as though I had braces and my eye was smaller than the other. URGH!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwE42jaJgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3jLtDimlAi4/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwE42jaJgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3jLtDimlAi4/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227558642233517570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Melayu Boleh gang. Hehe... It is actually our Hari Raya gang... Actually got more pple but couldnt catch hold of dem. Even Rozi also not in the pic. I wanna jalan raya wif dem again!!! Hilarious bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwDz18svBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g1o8csYiEzY/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwDz18svBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g1o8csYiEzY/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227557456660184082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwDla0n2NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fUK2EcuFsn0/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwDla0n2NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fUK2EcuFsn0/s320/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227557208860383442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always dreamed of the day where I can throw my mortar board high up in the air but I would never have imagined that one of them would land on my head and gave me a bump. URGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwDVqJgFDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YWD46p-HkEY/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwDVqJgFDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YWD46p-HkEY/s320/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227556938096579634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My one and only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwCM8agdgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/00QNjJUkwQE/s320/DSC00368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwC7vEM5sI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6JEoPx2ZRKI/s320/DSC00372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gold medal. A couple of my frens had prize money for their awards but i din. I only had a gold medal. So i jokingly said that if i were to pawn the medal, i might get some money. To my pleasant surprise, I could!! Klah, it's only 9K gold but it is worth sth right if i pawn it?? HAHAH!!! k, i m not dat desperate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love u ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-5549199277193491784?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5549199277193491784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=5549199277193491784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5549199277193491784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5549199277193491784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/07/pursuing-master-convocation-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SIwFE4GiP-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/69nx3K-gWfI/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8506830839057853746</id><published>2008-07-24T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:45:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I M SICK and i cant take MC.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, i m not workaholic. i think. anyway, it's cos whenever i m not around, my kids became horrible. i've not been around much for two days as i had outside things to attend to. whenever i come back, i felt like a celebrity cos my colleagues would come to me to inform me abt my kids and it is always bad news. even the top pple scolded the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tink pple now dread having to take over my kids. it has reached the point that my colleague told me to take care of myself cos my kids cant do without me. i tink, it is more like they dun wan to haf to handle my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tmr, will haf to drag myself to work. if i take mc tmr, my colleagues would definitely kill me. haha! but, i muz say that i like my colleagues. they r ever so supportive. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8506830839057853746?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8506830839057853746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8506830839057853746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8506830839057853746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8506830839057853746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-m-sick-and-i-cant-take-mc.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8595963118662816791</id><published>2008-07-23T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:31:58.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a happie day for me cos it has been confirmed that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LING HAS GOTTEN A JOB!!! KA-CHING!!!! &lt;/span&gt;his money is my money too u see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so proud of him. he has passed his 'mashmallow' test. i guess the downfall that he had a month back was a blessing in disguise as the current offer is much better than that one. he has finally gotten a job which he really wanted and he even told me that he liked the way the pple werk in this company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best of all, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS PAY IS HIGHER THAN MINE!!!&lt;/span&gt; so, there will be no more quarrels over money cos the past  month has been a trying one as he din haf a job and i m the one wif the four figures entering into my bank every mth. there were the egos and the self-esteem thingy going on... now, he is doin even better than me. he is now under the professional scheme... kaching kaching.... yeay.... yes, lalala is all about the money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, not sure if it is unfortunate or fortunate, he will be werking in stat board. so, ehem ehem... both of us cant start a business which i badly want to do so that we can be rich at a quicker rate. anyway, let's take one step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are  now taking peeks at houses. hehe... there are already discussions about DBSS and BTO. i realised that my 3 yr plan is actually sooner than i expected especially when it deals with housing. i m NEVER going to stay wif my parents or HIS parents. NEVER!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8595963118662816791?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8595963118662816791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8595963118662816791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8595963118662816791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8595963118662816791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-day-today-is-happie-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1447753473372710465</id><published>2008-07-12T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:53.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Life as a Tai Tai.... A Day of Pampering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHjDBykamSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3cbOZ3o7oxg/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHjDBykamSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3cbOZ3o7oxg/s320/logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222138203457886498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today ling and I went to the massage parlor to haf a one half hour of pampering. I decided to gif my ling a treat after all that he has done for me and my room. Before going for the massage,  he even installed my ceiling lamp, which was troublesome cos it was from a disc kind of ceiling light to the hanging one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHjDMnODUwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WKuzHBBVKyA/s320/Thomson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHjC5THdjpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3JiQJiDwy5g/s1600-h/fiona%2520massage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHjC5THdjpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3JiQJiDwy5g/s320/fiona%2520massage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222138057575992978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway I decided to go to this place as I thought the price was reasonable. I paid $80 for one hour of full body massage and half an hour of body scrub. Actually, it is only $75 for 1 1/2hrs full body massage as the thomson branch was havin a discount. reasonable right? no pics were taken for obvious reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, ling and I, we had our massages at separate cubicles, which are side-by-side, only separated by a curtain. So, I could hear his conversation with the masseuse from my cubicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hilarious I tell you. LIng gets 'geli' so ezly. He kept feeling ticklish. I could hear the massesuse keep telling him to relax or ask if it was ticklish for him. Ling actually wanted to have one hour of full body massage and 1/2 hour of 'back breaker'. but seeing that ling cannot take the pain, the masseuse advised him against taking the 'back breaker'. Haha!! So i told him to get a scrublah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ling had the Papaya Scrub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. heee..... I had the Goat's Milk one which smelled soooo lovely... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the session, ling smelled of papaya and his skin felt so smooth... like a girl's... khekhekhe.... I told him he should go for facials next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we took our showers and were served ginger tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rating for the massage I had is 7/10. I had better massages before and it's not cos the masseuse was not good. I was even massaged by this auntie from indonesia today. It is juz that the strokes and technique werent as good as the ones I had before. It was painful and I dun feel relaxed at all. I took the 'Smooth and Soothe' massage, not even the very traditional javanese one. If i had taken that, confirm cannot move my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want more details, you can go to its website: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://www.javanesemassage.com.sg/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I would like to try massages at other places, especially the ones that have a real spa and jacuzzi. Whoa... that one would be best man.... so tai-tai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after that massage, ling and I headed down to ang mo kio to have our sushis at Ramen Ten. yum yum... wanted to eat my Icekimo ice cream but decided not to cos i'd be too full to eat sushis. sushis more impt. khekhe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, when we got back to my place, my auntie who lives in tamp was also here and she offered ling a lift home. so, it was truly a pampering day for him... minus the fact that he perspired and lost a lot of energy, trying to change my lamp for me. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, ling said that he wants to get foot massages. den i pity the apek who is going to massage his feet cos ling gets ticklish very ezly and that apek's face may be injured. hahah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wan to go for more massage....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6579261868747607116-1447753473372710465?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1447753473372710465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1447753473372710465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1447753473372710465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1447753473372710465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-as-tai-tai.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHjDBykamSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3cbOZ3o7oxg/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8686306489673881629</id><published>2008-07-08T22:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:55.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN9tv5uB4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0XfP1MqFnXA/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN9tv5uB4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0XfP1MqFnXA/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN9tv5uB4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0XfP1MqFnXA/s320/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654617958680450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN9YUG43TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UbgOq3nXYnk/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN9YUG43TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UbgOq3nXYnk/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220654249720470834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN9CioBtyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zFubp8N1kI4/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN9CioBtyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zFubp8N1kI4/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220653875660437282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was wondering whether I should laminate the page itself. Hehehe... I had lotsa fun today. Like celebrity liddat. Needed by pple here and der. Den take take pictures. I love takin pics. After the cameraman shot pictures of me to be featured in the newspaper, I still can ask if I can see the pictures in the camera to check if it is ok. HAHAH!!! But i tink some of the pics are not so flattering... hopefully he noes which one to choose from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, it's time for me to thank the pple arnd me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8yvt9H-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/B-DEtKDXG3Q/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8yvt9H-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/B-DEtKDXG3Q/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220653604297056226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First and foremost, I'd like to thank ling who always told me that he's not appreciated, which is soooo wrong. He has been behind me all these while.. supporting me.. encouraging me... if "being wif ling" is a CCA, i'd confirm excel in it and bcum valedictorian. khekhe... I love him to bits and i feel dat without him, i can do better. oops!! without him, i wun haf come this far. i always feel thankful that god has paired us up together. love u lah ling!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8mua6O6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_LzNrbsUVTQ/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8mua6O6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_LzNrbsUVTQ/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220653397790309282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two are my kawan2 setia. These two girls haf helped me a lot in the sense that they love to slack and rilek one corner. so, they made me to bcum a less uptight person, who often do last minute work and influence me not to add more sambal to my assignments, if u get wat i mean. they are very very nice too!!! but they dun read my blog cos both of dem hate IT. sighz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, u noe wat, actually, there were a few pple who stepped on others and love to put extra sambal to their assignments and they still din get first class. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moral of story, u dun need to succeed at the expense of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8bQhmZvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2dFwwzjCkkg/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8bQhmZvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2dFwwzjCkkg/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220653200786745074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents. My dad with his cap cos he is going to his workplace after my ceremony. I dunno y my mum decided to dress down today. she's usually very glamorous. Anyway, I would like to thank my dad for paying the electricity and water bills. Also my house phone bill which is a lot cos i talk to ling every night until i fall asleep. My mum always gif me support by making sure i eat breakfast every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry rozi, i cant thank u. i only thank pple which i haf photos of. khekhekhe..... upload photo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8Ngz96UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MSWYEI9vlNM/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8Ngz96UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MSWYEI9vlNM/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220652964640581954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the van home... So happie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8B1OCmtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UV5sdkxn6kQ/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN8B1OCmtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UV5sdkxn6kQ/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220652763960220370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flowers from ling...I think they are soooo beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN7xzFb-TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-sAvNHwNtlM/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN7xzFb-TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-sAvNHwNtlM/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220652488509356338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cat thinks so too.... She love the flowers so much she ate them. Now my cat keeps coming to rm to chew on them. Not surprised if i wake up tmr to see some of my flowers botak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8686306489673881629?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8686306489673881629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8686306489673881629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8686306489673881629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8686306489673881629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/07/day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHN9tv5uB4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0XfP1MqFnXA/s72-c/DSC00145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-4171462157639924866</id><published>2008-07-07T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:21:26.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was told that I'd be interviewed by the malay news tmr.&lt;div&gt;of cos i got excited!! I and baya were cracking jokes abt it. haha! i told her that i hate to see those malays who are interviewed to not to be able to speak malay properly. like, it's as though they'd want to show that they are not "malay-malay". like, they belong to the higher class of malays who do not like to be associated wif the typical malays and the activities and even the language itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den juz now, ling tried to interview me in malay and i had to answer in malay. TORTURE i tell u. i couldnt seem to find the correct words and it's not like i cant speak malay. my malay oral distinction u noe. mebe when i m under pressure to speak malay, i cant speak malay den. sighz... so, tmr i die lah. i cant speak malay. neh mind, i will try lah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ling said that if i cant speak malay properly, they might even remove my clip from the news or mebe they turn off the sound so u only get to see me smiling. den liddat, confirm i wun be tokin in the news liaoz... den liddat ah, sorry rozi. i wun be able to mention ur name unless half hour before the interview u  tok to me in full malay. khekhe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-4171462157639924866?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4171462157639924866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=4171462157639924866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/4171462157639924866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/4171462157639924866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-told-that-id-be-interviewed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8416372028543618059</id><published>2008-07-06T23:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:56.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 'She-Man'!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDm8vC6IbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Nq1GuFX5Prw/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDm8vC6IbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Nq1GuFX5Prw/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925899217609138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is ling. He was cooking in the kitchen. Eh no. He is juz helping. not cooking. hehehe...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDmjb6utpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EgjEfuTsbBE/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDmjb6utpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EgjEfuTsbBE/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925464586303122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is mashed potato mashed by ling. I haf finally perfected the art of making smooth and creamy mashed potato. Wanna noe the secret?? jus leave me a msg!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDmFerMrzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/23bklhAUmQk/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDmFerMrzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/23bklhAUmQk/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219924949930389298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDlkTJkkWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ozcHaVxfZDw/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDlkTJkkWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ozcHaVxfZDw/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219924379900875106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final product. The chicken is not burnt but we purposely made it crispy. Maybe a bit too crispy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDk8JuxxgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-8TuNFU4IJ0/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDk8JuxxgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-8TuNFU4IJ0/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219923690177807874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is ling also. He was helping me put up the mirrors which I thought of juz this morning and we immediately headed down to Ikea wif my mom. We had a rough start with drilling the holes cos someone din wan to listen to my plan. I hate it when men dun listen to me. Esp my bfs and my ex. Its like I haf more sense than normal women. But no.... they want it their way.. fine... y cant they be thankful??? khekhekhe.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDkiM3rdjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3CNuanvSROA/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDkiM3rdjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3CNuanvSROA/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219923244343850546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDkGacdiwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jF_kvDUkPBI/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDkGacdiwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jF_kvDUkPBI/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922766951451394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final product. I LOOOVE IT!! It made my rm so much bigger! Wanted to get a nice designed ceiling lamp but ling's choice was different from my mom's. And my choice was different from theirs. So in the end, we bought no lamps from Ikea.  Actually we installed the wall shelf also but we din haf enough time to install the second shelf. It was already 10pm. I remembered that after ten we cant make so much noise. Sighz... Neh mind. Still got tmr. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love ling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8416372028543618059?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8416372028543618059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8416372028543618059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8416372028543618059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8416372028543618059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-she-man-this-is-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SHDm8vC6IbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Nq1GuFX5Prw/s72-c/DSC00093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8465367674277604696</id><published>2008-07-01T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:23:02.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I look at my cat, I'd cry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His will to live is so strong that it would be hard to haf to put him down. His tumour has grown so big that he has difficulty moving about. Vets painted a very negative picture whenever we sent him for operation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I m willing to spend thousands of dollars on him but i tink right now, no amt of money can save him. If only he could talk, i'd like to noe if he still wans to live or if he wans to end the suffering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate this feeling. I noe my mum tried to be strong in front of me but i noe she doesnt noe wat to do either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To others, it may juz b a cat, wif no thoughts, no mind of their own and no feelings. To those who haf cats, I m sure they agree that cats haf feelings and they haf thoughts. I even noe that cats do haf dreams when they r slpin. juz like us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like i m losing a half-brother. He has been around for about 10 yrs now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'd be difficult for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8465367674277604696?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8465367674277604696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8465367674277604696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8465367674277604696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8465367674277604696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/07/everytime-i-look-at-my-cat-id-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1417984430193196148</id><published>2008-06-28T00:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:41:59.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGb5oC0OCCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wypNYhcJt4s/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217131684701276194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGb5oC0OCCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wypNYhcJt4s/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;100oth day wif ling.... 1000 days already!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUTy5NA6fI/AAAAAAAAADM/P4yB8BR2ark/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216597508448381426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUTy5NA6fI/AAAAAAAAADM/P4yB8BR2ark/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost couldnt celebrate that special day cos there was a last minute workshop I had to attend. Worse still, the workshop i attended was like one of the module I had taken last yr. GRRRRRR.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ling consoled me and he went down to yishun. From there, we went to Mad Jack Cafe!!!!!!!!!!!! Surprisingly it was located super near my JC at Bukit Timah. The price is cheap and the fd is not bad. The fd is not to scream for but it is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUTjnAYyPI/AAAAAAAAADE/e5UD4_I3bYU/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216597245865543922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUTjnAYyPI/AAAAAAAAADE/e5UD4_I3bYU/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ordered chicken with orange sauce. The chicken tasted a bit bland... but the sauce was ok. The mushroom rice tasted like butter rice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUTTEx23zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/klCb1VSlXHM/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216596961799888690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUTTEx23zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/klCb1VSlXHM/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ling ordered the steak. It is super value for money cos the portion is huge and the meat is tender.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUTBgMCn6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OncXQpvs1kg/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216596659919822754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUTBgMCn6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OncXQpvs1kg/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one thing that blew me away was the Spicy and Cheese Fries!!! The fries are thick and crispy topped wif cheese and mayonaise. GOODNESS!!!! the best cheese fries i have ever had. The portion is generous too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUSzMW7u4I/AAAAAAAAACs/VBmU4ZXDY0o/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216596414078630786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUSzMW7u4I/AAAAAAAAACs/VBmU4ZXDY0o/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we decided to relax relax at Esplanade and go to Marina Square to have our fondue when ling remembered the open air show for P. Ramlee movies at the national museum. So, we decided to go to have a look there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUSNTMK2QI/AAAAAAAAACc/xpYlT9mL1F8/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216595763077503234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUSNTMK2QI/AAAAAAAAACc/xpYlT9mL1F8/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUR8B1pOAI/AAAAAAAAACU/R4S1-Yj4BA0/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216595466361845762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGUR8B1pOAI/AAAAAAAAACU/R4S1-Yj4BA0/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGURjG9ThzI/AAAAAAAAACM/wDYapsiZCDY/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; The show was Madu Tiga and it was super hilarious lah!!! So, we sat down on the ground. I sat down on the papers given out during the workshop. I had no choice. Either I use the workshop handouts or my kids' homework for me to sit down on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was an interesting experience. Since most of the viewers were Malays, most of the pple juz sit down and chill. None of them stood up. I really liked the atmosphere. They shud haf more of this more often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I had a nice night wif ling but we din get to eat fondue cos the show ended at 9.30pm liddat. Too late to haf chocolate. we were full also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;1001th Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGb3nG5KWSI/AAAAAAAAADU/y4BK5wTX0iI/s320/DSC00083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, we get to eat our fondue at Andersen's. YUMMY!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217130317169781170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGb4YcXTabI/AAAAAAAAADc/4Hv6lMtotGE/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217131412205286530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGb5YLsHNII/AAAAAAAAAD0/ghhpsJwwYDU/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217131010192491602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGb5AyEyxFI/AAAAAAAAADs/ziM_ue07IQU/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was 'shiok-ing'..... I was wearing baju kurung cos we juz came back from my cousin's wedding. My dad invited ling so ling had to go also.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217130687654734562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGb4uAhzKuI/AAAAAAAAADk/dT9pYE-eRBs/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The price has increased ah... AFter getting 10% discount aka free service, it was like $21 plus plus... but i tink it is worth it ah. got 5 scoops of ice cream, lots of fruits. I love dipping the cookies into the chocolate....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love ling. I love each day of the 1000 days we haf been together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1417984430193196148?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1417984430193196148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1417984430193196148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1417984430193196148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1417984430193196148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/100oth-day-wif-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SGb5oC0OCCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wypNYhcJt4s/s72-c/DSC00091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-441827667285793779</id><published>2008-06-24T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:23:11.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pple are askin me, how's my class and so on.. very nice of dem i guess... but i tink they're like waiting for me to complain and whine but honestly, i dun haf anything much to complain actually. worse still, sometimes i feel the urge to make a mountain out of a molehill jus to satisfy my listeners. if i say everything's fine, they'd tink i m yaya papaya. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now, i m building a very thin wall juz enough for me to be in my own little world, far from politics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now, i tink everyone's nice. although i was kinda bitchy to one. klah, it was a guy. i love bullying guys. i dunno y it is like a part of me to bully guys. i muz haf been bullied by a boy or sth when i was young such that i end up bullying dem. haha! it's highly possible cos i m very defensive when guys are around, like i haf to protect myself. kinda partly explain y i was only attached at 17 and not younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, tmr meetin ling. yeay......... 3 more days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-441827667285793779?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/441827667285793779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=441827667285793779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/441827667285793779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/441827667285793779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/pple-are-askin-me-hows-my-class-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-181319146548658496</id><published>2008-06-23T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:58:06.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out wif ling again. Heee.... We watched "GET SMART". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilarious I tell u. I think it is as funny as Austin Powers. REeeeeeaalllyy.... Now we r waiting for "THE GURU". Dat one confirm pecah perot one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-181319146548658496?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/181319146548658496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=181319146548658496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/181319146548658496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/181319146548658496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-out-wif-ling-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8972008110735710301</id><published>2008-06-21T23:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:42:02.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;FAIZ WEDDING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The much awaited day has finally arrived. This fren of ours is the first one to get married in our group. So, of cos excited lah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0o6C3-N6I/AAAAAAAAACE/mzTVKQ6Hya8/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0o6C3-N6I/AAAAAAAAACE/mzTVKQ6Hya8/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214368921234061218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baya and ama came to my house b4 going off for the wedding to play daidee. heee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0ovTDKmZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LBek0WWfRJg/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0ovTDKmZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LBek0WWfRJg/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214368736597416338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Play daidee until everything ITCHES. scratch lah... scratch...&lt;div&gt;By the way, the daisies at the back are real daisies. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0ocyDYMvI/AAAAAAAAABs/vBF7HEysbBc/s320/DSC00027.JPG" /&gt;This is our NJ gang. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0ojlIkLxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wohWXToBCLk/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0ojlIkLxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wohWXToBCLk/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214368535293472530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the part which i almost fell off the stage. HAHAHA!!! Things often happen to me on the stage. Either i fall off or i kick the lights or i spoil the pelamin seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0lUgHykNI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Qudy_oCHo0/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0lUgHykNI/AAAAAAAAABk/1Qudy_oCHo0/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364977715122386" /&gt;My tembam face. By the way, ling was the one who put on the false eyelashes for me. I taught him one.... heee....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0kymoNFPI/AAAAAAAAABc/0vePk_-VSN4/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0kymoNFPI/AAAAAAAAABc/0vePk_-VSN4/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364395346138354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the plant that we can staple our wishes to. Quite a unique idea actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0iakqdc3I/AAAAAAAAABU/4bzw1NYeT0g/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0iakqdc3I/AAAAAAAAABU/4bzw1NYeT0g/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214361783478612850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We think that the leaves were too small for our messages. Actually we haf already written down our messages on a card but&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; i LEFT the WEDDING CARD in the TAXI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sighzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0h4wpiVuI/AAAAAAAAABM/D-cEwfo61w8/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0h4wpiVuI/AAAAAAAAABM/D-cEwfo61w8/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214361202580412130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NJ BIMZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dinner seemed like the real wedding celebrations but wif less pple cos it's a dinner. I m happie that they use real flowers!! yeay... but it was kinda hot so i had to leave earlier. hehe... i was perspiring in my kain songket lah.. not nice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah, Far's bf kindly chauffered us tonight. From woodlands,  he drove baya back to shunfu. den, ama to changi airport, ling to pasir ris for his bbq and den back to yishun. NICE RIGHT?? he said he had the mood to drive tonight. I think he has lots of money too cos i we used up a lot of petrol. khekhe...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The BIMZ have chop and stamped him aka ACCEPTED him. somehow, i tink it is very impt to get our BFs to get into our frens' good books and i tink far's bf passed the test despite my perception of pple of his profession. no offence, i love to generalise but i tot those guys are the quiet types who loves to preach. Haha! cos my encounters wif a few of them seemed that way. Hehe.... sorrie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oklah, going to sleep already. Tmr meet ling. AGAIN. This week, I meet him everyday since Wednesday. Crazy right? But u noe wat? I still get excited to meet him. Love u ling... going to be 1000 soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qn of e day that crossed my mind: further my studies? or get married?? sighz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8972008110735710301?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8972008110735710301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8972008110735710301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8972008110735710301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8972008110735710301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/faiz-wedding-much-awaited-day-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SF0o6C3-N6I/AAAAAAAAACE/mzTVKQ6Hya8/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1572902425152582657</id><published>2008-06-18T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:01:34.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;CHEAP DIGITAL PERM/JAPANESE PERM/not sure wat other perm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to JB today *grinz* to get my hair done. My hair has become so dry and non-curly and looked super duper ugly and brown, copper colourish (yah, my hair is very brown not bcos of dye or i'm born wif it but bcos it is damaged)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to FOX Hair at City Square JB for my digital perm cos it is super duper cheap. In total, I spent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RM265 only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Sounds expensive? let me tell u wat that cost included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1. Digital perm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2. Wash and Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Protein Hair Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4. Styling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;5. Hair Serum to repair damaged hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(RM35 and optional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bez of all, t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he price &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;applies to ANY hair length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So of cos I got the bez bargain cos another shop said it would be RM340 for a perm cos my hair is super long. Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;whole process was about 4 1/2hrs long&lt;/span&gt;!!! I m not kidding!!!! cos they had to cut my hair, do hair treatment and stuff.  in the meantime, ling went to watch THE HAPPENING, which, according to him, NOTHING HAPPENED. So, it wasnt happening lah...Haha!! luckily he only paid RM6 for it. yes!! today is movie day. so, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;almost all movies were at RM6 regardless ofthe show's timing&lt;/span&gt;. We went to watch KUNGFU PANDA after my hair was done and it was super duper funny lah!!! Worth my RM6. Hahah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my 4 1/2hrs wasnt for nothing. I m very pleased with the outcome of my hair. I have quite a number of ways to style it but i tink the auntie there kinda damage my hair again cos she hair dried my hair for like 25mins??? I dunno, cos my hair doesnt feel that soft but i have made a resolution to go for hair treatment once every 2 or 3 months. It would cost me RM138 for one hair treatment but it is cheaper if i get a package of cos. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity ling cos he'd haf a high-maintenance wife who juz spent S$100 on cosmetics alone which does not include beauty products. khekhe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow i haf to start work already. SIGHZZZZ.... y cant money juz fall from the sky for me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1572902425152582657?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1572902425152582657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1572902425152582657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1572902425152582657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1572902425152582657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheap-digital-permjapanese-permnot-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8774562255299360795</id><published>2008-06-14T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:42:03.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went on shopping spree since i got my pay yesterday and already spent $200 on clothes, shoes and bag. khekhe.... but out of all the things that i haf bought, i juz HAVE to show u my super bez buy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SFKZ9kDDgEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/t19mnor9v_Y/s320/DSC00011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's from&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Carlo Rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! I know pple like far would be like wondering, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Eh, I tot this girl said she will not buy branded stuff??"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, firstly, I dun find Carlo Rino that branded. Even Ling said that if he were a girl, he'd buy things from Prada, Chanel. Luckily he's not a girl.  Anyway, secondly, I din even noe it was Carlo Rino when I wanted to buy itlah... cos the price is like onli &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$50 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he bag doesnt scream Carlo Rino like most branded bags. But I have never bought a handbag for more than $40 u see. Yah, I m cheapo. But I totally love the design!!! Very old-school vintage-ish. Now, I m trying to find matching shoes for it. Hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.. i took this pic wif the help of my new cammie. I cant possibly miss the chance of not buying anything during PC show right.. especially when my bf is a geek.... so i bought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SFKbpjfN3cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GcopDg1qEeo/s320/cybershot-dsct2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAY!!! It was only $429!!!! pluz the usual free gifts. I bought this cammie for the OBVIOUS reason. For u guys who dunno me, I lurrrrrrve pink. especially hot pink!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for those techno geeks out there, u muz be thinking dat it is not worth my money buying this thing cos it is not a good cammie to take pictures wif during night time, its touch screen is very leceh and blah blah right? Ling was rooting for me to buy the Cannon one which was sold at the same price with better functions and quality but the Cannon pink one is like light pink. My opinion is dat, if u wan to haf pink, make sure u go all the way and haf HOT PINK. pale pink juz look sickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, wif a geeky bf, i m sure he really cant tahan his gf buying sth that is not as good as another techno product. khekhe... guys are about functionality. As for me, i m shallow. if it looks good, i juz buy. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best of all, i can claim $400 from my employer. Therefore,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I actually onli pay $29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the camera. HAH!!! I wonder wat I m gonna do with the $400 i will get next year to buy IT stuffs. hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8774562255299360795?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8774562255299360795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8774562255299360795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8774562255299360795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8774562255299360795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-i-went-on-shopping-spree-since-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SFKZ9kDDgEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/t19mnor9v_Y/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8706704466538952357</id><published>2008-06-12T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:42:03.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I got my big fat pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twice the amount that i expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best of all, i heard that next month, i'll be getting more than this  month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping Bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SFE9StBiwaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/glw63QWear0/s1600-h/cat-smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SFE9StBiwaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/glw63QWear0/s320/cat-smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013635377381794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8706704466538952357?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8706704466538952357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8706704466538952357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8706704466538952357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8706704466538952357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-got-my-big-fat-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SFE9StBiwaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/glw63QWear0/s72-c/cat-smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1161367341260672708</id><published>2008-06-11T20:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:42:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to karaoke wif Ama and Baya!!! Yeay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happie for dem cos Baya received Second Lower and Ama received Second Upper. They took Chemical Engineering mind you. Ilda also received Second Upper for Biological Sciences! I feel so happie that the bimbos are doing well. Alhamdullilah.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four of us are called the 'bimbos' in our jc class cos we can be a bit blur and too girly sometimes. Haha!! However, I m labelled as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bitchy&lt;/span&gt; one at that time, now also... Ilda was the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sporty&lt;/span&gt; one. Ama was the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mother of Bimbos&lt;/span&gt; and Baya was somewhere between Bitchy and Bimbo, mebe she's a &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bimchy&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe... Klah, i m still a bimbo especially when it comes to directions. A few of my frens in nie also called me a Bim at times. However, we seriously dun try to act blur, we juz cant help ourselves. We also dun try to act all gurly, we juz cant help ourselves. HAHAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THE BIMZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210621557961340098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SE_Ysy1HNMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5A7P31xm_Gk/s320/105134290YhycTI_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210622567278654674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SE_Zni1HNNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/yrSFgwEziuY/s320/pic1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210623086969697506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SE_aFy1HNOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kv3PJXYxX6s/s320/pic2.gif" border="0" /&gt;The pixellated one is Ilda. Difficult to find jc pics of us wif her wearin tudung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, karaoke was fun except for someone who had to leave early cos someone's partner came at 4pm when he noes that we will end at 5pm, the earliest. i tink he was hoping that by turning up earlier, his gf would leave earlier for him but he was wrong cos me and the other girl haf this policy that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"u dun ditch ur gfs for ur bfs".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's a NONO. so, dat guy had to wait for my fren until 5pm lor... We were not pleased to see that our close fren had to leave earlier than us. I noe y she wanted to meet her bf, cos they were separated for 2 weeks. i understand all this lovey-dovey business but i already told her that i m only free like today and friday cos after dat i m busy wif work already and she can meet her bf anytime wat.... also, it's not like i ask her to stay until 7pm.... sighz... mebe the two other bimz are sick of each other cos they were together for 2 weeks in korea. HAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i m glad that ling understands me. he has two interviews today. The first one, was at 11.30am to 1230pm and the other, at 2pm at somerset and alexandra respectively. unfortunately, the one at alexandra was postponed to 6pm. i told ling to go home but he did not want to cos of the cost of transport and waste of energy. I apologised to him that I cant accompany him cos I am meeting the Bimz. Den he asked if he could join us, unfortunately I said 'no' cos Baya wun like it. We haf this common understanding that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there are times when 'spouses' are not welcome, most of the time that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Luckily, ling was very understanding and so he walked around, sitting at Takashimaya fountain, looking at people passing by (more like cuci mata, i think) until his fren meet up wif him at 3pm. So ling spent 3 hours by himself outside but some guys ah, u make them wait for 30mins and they cant tahan already. HAIYOH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway, honestly, i was quite disappointed wif someone's bf lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Yah, I m the bitchy one. I m very frank but i dun tell things straight to the person, hoping that they'll get the news somehow. But she's still one of my favouritest person, juz dat, hopefully, she understands my feelings. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gfs are not disposable beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, let me share wif u a list of some of the songs we sang today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Gimme More (Britney)&lt;br /&gt;2. Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;3. Gemilang (that'd be me singing, khekhe...)&lt;br /&gt;4. Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;5. Wish upon the star&lt;br /&gt;6. My Favourite Things (from Sound of Music)&lt;br /&gt;7. Tried to sing La Tortura but we found out that we juz cant read out those spanish words (is it spanish or italian??? i haf no idea...)&lt;br /&gt;8. One dangdut song by Ramlah Ram, something like Aduh Duh Duh... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;9. A few of Search songs like Isabella, Gadisku and Fantasia Bulan Madu (these songs we can sing until we pee... TERAN beb.. TERAN... haha!!)&lt;br /&gt;10. A few Misha Omar, Rossa and Audy songs (all those high notes songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And many many more!! Hilarious lah... CAnt wait for next outing. WITHOUT the interference of BFs of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1161367341260672708?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1161367341260672708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1161367341260672708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1161367341260672708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1161367341260672708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-went-to-karaoke-wif-ama-and-baya.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_xMPy8ae1I/SE_Ysy1HNMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5A7P31xm_Gk/s72-c/105134290YhycTI_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-5629261562392529459</id><published>2008-06-11T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:30:23.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went to watch CONGKAK with ling. I m super duper happie cos i get to watch a horror show. i love horror shows even though i always close my eyes during the "best" parts. khekhe... i m super duper happie cos i m deprived of ghost stories cos ling dun like them. he's a bit scared of ghost shows u see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i feel that it is better than JANGAN PANDANG BELAKANG cos i laughed less. i agree with rozi dat they try to scare the audience with its sound effects but i haf to say that about 60% of the sound effects used were either inappropriate, doesn't make sense in e story or not at the right time.  For example, opening the door in japanese ghost stories is usually the 'creaking sound' but in this show, the sound was more like 'GEDENG!!!!'  or the fact that the granny makes a crying sound for no rhyme or reason. u get wat i mean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i regret going wif ling cos he always had to spoil the mood for me when watching horror shows. he likes cracking lame jokes especially during ghost shows cos he said that it is his way of overcoming wif his fear. while watching the show, i guess in his head he kept thinking how to make spoofs out of the movie juz like in the 'SCARY MOVIE' movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den,  thruout the show i had to keep saying 'not funny' to make him stop laughing. i was also not allowed to hug him juz in case i squeezed him and make him terperanjat.  i feel that it is better if i go wif my girlfrens so that we can scream together but unfortunately, i dunno many girls who watch these kind of shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebe juz rozi. we rock girl!!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-5629261562392529459?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5629261562392529459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=5629261562392529459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5629261562392529459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5629261562392529459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-went-to-watch-congkak-with-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8739304146759419627</id><published>2008-06-05T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:28:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today me and ling went to celebrate at swensen's at changi airport!!! went to terminal 3 to check out the place. unfortunately, there's nothing much there and northpoint seemed more interesting. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the $50 my mum gave on both of us. Yah, i kinda haf to gif my ling a treat cos i got more class than him. khekhekhe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thruout the whole day, we shared jokes abt our parents and their reactions towards our achievements. cos our parents are not updated wif today's examination system, they were our joke topics lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ling's mum thought that getting second class means he actually got second in class!!! and the way she tot my pay would be 5k a mth juz cos i got first class. and my dad kept calling me and asking if i was sure that the results were mine and asked if i checked got my ic number there. HAHAHAH!!! my dad even asked me if i went to skool to check my results. he tot it is like last time system where u haf to check teh noticeboard in skool to look at ur results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i was quite annoyed at my dad cos i m not used to receiving so much attention from him. actually, i m happie to share my news wif my frens. but i dun feel quite right sharing the news wif my family and my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz told my mum to hide the news from my sister cos my first sis is the jealous type. it turned out that she even told my auntie that my mum always agree wif me juz cos i m university student which is not true. the reason y my mum always agrees wif me cos i always do things that make sense. so now, my mum reminded me to tell my dad to hide the news from my first sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad huh???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8739304146759419627?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8739304146759419627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8739304146759419627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8739304146759419627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8739304146759419627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-me-and-ling-went-to-celebrate-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-3260458208515435643</id><published>2008-06-05T08:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:09:31.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So me and ling got our results today. Klah, ling checked his results last night after 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ling got SECOND UPPER honours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! now, he can like work almost anywhere and get higher pay!!!!!!!!!!! YEAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so happy for him cos his extra pay will e like my money cos i told him behind every successful man is a woman. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND confirmed that my ling is a COMPUTER GEEK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I felt so frustrated cos I tried accessing my results last night and I couldnt. This morning when I accidentally woke up at 450am, I still couldnt access my results. It is like super duper frustratring u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I finally checked my results. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a freaking&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1st class honours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I noe how to haf tears of joy. I had a couple of tears when I read my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my dad that I got my results, he asked a typical malay question, "Pass or not?".&lt;br /&gt;I said: "I got first class."&lt;br /&gt;My dad: "Oh. So you got receive gold medal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAD??!!!! he tot first class honours like not good like dat. Haha.... I haf no idea how to get gold medal also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m like super duper happie for both of us.... My dad said if Berita Harian were to interview me, I haf to get ready wat to say. Like WAD???!!!! hahahaha!!! i mean, there is a possibility but i dun really berangan but now that he mentioned it, mebe I shud drag ling along cos not many malays get second class upper also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U LING!!!!!!! and to those who haf given me support all these years. MMUACCKZZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, my mum juz gaf me $50 as a present. Klah, we r not financially well-off. So, I understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-3260458208515435643?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/3260458208515435643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=3260458208515435643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/3260458208515435643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/3260458208515435643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-me-and-ling-got-our-results-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-6692575861792429872</id><published>2008-06-03T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:42:06.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM DATING A GEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the whole day today watching the whole season 5 of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Beauty and the Geek&lt;/span&gt;. I often wonder y they dun haf the Singapore version like The Bachelor. Anyway, in this show one geek really caught my eye since the first episode. His name is Tommy. It's bcos, surprisingly, he reminded me so much of ling! Klah, Tommy is also super cute! In a geeky way. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  He is like ling, Very tall..... He is also funny, like ling... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrh3Tdo8xvQ/SEVD0UbHt6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Yo3pXle9B-w/s320/00513740aa9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before  makeover                              After makeover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrh3Tdo8xvQ/SEVBuSYUAHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hYRWilkLRkQ/s320/00502460e2e.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrh3Tdo8xvQ/SEVB2U1TLtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/a0fZqdl7kWc/s320/005088008d5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute right! They labelled him as the 'sweater vest enthusiast' and ling badly wants a sweater vest!! Ling is still complaining abt me not letting him buy a sweater vest at Tebrau. But that vest really sucked!! Now that I see Tommy wears them, mebe it's nice after all. hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling is also a geek bcos he likes to tok abt computer stuffs which sumtimes I haf no idea wat he is talking abt. Today, he tried explaining to me wat RSS Feeders are. or is it RSS Readers? I still dun get it even though it is his second time trying to explain it to me. The thing is, I major in Physics and Chemistry but I dun really tok things as atoms. Hehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling is also a geek cos he likes to read about stuffs. He can watch Discovery Channel for the whole day. He reads newspapers. So, he noes a lot of stuffs. Yup, geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling also got before and after photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before                                                                      After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrh3Tdo8xvQ/SEVElEr3STI/AAAAAAAAAbo/yfOcqTssxjs/s320/IMG_3622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrh3Tdo8xvQ/SEVFWG6gJ4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/AaSRXCAsphQ/s320/IMG_3722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to put the pic wif his braces on but i bet he'd kill me if i do dat. shud i???? Hehehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES!!! I m dating a geek!!! And a cute one!!! Mebe I m the beauty!!! Khekhekehekhekhe......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U guys shud watch Beauty and the Geek season 5!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-6692575861792429872?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/6692575861792429872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=6692575861792429872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6692575861792429872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/6692575861792429872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-dating-geek.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xrh3Tdo8xvQ/SEVD0UbHt6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Yo3pXle9B-w/s72-c/00513740aa9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-4176611841037998026</id><published>2008-05-25T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:31:23.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since this is my diary, i'd better write this down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz wanna say that, i love the fact that u r interested in every detail of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when u realise how much i lurve shoes, u promised to make me a shoe display. u even said that i can press a button and there is one light blinking randomly to help me choose the shoes to wear for the day. juz like in e game show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when u realise that i lurve flowers, u helped me choose flowers and even arranged them beautifully for me. not only can u cook, sew, iron and wash ur own clothes, u can arrange flowers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. when i told u i need to change the whole cloth for my rm, we went to many places juz to get the cloth that i wanted and in the end, we bought the cloth at chong pang, which is juz 15 mins away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. when i told you that my feet hurt, u accompanied me to the 'nyonya' stone path juz in front of my house and patiently waited but i tink u had fun looking at my face in pain, right? den, u even walked on the stone path with ur business shirt and long pants juz to prove that u can withstand the pain but u couldnt. thanks for the entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. when my feet hurt, u'd even massage them for me. i lurve the way u crack my toes and fingers. it hurts, A LOT. but i lurve it. no, ling is not henpecked, but he is juz sweeeeeeeeetttt and i tink all bfs shud learn to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. when i couldnt find any tchin resorces, u helped me search for them even though sometimes u haf little clue as to wat i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz love the way u pay attention to my needs and wants. today is 'i-love-my-ling' day, that's y my entry is super duper mushy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, is shop-for-TV day wif my mom and ling. yeay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-4176611841037998026?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/4176611841037998026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=4176611841037998026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/4176611841037998026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/4176611841037998026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/05/since-this-is-my-diary-id-better-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-8291139492329351783</id><published>2008-05-20T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:33:53.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ling's Worst Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of ling's worst nightmare has arrived. The nightmare is that I started work today. I personally think that in my profession, it is the husbands who suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din mean to make him worry but today, I really had no time to eat. I had 3 hours of lesson straight. B4 that, I had one hour of lesson. During my 1 half hour break, I had to sit down and think what I haf to teach for the next 3 hours. It was a sudden work for me as one of my colleagues was on maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am not complaining cos I understand that this is normal. I m juz shocked at the little amount of rest I got. Tomorrow, I haf to go to work 4 hours earlier cos I wanna do my marking. I haf tonnes of them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klah, that is all for now. I am shagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-8291139492329351783?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/8291139492329351783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=8291139492329351783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8291139492329351783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/8291139492329351783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/05/lings-worst-nightmare-one-of-lings.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-1653577827357373854</id><published>2008-05-19T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:20:10.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far East Flora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I finally went to Far East Flora. I have always wanted to go to that place whenever my bus passes it but never got to until baya told me the other day that the flowers there were cheap. Since I am currently a fresh-flowers fanatic, i wanted to go there asap and went there today wif ling. It is only about 15-20mins from my bus stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole trip was like a field trip for both of us. There were so many flowers!!! There were quite a number of flowers that we have not even seen before! The price was amazing. Can u imagine, about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;15-20 stalks of roses cost $7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! then there were huge sunflowers sold cheaply, &lt;$10 for a bunch. I wanted to  buy them but i think my vase will topple cos the sunflowers were huge and was sold in a bunch of about 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had trouble choosing the right flower cos there were so many of them but we had to decide quickly cos the room where they kept the flowers is super duper cold. Finally, I settled on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; bunch of hot pink tulips. 10 stalks for $13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which is a reasonable price. The tulips are beautiful...  i love them!!Too bad I dun haf a camera to take a pic of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In overall, it was a fun outing for me and ling. I am so happie wif ling as he took part actively in choosing the flowers with me cos&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; ling also loves flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but he told me not to tell anyone about it. Haha!! I dunno y he wants to keep it a secret when I think that it extremely rare to find a guy that loves flowers. Sure, there will be guys who love shopping wif u for shoes and bags, but flowers??!!! I think ling is juz so special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, he could only pay half the price of the flowers cos he is broke but I am sure when he starts werking, he will buy me flowers every week. right ling??? right?? right?? hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pple asked me y i love flowers so much. I tried telling that it is relaxing to look at and they are so....... beautiful. however, they still dun get wat i mean. all i can say is that, try putting a bunch of fresh flowers in ur room, and u'll get wat i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-1653577827357373854?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/1653577827357373854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=1653577827357373854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1653577827357373854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/1653577827357373854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/05/far-east-flora-today-i-finally-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-3541485621070572715</id><published>2008-05-18T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:48:20.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YEAY!!! My first entry for this blog.... It would be the second entry if u consider the "test" entry as a 'real' entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my biannual sleepover this weekend wif the chemical engineering BIMZ at ama's three-storey house. The best part is that we get to sleep in the ONLY room on the third floor and the bathroom is in the room!!! Of cos there was the almost 24-hr aircon and hot water. so, it was like a mini-chalet for us lah.... We bathed, slept and even ate in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only brought my basic make-up bag, two shirts, 1 pair of berms and 1 undie cos I thought it would be only 2days 1 night stay. However, ama's mum invited us to stay for one more night and so we did, which led to me borrowing ama's boxer shorts and t shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; hence, the sleepover lasted 3days and 2 nights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toking abt ama's mum, i tink her mum is the most gracious host ever. She treated us to breakfast and dinner. She also made sure we r comfortable and even said loudly to us last night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"DON'T wake up early tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Haha!!! of cos, we tried not to wake up early cos last night we slept at 4am and the night before was at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a lot of noise even at 2am cos we got addicted to playing daidee and the guitar. Well, I and baya TRIED to play the guitar, but we ended up striking one note, pause, tried to sing and fumble at the next note. I and baya even invented a method of playing the guitar with two people, which is, she  press the  notes on the handle and i pick the strings. But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; it looked like we were playing the Chinese zither. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA!!! after a while, i gave up playing the guitar and realised that I am better off singing and let ama, our guitar expert, play the guitar. mebe, this is a band in the making. cheh... like real onli.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were also addicted to daidee. it was one of the reasons that we slept late. it was also one of the reasons i had 5 Os for my jc mid yr exams. thankfully, the tchers in my jc helped me pull up my grades. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we had to walk to macdonald's for breakfast for ten mins. The thing is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;all 3 of us did not shower b4 we went to macs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WAHAHHAHAH!!! heee..... one of us, I shall not say who but it is not me, bathed only at 10PM. Can u blieve that??? Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun, lots of laughter, lots of lazing arnd and eatin junk fd... too bad I'm not able to join u girls for korea. sighz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neh mind, 6 more mths to the next sleepover. yeay!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-3541485621070572715?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/3541485621070572715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=3541485621070572715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/3541485621070572715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/3541485621070572715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeay-my-first-entry-for-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6579261868747607116.post-5275035981155883001</id><published>2008-05-15T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:28:29.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6579261868747607116-5275035981155883001?l=misslalalarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/feeds/5275035981155883001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6579261868747607116&amp;postID=5275035981155883001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5275035981155883001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6579261868747607116/posts/default/5275035981155883001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslalalarling.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Lalalarling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15664182545042039787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
