<?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-4596947208901152136</id><updated>2011-08-03T03:21:26.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared we'll fall apart tonight, under the moonlight.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-2601171994364704817</id><published>2009-09-02T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:19:04.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>I've moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: ANYONE WHO READS THIS BLOG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come ask me for my new blog url! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye and Farewell stalkers. Yea. You! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376874090785729682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Sp5-f2dI7JI/AAAAAAAAAgM/OOa_ojmk7Z4/s400/tumblr_kp706kyLGC1qzib6oo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bye.&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/4596947208901152136-2601171994364704817?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/2601171994364704817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=2601171994364704817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/2601171994364704817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/2601171994364704817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/09/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/Sp5-f2dI7JI/AAAAAAAAAgM/OOa_ojmk7Z4/s72-c/tumblr_kp706kyLGC1qzib6oo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-7593782028840959515</id><published>2009-09-02T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:40:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's you :)</title><content type='html'>Someone out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He’ll smile at you when you tell him, but he’ll never laugh at your heart. He’ll brush the hair out of your eyes and send you flowers when you least expect it. He’ll call you to tell you goodnight before you get into bed or just because he is thinking about you. He’ll be bursting to talk to you each morning just to hear the sound of your voice. He’ll look into your eyes and tell you that you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and for the first time in your life, you’ll believe it.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;Dawson’s Creek (via &lt;a href="http://runawaytrain.tumblr.com/"&gt;runawaytrain&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://tearsandlaughter.tumblr.com/post/175518570/someone-out-there-is-meant-to-be-the-love-of-your"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tearsandlaughter.tumblr.com/post/175465682/miss-celica-comebackdown-alliemakesyoululz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-7593782028840959515?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/7593782028840959515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=7593782028840959515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7593782028840959515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7593782028840959515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-you.html' title='it&apos;s you :)'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-470368793323734692</id><published>2009-08-18T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:06:00.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy girl. :)</title><content type='html'>I'm happy. Hoho. Everything's pretty perfect. Except for a few annoying mosquitoes buzzing here and there trying to ruin my relationship. But too bad! It's not working noobtards! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just satisfied with what I have now. Like it's the type of relationship I've been waiting sooooo long for. I can be myself. Our parents gave their approvals, my mom's damn supportive of it and has been really nice to Joshua. He comes over to my place, we hang out, do stuffs tgt (right baby?) and enjoy each others' company. He's somehow e first one I can say 'I love you' to without feeling awkward and truly mean it. Past few relationships, I refused to say it. Even to the point where I dont even allow pet names. BUT Joshua's my baby and I love him. Haha. Getting damn mushy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes me smile. Although he made me cry before (TSK), most of the time my heart is smiling. He remembers e smallest details and tries to accomodate me. I get excited when i know i'm going to meet him. The butterflies in stomach thing. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, we watched sunset tgt. Something I've always wanted to do with someone i love and loves me back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371303159493807186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Soqzw-KPzFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LOtg969G_Tg/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So awesomeeee right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His family is nice too. Ya okay. I know i used to think his mom was scary and fierce. NOT ANYMORE LA. His mama damn nice la can. haha. His brother super cute. 10 times cuter than him. (Sorry baby. He's cuter. Haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371303162622522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SoqzxJ0MNFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ddoEmULuduU/s400/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont want things to ever change. But a part of me still worries i'll be taken for a ride. Not that i dont trust him. Past experiences just made me lose confidence in relationships.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371303148543016578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SoqzwVXX_oI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mXVAdP5gS6Y/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My baby :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Joshua Tan Chong Yu. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-470368793323734692?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/470368793323734692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=470368793323734692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/470368793323734692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/470368793323734692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-girl.html' title='Happy girl. :)'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/Soqzw-KPzFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LOtg969G_Tg/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-4391619022605393694</id><published>2009-07-23T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:32:23.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SmfjTgGPuII/AAAAAAAAAfs/pEz1NYDX7SI/s1600-h/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361503805581015170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SmfjTgGPuII/AAAAAAAAAfs/pEz1NYDX7SI/s400/brain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are far too long. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-4391619022605393694?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4391619022605393694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4391619022605393694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4391619022605393694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4391619022605393694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-long-can.html' title='so long can.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SmfjTgGPuII/AAAAAAAAAfs/pEz1NYDX7SI/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-9135308673023799543</id><published>2009-07-20T19:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:37:08.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I'd be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you my mind goes on a trip&lt;br /&gt;Then you came in and knocked me on my face&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm in a race&lt;br /&gt;but I already won first place&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I fall for you as hard as I did (as hard as I did, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You got me thinking about our life, our house and kids (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause boy you came around and you knocked me down (knocked me down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around (love comes around, love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down (knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down (knocks you down)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont wanna assume things and end up being taken for a ride again. I'm not interested to be friends, have fun or treat it as a joke. Especially and strictly NO buddies. I want something thats truly mine. Something that I've been waiting all this time. Something nobody has never ever given me before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seems like at least things are turning out the way I wish they would so far. But there are small complications here and there. I dont want to rush in like a fool. But at the same time I really dont wanna drag cause the last time I waited and waited, it came to a nought. Its so contridicting I know. I'm having a headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know ppl will tell me its too fast and all. But seriously, how long do you actually need to know if you have liking for that person? One month? Three months? Honestly, I don't believe that time is such a big factor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I'm just scared. Because somehow I have this feeling that when things are going so well, Someone's gonna come and take something away from me. I just know I dont have such luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Long term relationship? Whats that? Ooh right. I have no idea what that is. It's always taken away from me just when I fall into it. Always. Nv fail to happen. Hurray! Bingo! It's like someone up there just enjoys seeing me being unhappy. There's always this fucking trap I'll fall into, thought I'm lucky this time, enjoying myself in lala land and Poof*, I'm slapped back to reality and spat into the heartslashing situation. It's like a cycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so sick and tired of going through all these shit. Give me a chance and let me off please. Do it to someone else. I've had enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imy. My 'friend's friend'. I wonder how you are now.&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/4596947208901152136-9135308673023799543?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/9135308673023799543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=9135308673023799543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/9135308673023799543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/9135308673023799543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-thought.html' title='I never thought.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-6485635403221931982</id><published>2009-06-21T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:47:51.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucked.</title><content type='html'>Two o'clock and I wish that I was sleepin&lt;br /&gt;Your in my head like a song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I gotta get next to you (gotta get next to you)&lt;br /&gt;Sittin here turnin minutes into hours&lt;br /&gt;To find the nerve just to call you on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know that I gotta get next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;br /&gt;But I see you stare just a little to long&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;So baby call me crazy but I think you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I, Maybe I just gotta get next to you&lt;br /&gt;[ah, gotta get next to you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked around and I heard that you were talkin&lt;br /&gt;Told my girl that you thought that I was outta your league&lt;br /&gt;What a fool, I gotta get next to you [whoa, gotta get next to you]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its five in the mourning and I can't go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wish, yeah, I wish you knew what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;[Baby] Lets get together and end this misery [oh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;br /&gt;But I see you stare just a little to long&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;So baby call me crazy but I think you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I, Maybe I just gotta get next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whatcha gonna say, whatcha gonna do&lt;br /&gt;how you get the one you want]&lt;br /&gt;To wanna get next to you&lt;br /&gt;[whatcha gonna say, whatcha gonna do&lt;br /&gt;how you get the one you want]&lt;br /&gt;To wanna get next to you, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[whatcha gonna say, whatcha gonna do&lt;br /&gt;how you get the one you want]&lt;br /&gt;What I gotta say, what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;If I wanna get next to you&lt;br /&gt;[whatcha gonna say, whatcha gonna do&lt;br /&gt;how you get the one you want]&lt;br /&gt;To wanna get next to you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;To wanna get next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe were more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;br /&gt;But I see you stare just a little to long&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;So baby call me crazy but I think you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I [baby call me crazy]&lt;br /&gt;But I know you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I, maybe I just gotta get next to you&lt;br /&gt;[ah, yeah]&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get next to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-6485635403221931982?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/6485635403221931982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=6485635403221931982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6485635403221931982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6485635403221931982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucked.html' title='Sucked.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-8091704713236258251</id><published>2009-06-18T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:00:10.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls Dont Let It Happen Agn.</title><content type='html'>Haisss. I dont know man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are like going nowhere. It's not progressing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid history will repeat itself. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid I'm forcing things to happen just like the last time, trying to challenge fate, and I'll still end up losing everything in the end and getting hurt like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not doing anything. So many hints alrdy. I cant be the one always trying right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he doesnt feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;What if he just treats me as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend so much time not to be your fricking buddy mann.&lt;br /&gt;If he doesnt feel the same, why does he still do the things he does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-8091704713236258251?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/8091704713236258251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=8091704713236258251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/8091704713236258251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/8091704713236258251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/06/pls-dont-let-it-happen-agn.html' title='Pls Dont Let It Happen Agn.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-4781874044843244834</id><published>2009-06-10T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:47:12.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Folks</title><content type='html'>*This blogpost is posted for the sake of Nicole Ding because she says I've not been updating my blog*. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like nth much going on in my life actually. I've like a really boring life. But it's the hols now and it's awesome. Hope the hols last longer though. Haha. Super frustrated over internship though. Stupid firm sabo me. Basket. Don't think it's very convenient to say it here. But all my friends around me should know la. There's an interview tmr at another firm. If it works out there, I'll just accept it. Haha. (in your face. heh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, previous few weeks were spent partaying. oops. Also went to celebrate Dora's 20th birthday. She's alrdy 20 and i'm still so far from being 19. haha. So youngggg. We went to the glasshouse to celebrate her bday. She and her bf damn sweet la! Another couple thats sure to get married. The other couple's ms ding and her bf. Haha. Kept on disturbing her about her bf today. I also WANT! Argh. But. Sigh. I think I'll be 30 if ever get attached pls. Oh Oh. And my cousin and her bf. Dangg. Everyone around me's getting attached. But I dont wanna get attached for the sake of getting a bf just because everyone has one. I wanna be with someone i like. I dont use 'love' cause i feel that it's a very complicated word and it's not easy to understand. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pics:&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C9OD6h0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/tt9kcNj7MNc/s1600-h/4726_206437770354_727510354_7137257_4898625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705639714391874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C9OD6h0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/tt9kcNj7MNc/s400/4726_206437770354_727510354_7137257_4898625_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C3BvhvuI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lF5tqsmBTmU/s1600-h/4726_206437725354_727510354_7137249_496309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705533328441058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C3BvhvuI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lF5tqsmBTmU/s400/4726_206437725354_727510354_7137249_496309_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C25hxlbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Fy_raHL4swc/s1600-h/4580_93660523928_523618928_1841075_8346008_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705531123275186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C25hxlbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Fy_raHL4swc/s400/4580_93660523928_523618928_1841075_8346008_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C2sI5oqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/6nzj6Z0qfHg/s1600-h/4580_93660513928_523618928_1841073_3858665_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705527529284258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C2sI5oqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/6nzj6Z0qfHg/s400/4580_93660513928_523618928_1841073_3858665_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C2ZLT6aI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EIJyeMzQHc4/s1600-h/4175_198918925354_727510354_6938810_2324780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705522439121314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C2ZLT6aI/AAAAAAAAAe8/EIJyeMzQHc4/s400/4175_198918925354_727510354_6938810_2324780_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C2QeEHRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/S8i-lqvAPI8/s1600-h/4244_99039468783_652423783_2608919_5623570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705520101858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C2QeEHRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/S8i-lqvAPI8/s400/4244_99039468783_652423783_2608919_5623570_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to Shaw today to meet Nic, Zl and the blurry serene for crimm. My crimm group's the bomb la. Love them! Serene overslept and happily go to the wrong place. LOL. Damn funny. But in e end it became some nonsense group bonding time where we talk about past and present relationships. Zl had to leave to go back to sch so the 3 of us went shopping but got nth. :( I'm super broke. Anyone wanna donate? Haha. Gossip all the way, went to macs and den homed. On the way back some girl ask me to do some survey and wanna intro me to some nutri drink that replaces your meals. Siao. I wanna eat. If i cant eat just so i can lose weight, damn NO LIFE PLSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708130691978818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_FONrQFkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/265I_i6k6vc/s400/crimpro+grp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Grabbed from nicole's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats about it. Gonna do some online window shopping with nic now. Byeeeee.&lt;br /&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/4596947208901152136-4781874044843244834?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4781874044843244834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4781874044843244834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4781874044843244834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4781874044843244834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-folks.html' title='Hello Folks'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/Si_C9OD6h0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/tt9kcNj7MNc/s72-c/4726_206437770354_727510354_7137257_4898625_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-1959574589046578424</id><published>2009-04-24T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:52:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know</title><content type='html'>I thought I had a problem committing in a relationship. But then again, I came to a conclusion that I don't have a problem. I've just yet to meet the right one. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have this trouble when I was with him. I was so ready. I didnt go for his looks. I swear. After looking at him for long, he's not that good looking. Really. But I was very happy. That butterflies in your stomach feeling, that fast heartrates, the blood gushing to your face when he tells you something flattering. Missing him even when you're meeting him everyday. That's love. Isnt it? Someone you wanna announce to the world how you're related to him. Someone you're so damn proud of. Only for him to thrash everything upside down with 1 sms. Yea. He did it through sms. And appearing intimate with another girl on your bday in front of you, knowing you're looking. I swear it felt like someone stabbed me. From the back through my heart. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Tears. Broken heart. Sleepless nights. No hatred. I dont hate him. I dont know why. I just want him to be happy. If he's happy, I am too. When he got dumped, I met him. I just wanted to hug him. But I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda concluded that maybe it's because of this r/s and some other issues that made me suspicious of ppl and the inability to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up hurting someone. I'm so sorry. I really liked him. The feelings there. But there's no spark. No chemistry. I hate myself. I'm so sorry. So sorry. I saw him today. But I couldnt face him. I cant look at him. I miss talking to him. I know we wont talk anymore. But I'm sorry. I dont know why I couldnt continue with it. I just know I was stressed about it. Maybe I have short attention span. Maybe it's because of the lack of butterflies. Maybe I dont trust anyone anymore. Or. Maybe I just havent got over the one I really gave my heart to. The one who didnt need to ask for it and I would readily, happily and voluntarily hand my heart over. Well. He chose to give it all up. It's his loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I need to find someone who cherish me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-1959574589046578424?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/1959574589046578424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=1959574589046578424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1959574589046578424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1959574589046578424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-i-know.html' title='Now I know'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-5373362623120156846</id><published>2009-03-21T04:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:57:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a slacking life I have.</title><content type='html'>I'm just slacking my life away. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, a few events passed. Went for some primary school gathering. Haha. Super funny la. Only a few of us turn up. The guys all agreed to come but last minute ALL didnt. So basket. So anyway, we went to eat dinner together and den went to haagen dazs to chill and talk. It's just nice. =) Like it's rare of ppl to still be in touch with their primary school friends i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I met daniel, varun and varun's friend, kelly to watch late night movie. Watched coming soon. So retarded. Paid 10 bucks to scare myself. But it's not bad for a horror films, assuming the fact that horror films are just dumb. But we had to sit at the 2nd row because there were a whole lot of other retarded peeps who paid to scare themselves too. Haha. Nowadays young ppl all stay up so late ah. Happy happy watch movie with their gf/bf.(I also wanttt!!! lol. just kidding) So anyway, we watched and i think daniel is traumatised by chabba's stinging red eyes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just wednesday, I went phuture with pam and bx. Queued for quite long and someone came to tell us that citibank cardholders can get in through the supposedly express queue. But wth! only the cardholder can get in! We were like super lost. And den I wanted to beg the grp of guys queuing behind us to let us join back in the queue. BUT they went in alrdy!!! Sadness i tell you. Den I was like ahh. whatever la. I got to get in man. So i was thick-skinned enough to tap the guy in front of the queue to ask him let us join him. And he turned out to be my primary school friend(one of the guys who was supposed to turn up for the gathering)! I was super happy la!! And he let us join his queue. HAPPINESS!&lt;br /&gt;It was before 12. So 1 for 1. 3 of us shared 2 vodka lime and 2 long island. Got high. Danced. Met new ppl. Made friends. Had free drinks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Saw my coursemate too. talked even though i dont know him well. Haha. Im just being sociable okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back home actually. Was supposed to thon the night. But my mom's nagging at me about my late night escapades alrdy. Gotta stay home for the next few days man. Went to eat tau huay at somewhere near plaza sing. Haha. Den we to geylang and changi village to see bapoks. So lame i know. Some are so pretty. But den again it's abit grossed. Some wore only bras and shorts or spaghetti top with panties. Like huh.. Haha. But it was fun. Laugh alot, talk cock. Maybe because we all just talk alot. Kua kua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy. Got some dinner gathering tmr. My grandpa treating us. Haha. Oh man. LOTs of stuff to grill someone tmr. INTERESTING. Haha. I think im cutting my hair tmr, RANDOM. Okay. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh please please take the initiative man. I cant do that cause I'm a girl. Tsk&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-5373362623120156846?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/5373362623120156846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=5373362623120156846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5373362623120156846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5373362623120156846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-slacking-life-i-have.html' title='What a slacking life I have.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-4560869729796731106</id><published>2009-03-01T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:26:00.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello. I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been mia-ing for damn long. Tired + lazy la.&lt;br /&gt;Hols now. So kinda lifeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna work but nobody's hiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling tmr to enquire. Hopefully they need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch 3 movies in 3 days. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's just not that into you, marley and me, curious case of benjamin button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read the book for he's just not that into you. The book's nicer. BUT the movie's not bad too. Haha. The dodgeball guy's quite cool ah. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marley and me's predictable but just sweet and touching. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The curious case of benjamin button. Damn looong la. the story's draggy + overrated. Maybe because everyone else described it to be such a fabulous show, I expected it to be much better. BUT the storyline's damn original. ( but my butt ached like crazy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss T05 alrdy. shucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So random. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The d&amp;amp;d was cool. Food was not too bad. Quite nice la actually. wanna see the pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i put it up on fb alrdy. Lazy to post. Ala ala. Post la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos is random order. Lazy to arrange. 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Plus she's such a darling, helping me get the bag. LOooveS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna go beijing to shop. Soon please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. part 2 another day. damn sleepy now. Plus my mom nagging at me asking me to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother's damn poor thing cause he tore his ligament and his bone is bruised thanks to some ass who collided into him during the soccer tournament. Heart pain for him. He needs to go for operation. Sigh. Criess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like so jie jie counsellor now. Lol. Talked to this really sweet girl. Hopefully I've been of some help. She think's im an angel. Wahhahaha. She has nv seen me getting angry before. But. Im still nice la. - If wardah sees this, she confirm say I have no shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gd night ppl. Byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4596947208901152136-4560869729796731106?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4560869729796731106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4560869729796731106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4560869729796731106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4560869729796731106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-im-back.html' title='Hello. I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/Saq0dDPtGJI/AAAAAAAAAes/h7YkZgOua80/s72-c/DSCF1034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-8093499728412690644</id><published>2009-02-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:20:05.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the fucking sundown marathon registration.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking pissed to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I know I didnt blog for damn long.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy la.&lt;br /&gt;After exams I blog about everything I missed out on at one shot.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;D, CNY and sad valentines with bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company Law. Bloody killer.&lt;br /&gt;Die alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me pass.&lt;br /&gt;Wah. OB. Another murderer. TSK. Tsk. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the registration!!!! PUI PUI PUI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-8093499728412690644?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/8093499728412690644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=8093499728412690644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/8093499728412690644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/8093499728412690644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-1542052055263253984</id><published>2008-12-25T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:50:41.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas. Hah. Nah.</title><content type='html'>Christmas totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Im pissed with like everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl around me are all giving me problems.&lt;br /&gt;They annoy the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish ppl are the worst.&lt;br /&gt;They dont give a damn about the others.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am doing them a favour&lt;br /&gt;and they just fuck care you.&lt;br /&gt;Nabeh.&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck do they think they are.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand ppl who gets affected by their mood.&lt;br /&gt;Like the way they treat ppl based on how their mood is that day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hard up for them to treat me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;But Im just pissed with that shit attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;Pointless getting wrinkles because these morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;and its going to bite you right back in your ass.&lt;br /&gt;You just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-1542052055263253984?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/1542052055263253984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=1542052055263253984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1542052055263253984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1542052055263253984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-totally-sucked.html' title='Merry Christmas. Hah. Nah.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-1940848951315884729</id><published>2008-12-20T13:03:00.049+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:48:05.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan Trip</title><content type='html'>*I can't go to the countdown at the SILOSO BEACH!And i have 4 tickets. [$25 for each ticket(usual price: S$ 29) (20 November – 20 December)] &amp;amp; [S$ 30 (usual price: $35) (21 December – 31 December)] [IF you're intending to buy 4 tix at one go, price is negotiable]=).ANYONE INTERESTED IN BUYING MY TICKETS?Let me know asap. Just tag or email me at: &lt;a href="mailto:vanessa_tan1990@hotmail.com"&gt;vanessa_tan1990@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.*&lt;a href="http://www.singaporesights.com/events/events-in-2007/singapore-countdown-2008"&gt;http://www.singaporesights.com/events/events-in-2007/singapore-countdown-2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was pretty okay. BUT bloody shit. It's like a cycle everyday. Like what yang yang said, everyday we'll wake up and scream "LETS HIT THE BEACH BABY!" and then it rains. Then we'll be like "Lets go play pool". In the end, we only get to see the sun like for 2 days out of 5 days. But I was still a little burnt. My skin ah, damn piss me off. Can't get tanned. ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored A LIL. Still got pictures in my mom's and brother's camera. Pictures I'm uploading today is ONLY from my cam. Apparently I still have underwater pictures but there's this underwater pic which yang yang said I looked like a dead body. WTH. Im so going to post that up. NOT! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast is damn nice I tell you. SHIOK. Pancakes. Sausages. Bacon. Omelette. All types of egg dishes. Bee hoon. Porridge. Nasi Lemak. Pastries. Cakes. Bread. Donuts. Cereals. All types of fruit juices. Nuts. Chocolates. Fruits. Keropok. Chicken dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam and I are twins at the breakfast table on the last day. Damn retarded and tiring. Inside joke. What else. The sunset is beautiful? I love sunsets. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyIkbecfDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/1PKwbGf7pZg/s320/DSCF0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyJpISqMFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YjHPC7ZmKkg/s1600-h/DSCF0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281747802692137042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyJpISqMFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YjHPC7ZmKkg/s320/DSCF0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyJXGfFbUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/uIRsRAIr2DE/s1600-h/DSCF0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281747492969737538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyJXGfFbUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/uIRsRAIr2DE/s320/DSCF0981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyJDjwdFGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/E4V0xUQ_wM0/s1600-h/DSCF0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281747157229835362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyJDjwdFGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/E4V0xUQ_wM0/s320/DSCF0976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281748124412029650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyJ72yqKtI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZpeWqtQnpPI/s320/DSCF0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to say which picture is taken on which day. I dont have so much time plus it's really cliche. I can't remember anyway. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281758545193422162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUyTabOjTVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/xRdEgUU1uUM/s400/DSCF0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beautiful right? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-1940848951315884729?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/1940848951315884729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=1940848951315884729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1940848951315884729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1940848951315884729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/12/bintan-trip.html' title='Bintan Trip'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUx_0nWwdHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BJ9tWMRxbXs/s72-c/DSCF0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-7021033652833010463</id><published>2008-12-20T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:02:06.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN!</title><content type='html'>*I can't go to the countdown at the SILOSO BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;And i have 4 tickets. [$25 for each ticket(usual price: S$ 29) (20 November – 20 December)] &amp;amp; [S$ 30 (usual price: $35) (21 December – 31 December)] [IF you're intending to buy 4 tix at one go, price is negotiable]=).&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE INTERESTED IN BUYING MY TICKETS?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know asap. Just tag or email me at: &lt;a href="mailto:vanessa_tan1990@hotmail.com"&gt;vanessa_tan1990@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporesights.com/events/events-in-2007/singapore-countdown-2008"&gt;http://www.singaporesights.com/events/events-in-2007/singapore-countdown-2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Bintan trip was cool. Stupid rain kinda affected it though. But im still burnt. That's damn lame. And I'm missing the fabulous breakfast. Hotcakes, sausages, omelette, bee hoon, pastries, cakes, donuts, cereals, orange juice, guava juice and porridge. DROOLING alrdy right! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up by tmr or sunday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-7021033652833010463?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/7021033652833010463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=7021033652833010463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7021033652833010463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7021033652833010463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn.html' title='DAMN!'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-2520154764256172443</id><published>2008-12-13T00:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:55:51.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need toothpicks</title><content type='html'>to keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Im going Bintan tmr and I've not packed my stuff yet. I'm the best. Super last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can still go shopping at esprit with my aunties cousins just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna sleep man. Cannot take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took some weetarded pictures just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278943760065065058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUKTYXfxcGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-F9LGVGugBs/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This 2 damn act cute only. Wear same t-shirt, specs and braces. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944533102680450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUKUFXSTWYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6mcGSfud1aE/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pamela Anderson and muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944052137217506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUKTpXjMzeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lozXir8dHTc/s320/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my poser bf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944261735554082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUKT1kXVnCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/cqwt5WT-rr0/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944654894756034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUKUMc_y8MI/AAAAAAAAAV4/j3W7Og1a9ew/s320/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esprit glasses not very nice. Sovil Titus nicer. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278946660544353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUKWBMn7EzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/_uS5lDiUH64/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gelare's wafer is better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-2520154764256172443?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/2520154764256172443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=2520154764256172443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/2520154764256172443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/2520154764256172443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-toothpicks.html' title='I need toothpicks'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SUKTYXfxcGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-F9LGVGugBs/s72-c/DSC00422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-3201288559739278654</id><published>2008-12-11T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:28:54.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCUKK.</title><content type='html'>FUCKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;I burnt myself. On my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there's no scar.&lt;br /&gt;SOBB.&lt;br /&gt;Damn pain now. I think there's a bloody blister.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-3201288559739278654?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/3201288559739278654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=3201288559739278654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3201288559739278654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3201288559739278654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/12/fcukk.html' title='FCUKK.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-1693205012058718227</id><published>2008-12-08T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:16:12.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon 2008</title><content type='html'>Went for the SCSM 2008 ytd. Was like freaking tired cause I only slept for like 3 hours before getting up and getting ready for the run. I ran the half marathon because the last long distance run I ran was the 10km run only. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it was a great experience. Like the sense of achievement was indescribeable. It's just SUPERB. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for it with Shaf. Saw Bell and Sharp. Saw and caught up with some of the db girls. Met new ppl. Made new friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna join the sundown marathon next year. I can't wait to attempt my first full marathon. I think it'll be even better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277390646931592866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/ST0O1SNTlqI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5u7QnhqxVR4/s320/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I dont know what's wrong with his face. Cannot smile properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277390789667870306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/ST0O9l8SVmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/J2oBYRVijYE/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My first half marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277391260493879570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/ST0PY_59GRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/UMZDnTqs3X4/s320/CIMG1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had alot of fun. Cant wait for SCSM 2009. =) Lovesss.&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/4596947208901152136-1693205012058718227?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/1693205012058718227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=1693205012058718227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1693205012058718227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1693205012058718227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/12/standard-chartered-singapore-marathon.html' title='Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon 2008'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/ST0O1SNTlqI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5u7QnhqxVR4/s72-c/DSC00409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-2305762589576590737</id><published>2008-12-04T21:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:46:52.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED</title><content type='html'>Some imbecile asshole pissed me off today.&lt;br /&gt;To the point where I just cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Im never angry to the point where i can't be bothered to argue back(I'm a pretty argumentative person)&lt;br /&gt;I just walk away calmly.&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Go home.&lt;br /&gt;Eat my dinner and watch my tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna test my patience right.&lt;br /&gt;Come on. I'm not person to trifle with.&lt;br /&gt;You push me to my limits.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have absolutely no respect for girls when you hurl vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;You think you're so cool?&lt;br /&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;You think you're always right even when you're in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You think you're the king.&lt;br /&gt;You're Not.&lt;br /&gt;You throw tantrums like nobody's business and expects ppl to give in to you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Giving in does not exist in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that You're a guy and yet you behave like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;GFY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-2305762589576590737?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/2305762589576590737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=2305762589576590737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/2305762589576590737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/2305762589576590737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/12/pissed.html' title='PISSED'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-6975299871648924219</id><published>2008-12-02T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:46:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing</title><content type='html'>Ppl are confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what they're up to.&lt;br /&gt;One moment they do this.&lt;br /&gt;They next moment they just leave you to fend for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna party at zirca.&lt;br /&gt;Like real soon.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there with like a great company.&lt;br /&gt;Fun ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Shagged. Aweary. Knackered. Drained. Enervated &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a prolonged embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-6975299871648924219?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/6975299871648924219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=6975299871648924219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6975299871648924219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6975299871648924219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/12/confusing.html' title='Confusing'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-2482813403900776107</id><published>2008-11-28T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:44:33.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>Its a SUCCESS! Ahh. At least I think so. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. My oreo cheesecake looks really good man. I think it taste not too bad for a first timer AND my mom likes it, my brother says it taste better than starbucks' oreo cheescake!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. He didnt say anything because he refuses to eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some ppl said its nice too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALTHOUGH they doubted that it was edible initially. MEAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273718138882815250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/STACtLmk9RI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PAZYmg8tEQI/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273718256332007842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/STAC0BIpaaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KTWN0RbKO7I/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. =)=) A new club where old mos used to be is backkkkkk!!!!!!!!! Cant wait for next weeeeek.&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/4596947208901152136-2482813403900776107?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/2482813403900776107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=2482813403900776107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/2482813403900776107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/2482813403900776107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/STACtLmk9RI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PAZYmg8tEQI/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-7732376068718272202</id><published>2008-11-27T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:12:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed</title><content type='html'>I passed my Btt.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big deal. But my mom was super anxious about it.&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand times more anxious than I am.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause I only studied the night before. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;I think my mother really really wants me to drive so she doesnt need to ferry me here and there.&lt;br /&gt;But I prefer to have someone to chauffeur me. HINT*&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm baking oreo cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's going to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the gym with Sharp tmr most probably.&lt;br /&gt;And probably gyming with MJ on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if gyming with ppl will work for me cause I'm so used to working out alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we wont talk and end up forgetting to do what we're supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna check on my cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-7732376068718272202?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/7732376068718272202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=7732376068718272202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7732376068718272202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7732376068718272202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/11/passed.html' title='Passed'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-4343047332776391649</id><published>2008-11-11T23:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:34:07.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Lala.</title><content type='html'>School's crazy but I'm still slacking like nobody's business. I must seriously start working harder man. I'll start tmr. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to talk about other than the fact that my life's pretty complicated right now and oh-so-drama mama. Not going to talk about that now. Will talk about it when things clear up. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some random pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brenda posted this damn fugly picture of me on facebook so I made her take some nicer pics today. Her phone sucks I SWEAR! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419325396818098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SRmh9-1OGLI/AAAAAAAAATs/ncsYqwOHa4M/s320/11112008036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267420058910385954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SRmiorYe5yI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Vf2xzA1uk-w/s320/ob+lecture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419408544488898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SRmiC0lK3cI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4Xj6Mnf3k0g/s320/11112008037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're a bunch of bored ppl waiting for lecture to commence. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419553065778322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SRmiLO9uvJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Cmd0FYsH1lI/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went out with bestie Amirul to Haji Lane quite sometime back. So I'll just upload this picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419640554267186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SRmiQU4nIjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/eNCW9t06aHc/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never expect to see me so feminine and innocent looking right. Well, working in a bank forces me to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419717649612002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SRmiU0FkvOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/JvhA1F5Zz3s/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just thought I'd show off my super scary fair skin. AHHH. Goodbye tanned skin. Sobss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419856367482706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SRmic42fd1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/EB4e0kK7yc0/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To end of my post: Picture of a hyper-active boy who also happens to be my groupmate. Sigh. He can't stop moving.(He can't place his hands on the table for 5 minutes straight.) His hairstyle looks absolutely horrendous cause he used a rubberband to distort his hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-4343047332776391649?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4343047332776391649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4343047332776391649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4343047332776391649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4343047332776391649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/11/karma-lala.html' title='Karma Lala.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SRmh9-1OGLI/AAAAAAAAATs/ncsYqwOHa4M/s72-c/11112008036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-8325750168247828592</id><published>2008-11-07T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:43:34.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I have like seriously no idea what I want next. I dont know what to expect and whats the next move I'm going to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frigging lost man. like I'm so unsure of myself. I'm damn angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG!!! I dont know man. Whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore. some ppl just behave really weirdly, I dont know how to react to their sudden outburst or their sudden enthusiasm or them just being nice and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I SERIOUSLY hate ppl who message you and all of a sudden they dont fucking reply. What the fuck is wrong with all these noobtards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-8325750168247828592?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/8325750168247828592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=8325750168247828592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/8325750168247828592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/8325750168247828592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-1181865966085530135</id><published>2008-10-20T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:53:33.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 October</title><content type='html'>Damn lazy to update because I'm like fucking having eye infection and there's like blurred vision. Dangg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm supposed to blog about birthday, so here I am. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I got an sms like 2 hrs before me. Lois and Dhar were supposed to meet from Lois saying she felt blah about it and that she wasn't going. So obviously the emotionally sensitive me was very disappointed and I kinda break down a lil, above all the anger I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Dhar and she surprised me by appearing my house downstairs when we were supposed to meet at bedok with a super pretty birthday card and a gift.&lt;br /&gt;So my dad sent us to mrt station. We took to harborfront. I was practically cursing Lois throughout the whole journey I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dhar said she wanted to find her friend at one of the shops in vivo. So I was like okay. Den she totally lost her way and we had to walk all the way back. And somehow or so we ended up in the open air area. And suddenly thios familiar looking girl appeared with flowers and a cake. LOIS THAT DUMMY! So Idiotic right?! And she was telling me I was supposed to get angry NOT cry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went over to macs to eat then to cafe del mar. Kinda disappointing cause I think I expected too much from it. AND the bloody rain was such a spoiler. No cute guys at all. Lois' hot friend came to find us there. He has the same birthday as me! Anyway, the conclusion was that I obviously look over 18(no one bothered to check my ic), Dhar's mcq skills sucked, I'm a very bad drinker, it's damn exciting to have a goodlooking guy to have the same birthday(LOL) AND cdl is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE DHAR &amp;amp; LOIS! THERY'RE THE BEST!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that dhar joined my family for my birthday dinner. It was super filling. Nice. FATSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Melvin that sucker. I scolded him on msn and through sms to tell him what a suckrish friend he was for not wishing me. And his plan was to call me at 11.59 to sing happy birthday song to me. HAHA! I can't take too many surprises in one day man. Lol. Thanks la thanks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many thanks to ALL the ppl who wished me.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's on time or not. Belated or not. It's the thoughts that count right? =)&lt;br /&gt;Amirul and Sherlene and who were the first 2 who wished me. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND to those 'friends' I have who did not wished me, I got only 2 words for you. YOU SUCK. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Aisha, Cryus and Kim are damn mean I tell you. They purposely prank called me and then wished me happy birthday. Stupid ppl. Love them. Haha. Being the trusting loving natured person I am, I believed them when they called me about some HSBC car loan I never have AND about me lending me money and got a bounced cheque, and Aisha called me naive. AND I"M GOING ZOUKOUT with them. Hopefully ah. if Aisha is able and remembers to get the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all. Pictures will be posted some other day cause they are mostly with Lois. Mine are in my hp. But im lazy to post them. Latest by this week. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited for the birthday wish that never came. How can he be so heartless??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-1181865966085530135?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/1181865966085530135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=1181865966085530135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1181865966085530135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/1181865966085530135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/10/19-october.html' title='19 October'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-3405526143914411155</id><published>2008-10-02T22:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:34:09.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day.</title><content type='html'>It's my 'last day' at citibank and the few of us gathered for a farewell lunch for me. Touched. Lol. Ashley came to work just to have the farewell lunch for me. Aisha's not coming tomorrow. Sigh. So today's kinda like the last day together as colleagues. But we'll be meeting up to club or lunch together. So it'll be cooool. Haha. =)&lt;br /&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&gt;I so love my colleagues. I don't enjoy the type of work there but i love the company. The gossiping sessions and the talking cock times. I'm just not a desk-bound person. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we went pizza hut for lunch today. Took some pictures in the office and during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572319037355714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTiseFFdsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s-opuNQn6K4/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thats's um. well me camwhoring in the office when I was supposed to be working. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugly la. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572092471529586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTifSDlUHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/o1YREWAGJwo/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572231457212290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTinX0Wh4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/89ChVpfa1aw/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My damn sweet Aisha babe brought these Raya snacks for me. =) In such a cute tupperware somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576061104002818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTmGSXTFwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/K_6RoRBIM6U/s320/DSCF0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girlies. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576351176676402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTmXK-A1DI/AAAAAAAAAQk/295iYBBi6hM/s320/DSCF0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My talking cock and 'enthu about clubbing' partner: Aisha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252577204648030082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTnI2ZcL4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/r2qC_oeYZoQ/s320/DSCF0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My gossiping partner: Ashley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576582325592882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTmkoENYzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gt9t4NsQQWA/s320/DSCF0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 'eat snake' partner: Cyrus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252577410105277458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTnUzyQ_BI/AAAAAAAAARE/i9Nxjg8cSbc/s320/DSCF0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a messy person, which clearly explains the state of my desk. Hoho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576829627683234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTmzBVn0aI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_vWL4BuwQs4/s320/DSCF0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of um. youthful citibank staffs at pizza hut for lunch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are more pictures but my stupid camera died on me so it's with aisha. Will post them some other day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gtg sleep now. I have to like bloody hell reach my workplace at 7am PUNCTUALLY to do some sai gang. Dammit. What a good way to spend my glorious last day at citibank. Slog my guts out baby! Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. I got the closure I wanted. But not exactly the way I wanted it. But its good. Cause I Can really end everything. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-3405526143914411155?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/3405526143914411155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=3405526143914411155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3405526143914411155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3405526143914411155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day.html' title='Last Day.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOTiseFFdsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/s-opuNQn6K4/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-5119984317726306859</id><published>2008-09-29T23:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:47:09.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm FINE.</title><content type='html'>I'm fine!! Emo period is gone. Just planning something really good now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh ppl. My birthday's coming. (Okay. Fine. 3 weeks time. WHATEVER!!) Come club together on the friday following my birthday k. =) The more the merrier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work's stressed. Luckily things are better now. A BIG THANK YOU to all my friends who were there for me. Those who gave me encouraging and supporting words and being there. Thank you. I love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Paris' 18th birthday surprise party on saturday. Damn grand please. SIGHS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt have pictures except went Dhar and I were on our way back. Damn ugly. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251465715301028178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOD0Pp6pEVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8lJqeupEDJc/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Damn tired. Wish I could drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467373311478994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOD1wKfIzNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/S-l4g3mM--I/s320/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;An act-chio pic. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some pictures from Hwee Lee's birthday dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251466918111901442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOD1VqvGdwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_5K-Ytwvnd4/s320/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467030042737986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOD1cLtffUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CTBDdTlUue8/s320/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251467256473328466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOD1pXOwG1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/AAQpkL9OxIA/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251468952468835474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOD3MFTlzJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aPFXs37zRl0/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now presenting a very unglam ugly picture of myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251469282917427138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOD3fUUrJ8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/w-ttx9sgnG0/s320/1_476478789l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oops. Wasted at the vip area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEEEEE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/4596947208901152136-5119984317726306859?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/5119984317726306859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=5119984317726306859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5119984317726306859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5119984317726306859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m FINE.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SOD0Pp6pEVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8lJqeupEDJc/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-5035933989801750246</id><published>2008-09-22T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:49:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hurt.</title><content type='html'>I'm so disappointed in life I don't even know how to begin. I feel like my world was thrashed a thousand times. I'm so disappointed with the fact that it happens to me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me? Only me. Why of all ppl only me? Is it tt hard to let me taste happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Or letting me taste a bit of happiness is supposed to be a trap so that I would receive a blow of misery the moment I get tempted by it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolute zero confidence in guys. ZERO. None. I can't trust anyone but myself because my trust gets betrayed everytime. Everytime I'm satisfied with life, it'll be screwed somehow or so. My heart is so bruised I can't breathe properly cause my chest hurts like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's like what Sher said. It's the final straw that broke the camel's back. I'm so lost, confused, hurt and angry. Mostly lost. I just wanna hide away from this cruel world for a bit before evolving as someone stronger than before. But right now I wanna just disappear. Disappear so I feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was alrdy a knife stabbed by the previous 2. Now, he came around and pushed the knife so deep in I feel like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Why give me a whole lot of hope and promises when you can't carry it out? Why make me give you my heart only for you to stomp on it till it's all smashed and gooey and then return it back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why choose to leave me hanging, causing me to be neither here nor there. Why say you do when you don't? Why is there no closure or explaination? Are you even a man with balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of what you've done, I learnt to be a stronger person. I learn never to trust ppl. I learn to be tough and suspicious of ppl. I learn that guys can never be trusted. Thank you for teaching me all that. And I'm still waiting for an explaination I rightfully deserve but never get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you. But I really liked you and you took that for granted and everything we had for a fucking game. Im going to move on. You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how you think you really know yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like you would never lose yourself to someone else&lt;br /&gt;And I was up to thinking it was all about you and me&lt;br /&gt;Silly silly me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should have never listened to a word you said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I was always giving in to promises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never should have gone for, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should never long for you no matter how hard it gets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I want this to be over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want this to be through&lt;br /&gt;In the end somehow it always comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do boy&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So it annoys me(You wasn’t man enough)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To come and tell me(That I was never the one)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like you said I was(You could have told someone)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew you didn’t love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had only told me how you really felt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could have put my feelings into someone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I was busy thinking I was where I was supposed to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly silly me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was something ‘bout you that I couldn’t resist&lt;br /&gt;Can’t put my finger on it but whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;I never should have stood for it&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re no good for me&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the way it is&lt;br /&gt;And I want it to be over&lt;br /&gt;I so want it to be through&lt;br /&gt;In the end somehow it always comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do boy&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So it annoys me(You wasn’t man enough)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To come and tell me(That I was never the one)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like you said I was(You could have told someone)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew you didn’t love me anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-5035933989801750246?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/5035933989801750246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=5035933989801750246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you made me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I, thought I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, that you were true&lt;br /&gt;Guess I, I couldn't trust&lt;br /&gt;Called your bluff, time is up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were, there by my side&lt;br /&gt;Always, down for the ride&lt;br /&gt;But your, joy ride just came down in flames&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;After all of the stealing and cheating&lt;br /&gt;You probably think that I hold resentment for you&lt;br /&gt;But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you, cause it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;All of, your backstabbing&lt;br /&gt;Just so, you could cash in&lt;br /&gt;On a good thing before&lt;br /&gt;I realized your game&lt;br /&gt;I heard, you're going around&lt;br /&gt;Playing, the victim nowB&lt;br /&gt;ut don't, even begin&lt;br /&gt;Feeling I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the fights and the lies cause you're wanted to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;But that won't work anymore&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no more, oh no, it's over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this man I thought I&lt;br /&gt;out to be unjust, so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Could only see the good in you&lt;br /&gt;Pretended not to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself&lt;br /&gt;Through living in denial&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you'll see&lt;br /&gt;You won't stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fighter and I&lt;br /&gt;I ain't goin' stop&lt;br /&gt;There is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would forget&lt;br /&gt;But I, I remember&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember, I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-5880975093526127631?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/5880975093526127631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=5880975093526127631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5880975093526127631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5880975093526127631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-5681808773828441073</id><published>2008-09-14T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:56:48.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Lol. Um. Ytd was great. Had a really enjoyable day just doing nothing in particular. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to eat at fish &amp;amp; co. at wheelock but it bloody closed down alrdy. So we walked all the way to heeren cos we settled for thai express. Wth. fish &amp;amp; co. had a new outlet at heeren, near thai express. Damn irritating. So we just ate at thai express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk up and down orchard rd and saw familiar faces. Anyway we just crap crap about nothing in particular. He liked mooncake so we went taka to get mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to catch a movie so we went back to cine to buy tickets. But we thought the timings were too late. So walked to lido. The timings were even later. SO we walked back to cine again. Lol. Had to wait about an hour before the movie starts. Chilled out at gloria jeans for abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was nice. BUT a lil bit awkward. Andy anyhow tell me its romance la. Got sexual contents la please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked abit on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to go running later together later. Lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure whats happening. But Im really happy. Happy its happening and that I'm moving on. But Im just praying so hard I don't get hurt again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-5681808773828441073?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/5681808773828441073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=5681808773828441073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5681808773828441073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5681808773828441073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-5114326736237049906</id><published>2008-09-07T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:35:59.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post.</title><content type='html'>So I didnt update much for a very long time. Basically, this post will be about my boring and sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job to the max. People are rude and impolite. They are also demanding and unreasonable. They are unappreciative and unhelpful. I just needed help with the work and the ppl there get so damn impatient. Please la. Im a newcomer man. What. Am I supposed to read up the textbook and understand how the project functions? A freaking temp job and I have to actually read up when I'm at home. How pathetic is that!?&lt;br /&gt;I even got threatened by my boss man. Thanks. Thanks for making me appreciate the temp job I had over at Stand Chart. I miss the less hostile ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that fucking job. Met up with the db girls to celebrate Hwee Lee's birthday on tuesday. She's 19 alrdy and I'm not even 18. Depressing. My birthday takes ages to arrive. Nice talking to them. I miss them soooo much. I'm just glad to have them as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;About ytd. I dont know what really happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should just forget it. But its so disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get to really see the true colours of some ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll just treat it as a bad dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just feel very upset. But I cant pinpoint on what Im unhappy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so utterly disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's happening to me? I need to start learning to act smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something's very wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-5114326736237049906?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/5114326736237049906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=5114326736237049906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5114326736237049906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5114326736237049906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-4547145264790507083</id><published>2008-08-31T18:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:13:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing's the BOMB</title><content type='html'>Went fierce angel party with babe Wing Yan and Amirul and his gf. She's super nice to hang out and go crazy with even though its the first time I meet her. Lol. So anyway, Arrived there at 9plus and had 2 complimentary drinks. It was more like a bar anyway. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629196578946434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SLp0fP2g_YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tTq4aEYaJ0c/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629429690574066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SLp0s0QqJPI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3Co4B0hBwVI/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629779309957026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SLp1BKsaj6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/M2iVnQl51Ag/s320/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629540515093042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SLp0zRHSGjI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZKe4-I0fT6E/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got free drinks. Haha. Super fun la. Was damn high also. Thanks for going with me ppl. Love you. Lets go again another day. And Thanks sam. ILOVEYOU. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting work at Citibank tmr. Damn fast la. Hopefully the ppl there are nice. =) Update about the place soon. Cya.&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/4596947208901152136-4547145264790507083?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4547145264790507083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4547145264790507083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4547145264790507083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4547145264790507083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/08/clubbings-bomb.html' title='Clubbing&apos;s the BOMB'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SLp0fP2g_YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tTq4aEYaJ0c/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-3436633114535979070</id><published>2008-08-30T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:40:08.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked Up.</title><content type='html'>I won passes to hacienda at dempsy's fierce angel party. Coolness. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Fucking great. I'm short of fucking month to 18. What the fuck difference does 1 month make man. My friend even told me october november december babies are weaker cause they are born during the winter and thus they'll die earlier. Oooh. SPLENDID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that. My cousin who at first agreed to accompany me go just pang seh me for the number.. Oh crap I lost count. Shiat. I need a calculator SOMEBODY! She agreed to go with me and last minute changed her mind. Happiness. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhar's friend asked her to go out first so she cant go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Wingyan and she's going with me but I need to find an ic but Calynn needs her ic for some handphone plan thingy. Its hols already and I'm supposed to feel relax but I'm damn pissed off at the whole damn world. I have free passes and ppl just had to go with me but they cant and they dont want to. I cant ask my secondary school friends because 90% of them are in JC and their A's are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine. Im just going to take this hols to so change myself and by the end of my hols its my birthday and I dont need to beg ppl to go with me already. I'm going to change so much, ppl are going to beg me to go clubbing with them. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking fucked up frustrated I can cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a boyfriend please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-3436633114535979070?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/3436633114535979070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=3436633114535979070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3436633114535979070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3436633114535979070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/08/fucked-up.html' title='Fucked Up.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-4956601426284108271</id><published>2008-08-27T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:53:51.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down 2 to go.</title><content type='html'>Accountings was alright. So I think. But I won't know how I did. Its like 60%. Hopefully it'll help pull up my demoralizing coursework grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's Mbs. I LOVE you mbs so please don't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just thought of something Micheal Phelps can't do. He can't flag a cab with his arms fully stretched out like we normal ppl can. Well, his stretched out super long arm have a high chance of being knock off by a lorry. He's still hot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom say if I continued competitive training I might be able to represent olympics. Lol. But she's happy I didnt. Ahh. Mothers are contridicting. Don't know what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love my mom. I'm a mummy's girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-4956601426284108271?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4956601426284108271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4956601426284108271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4956601426284108271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4956601426284108271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-down-2-to-go.html' title='2 down 2 to go.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-7446430992474228054</id><published>2008-08-23T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:13:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>Exams are fucking killing me. I keep trying to memorise but its just not getting in my head. Once I manage to remember sth, den i'll forget what I remembered before. I have damn little sleep and my head hurts like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. 6 more days to the end of exams. How am I supposed to tolerate it for another week? I cant even take it for another day. Hols please come quickly. MBS is murdering me. I HATE MBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, helpppppppp me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-7446430992474228054?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/7446430992474228054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=7446430992474228054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7446430992474228054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7446430992474228054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-6936754283548625145</id><published>2008-08-06T11:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:24:39.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrendous Bus Ride</title><content type='html'>I'm here to complain and to mock at ppl again. Lol. As usual. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before ytd, I went with Lois to Arab St and on my way there in the bus was the second smelliest bus ride I've taken in my life. First was this Indian woman who brought ginger and coconut oil or something. I was alrdy feeling very nauseous because the bloody bus driver was jerking non-stop. I even had to get down from the bus to vomit. That was how bad. ANYWAY, thats not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, I was sitting behind this 50+ 6o yrs old man who like probably didnt bathe for 5 years? Guess what he smell like? LIKE PIG LIVER. And his hair was like soaked with urination or something. Damn wet and disgusting. Wah siao. StinkO to the max! Since the bus was damn packed, I thought like since I had a seat, I should be contented right. After 3 stops, I really cannot take it. So I squeezed my way through to stand instead. Right choice? Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I stood there even though my stop was damn far away. I was listening to my mp3, stoning as usual, standing in front of the pole. Suddenly I saw a arm reach out for a part of the pole that was above me. Meaning the armpit of that person was somewhere near me too. Then I took like 2 steps away and that was when a familiar smell came. OMG! StinkO man! Shocked, I took like 24573547563 steps away and that was when I almost fell. Luckily I grabbed some other pole. But my pose was like some kungfu squatting move. Damn embarrassing!!! I saw a secondary school friend and I was trying to like avoid his eye so I dont need to say hi (troublesome). Wah thanks. After that, I caught EVERYBODY'S eye. Sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Went with Lois to Arab Street and after a damn long time I managed to get something. Not exactly what I was looking for but thats the best I could find. The accessories there quite nice. But its quite pricey. Not very worth. (I wanna go Bangkok!!!!) Apparently this girl tried to persuade me not to go for accountings lec. But it didnt work! HAHA. We went eventually. After we went to bugis street to find the shop Lois was looking for but to no avail. Most probably we'll be going there on sat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231253769767656882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SJklllTsnbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/w3s0MN543Xs/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lois with his Ahma-ish specs she loves. She says its a bridge between her and the elderly. omg. I give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ytd was damn crazy. With all the fam law work, I'm going crazy! There's fam law consultation later somemore. Dhar and I wore the same t-shirt on purpose. Duh. And got everybody's attention. Haha. We bought it last year but I was lazy to get the t-shirt out of the cupboard. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231255448594462882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SJknHTbMuKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EnCfeGWgjo0/s320/Photo0697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VIP. Har Dee Har Har. BYe. Got to get ready for school. 3 more days to National Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-6936754283548625145?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/6936754283548625145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=6936754283548625145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6936754283548625145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6936754283548625145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/08/horrendous-bus-ride.html' title='Horrendous Bus Ride'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SJklllTsnbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/w3s0MN543Xs/s72-c/DSC00291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-7460138832872098043</id><published>2008-08-03T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:09:59.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post</title><content type='html'>Actually I dont really have much to blog about since nothing much is happening. But I'm just going to talk cock about how boring my life have been so far. I'm dreading fam law cos it's driving me nuts and wendy yu has e power of making me breathless whenever she walks near my group during tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had captain's ball competition on friday and fell once only but my ass hurts like hell until now. It ended at like 9pm. Wth. I screamed and cursed at this guy who pushed me and after the game he came to apologise to me. Sigh. I feel like I'm a real mean bitch man. Like super unreasonable. Crap. (Hello! I'm not angry anymore. I'm just a very hot-tempered person! =) -&gt; to that guy if he happens to come across my blog which I highly doubt he would.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home with Dhar and was rubbish-ing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230320310744843282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SJXUnHd1BBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-QF_DLc6IJk/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm. What else? National day is coming? = My brother's birthday is coming = Presents = $$ flying away. I have yet to buy his presents. Im so busy and I still need to bother about random stuffs like that. I cant wait for national day bbq and my aunt's house. I'm not sure if its bbq. Hopefully it is. I know it has no link but I'm just looking forward to that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to rush down to arab street tmr to get some materials for my bloody mask and my good friend Dhamirah!!! ps me. you are so gonna get it from me! Lol. But luckily Lois is accompanying me there. She takes u-art too. So maybe she can get some materials too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Umm. I didnt even remember taking this picture with Brenda. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230322861107027810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SJXW7kTjn2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/e7MWcsJ8zAk/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay. I cant think of anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230322575562900386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SJXWq8kiA6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/YRTu3Qw5-iI/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chop of promise. When you hook your pinkies which signify promise, must chop your 2 thumbs together den is considered official. LOL. I dont know what I'm talking about. Something I blabbered during MBS. Cant blame me. I get all nonsensey when I'm sleepy but I cant sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Durian season is transmitting its stinkiness to all the air around me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-7460138832872098043?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/7460138832872098043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=7460138832872098043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7460138832872098043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7460138832872098043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/08/post.html' title='A Post'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SJXUnHd1BBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-QF_DLc6IJk/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-7099910634249577127</id><published>2008-07-28T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:25:25.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>Went cycling with my family ytd. My butt hurts like some crazy shit. How the hell did those pro-cyclist survive? Crap. I'm late for school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900603774597714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SI075okI-lI/AAAAAAAAANs/Nr3eRJ2xlPQ/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self taking technique is like so good. I got 4 of us in the picture perfectly on the first try.&lt;br /&gt;I so love my family. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-7099910634249577127?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/7099910634249577127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=7099910634249577127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7099910634249577127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7099910634249577127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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://bp1.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SI075okI-lI/AAAAAAAAANs/Nr3eRJ2xlPQ/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-945073773062411469</id><published>2008-07-24T18:44:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:14:47.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish post</title><content type='html'>I just thought I should update my blog after about a decade of not bothering about it? Nth much going on in my life other den projects and school. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Went to the Indonesian massage at Frankel Ave the other day with my aunts and mom. I think my veins are super tangled with and my muscles are all too tense up, the massage felt painful. Lol. Like I think she used alot of energy. Lol. But it's quite a nice place. Nice ambience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226531824389006402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhfAL_7JEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/49tOr7w1VBk/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226532023182807826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhfLwkD0xI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9Dq75NPy0jM/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226532196803741810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhfV3WhCHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/N6xaulM3cQk/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226532378273247714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhfgbYN8eI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NziExIrSpoc/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Pat Yee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226533578443542402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhgmSXHT4I/AAAAAAAAANE/7vrYRaeWyyw/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My oily body after the massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we went to sakae's sushi to eat teppanyaki. Niceeeeeee. Oh man. I'm hungry again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226533243026661410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhgSw1f4CI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yg8ZZy8nDds/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226533414187574338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhgcudcJEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1Tph4hsmBTw/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. This post is like super random. I'm just going to put whatever small lil things that happened last week all together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226534138279828914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhhG36fHbI/AAAAAAAAANM/HHjQlsShtc8/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me. Wei Wei. Pam. Poor boy can't play mahjong because of his psle. Dont worry. I promised you to give you a surprise on your birthday!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226534616841359410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhhiusckDI/AAAAAAAAANU/qEWohES8JdU/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Okay. This is getting retarded. My bro and I were so bored we add all different chocolatey stuffs in the ice-cream. Looks damn messy. Haha. &lt;p&gt;Went running ytd. Like what Shaf said. Mentally and body no kick, but ankles and knees got the kick. Lol. My ankles are killing me man. We finished 2 rounds of the reservoir and I'm alive! Happy. Wth? Whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226536300196875650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhjEtrrTYI/AAAAAAAAANk/RnBTkh-7Mr8/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taken on the bus. This guy should so totally be a model. (Yes. I'm still harping over it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of post. I have a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/4596947208901152136-945073773062411469?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/945073773062411469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=945073773062411469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/945073773062411469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/945073773062411469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/07/rubbish-post.html' title='Rubbish post'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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://bp1.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SIhfAL_7JEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/49tOr7w1VBk/s72-c/DSC00237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-4393951518654473087</id><published>2008-07-16T21:13:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:14:01.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ALMOST DIED</title><content type='html'>Omg. I had a near-death experience today. Okay. Maybe not near DEATH. But somewhere there. I went running with Shaf and Sharp at bedok reservoir just now. After I finished running, I blacked out, so I had to squat down. The moment I got up, I black out again. So I squat, stand. Squat, stand, stand, walk, squat, stand and squat again. Then Sharp supported me over to the bench (omg. I so sound like a old woman). On my way over to the bench, everything turned white. Like super bright light. I thought I was going to heaven. So scary. Cause I'm having flu and there were a few cases of sick ppl running and den collapsing. I sweat like some fountain. Never in my life (i think) have I ever sweat so much before. Furthermore I was having gastric. Plus today's running speed was crazy. Damn fast. Thats e speed you get when you run with the fittest girl in law. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT Mr Shaf is the nicest. He's damn nice. Really. When I was blacking out and felt like vomiting, he rushed over to get money and den to dont know where to buy water for me. And then he had to rush back to the bench at e reservoir. Wah. I was extremely touched. Plus he kept asking me if I'm okay and waited for me after bathing, and me being a slowpoke, I made him wait damn long. Sorry. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him what if I faint again. He said if he cant get me up, he'll call 995. -__-', even if I faint at the staircase. But he's very nice la. THANK YOU ah. Thank you!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crappy. Have to go to school tmr for stupid mbs. Hate it. During mbs tutorial ytd, I was camwhoring with Wardah.---&gt; model student of law. She's one of e kindest girl I know of so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223605206425109074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SH35QmfZglI/AAAAAAAAALk/-zIHHGynt_k/s320/1507200812422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARDAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223605316618809986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SH35XA_n8oI/AAAAAAAAALs/uRTuqaYV0q0/s320/1507200812429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223605570454954306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SH35lym4IUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3iZymJgYsLc/s320/1507200812423.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Scary. I look sad and emo. But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223605656202309954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SH35qyCo8UI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zs5gvgTGQMc/s320/1507200812426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am like THIS!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOTALLY RANDOM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223606410866898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SH36WtYstFI/AAAAAAAAAME/9uKgiBUZiZw/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My new fringe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223606512523922146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SH36coFnyuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CGt8rGyk4po/s320/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like irritating my brother when he's using the computer. =) Byeee. &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/4596947208901152136-4393951518654473087?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4393951518654473087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4393951518654473087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4393951518654473087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4393951518654473087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-almost-died.html' title='I ALMOST DIED'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SH35QmfZglI/AAAAAAAAALk/-zIHHGynt_k/s72-c/1507200812422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-3895604351971053542</id><published>2008-07-12T18:28:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:09:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo post.</title><content type='html'>Saw this girl I know ytd and was very surprised to see her with a guy whos most probably her boyfriend. Surprised as in it didnt occur to me that she'll have a bf. Im not saying that I'm damn good looking or anything but she's not exactly the best looker but neither is she ugly.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it kinda make me think alot. Like the fact that I'm single, is it because I'm that undeserving of having someone who likes me as much as I do like tt person? Or am I lacking in something? Or something about me just sucks? It just makes me feel empty and a lil inferior and a tinge of envy when I see couples. Not jealous. Just envious and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I that bad??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there was some event ytd and I participated for the first time as a business ambassador. But I only appeared on the stage for like 5 minutes and I was gone. Wear the full formal suit and make up for 5 minutes. Before that Dhar and I were slacking back stage talking crap, discussing about what to do on my birthday and when can we club and stuffs. Until the point where we didnt have any else to chat about, we played scissors paper stone. We were practically scissors paper and STONING. Our good old president Lois goh made us reach school at 12.30 when the event starts at 3. -_-'&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222093543459143362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHiaaPG-PsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FrFhy4RyIuo/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Business Ambassador badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222098281517330882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHieuBwEscI/AAAAAAAAALU/-M4tkeE-G6Q/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The handicap toilet backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222093859836130354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHiasptH9DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OJxYQjWEWyw/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222093983582898626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHiaz2spycI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GgYFELT3LMs/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222093712370547266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHiakEWlukI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6i8LOMMfwEo/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222093302761067810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHiaMOcFFSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/l89WJZJbLO8/s320/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222094307360412802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHibGs3OlII/AAAAAAAAAKM/wE2EuT3Vdh0/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222094978414078482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHibtwu46hI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2zdezhLhT_c/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222095081869725874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHibzyIo0LI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rbVtNXmeitI/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222095495889077042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHicL4eiwzI/AAAAAAAAALE/Qq0NfcLERfY/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222095356494960466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHicDxMZV1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/sbAIb4UvK4E/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222095215621614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHib7kZkrLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lGNlwhPnrLc/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went sports complex to just slack around and saw Brenda and Christine. So talk crap. Also saw the db girls. Missed all of them. Like all 6 of them are back there and I'm not. It feels weird to be left out and I feel like a little outcasted. I don't know what are the current happenings and I guessed its because i've been away for too long. But db's too taxing and I alrdy have other commitments. I know that they welcome me back. But I have other issues going on. I really hope to meet up with them soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took with Wing Yan. MY best bud in db. But I dont think I am hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222095618997708386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHicTDF7ZmI/AAAAAAAAALM/GWUxpmulF78/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched volleyball competition after that. TP rocks man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to blog about this volleyball player from nanyang poly guy's team. That guy, he's damn funny. He looks like he's in his late thirties or early forties. BUT he's still playing for the team. WTH? He's a lil plump and the main thing is that he acts like he's damn good! So anyway, he didnt get to play for the first 1 1/2 game of the match and in the middle of the first game, nanyang's coach ask for a time-out and he cheered the loudest and when time's up, I thought 'ooh, maybe I can get to see his skill'. So he walked towards the court and back to his position - at the side of the court. LOL. Also, he was the only one who did stretchings and e only one who drank water. Like he worked out alot. Towards the end of the 2nd game, finally he get to sub his team mate and SUPER enthusiastically went in. OH MY GOD. He was so enthu while waiting for the serve, his get-ready actions was damn comical. Like a crab and chimpanzee combined. But he didnt get to touch the ball at all cause tp won the second game and by the 3rd game, he was sub out alrdy. HAHA. Funny guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just a girl who's all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222094702600310786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHibdtPw0AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/N5xgq38trIQ/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&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/4596947208901152136-3895604351971053542?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/3895604351971053542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=3895604351971053542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3895604351971053542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3895604351971053542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/07/depressed.html' title='Emo post.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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://bp0.blogger.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SHiaaPG-PsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FrFhy4RyIuo/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-4124632201928692415</id><published>2008-07-02T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:33:22.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hated</title><content type='html'>Okay. I officially hate half my class. I hate that group of ppl who can't wait to rush out of the class the moment the teacher says 'that's all for..' like their gold bars at home are going to be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not the helpful kind. Seriously, unless you're my good friend, I won't help you in any way. I swear. The only way I will actually help ppl around me is like when it's to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I volunteered to print for everyone the peer teaching notes. Nobody said they don't want and majority of the class said they want it.&lt;br /&gt;SOOO, fucking cheebye half the class didn't turn up. I printed 20 set of notes, I paid for everything. So wtf am I supposed to do with the unclaimed notes? So I called the first one. Guess what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I'm on the bus alrdy leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So wth am I supposed to do with the notes you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Can you pass me on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The test is on monday and you want me to pass it you on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Er. Then tmr can pass it to me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I won't be seeing you tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one. Even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where are you? How abt the notes?&lt;br /&gt;She: Huh.. I'm REACHING home alrdy leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then the notes how?&lt;br /&gt;She: You print alrdy ah. I don't even want it leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just now I ask you whether you want the notes and to wait for me at Ilaw to collect the notes. You said okay.&lt;br /&gt;She: Got meh? I can't wait that long lah.(for the notes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like wtf la. I'm the one who collate all the notes and I'm the one who walked to lib's Eazi printing and because the queue was long, I walked to the engine school because I was afraid that ppl will have to wait too long to get e notes, fearing that they might be in a rush to go off. They are not the ones who have to do the shit job AND they complain they have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hate these ungrateful assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma. Like what Wardah says.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it taught me never to be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily there's all my other classmates who helped me. Nice peeps. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pissed with the assholes. Fuckers. Nabeh.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-4124632201928692415?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4124632201928692415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4124632201928692415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4124632201928692415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4124632201928692415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/07/hated.html' title='Hated'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-6311882076997689560</id><published>2008-07-01T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:32:00.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>Im in com lab doing nothing, challenging my teacher to lock my computer. Hoho. Boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-6311882076997689560?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/6311882076997689560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=6311882076997689560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6311882076997689560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6311882076997689560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-4923303153016096293</id><published>2008-06-24T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:55:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I get so tempted to talk to him when he's online. Cause its just a click away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can't. I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go swimming. But it's too late alrdy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-4923303153016096293?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4923303153016096293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4923303153016096293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4923303153016096293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4923303153016096293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-391202759279643701</id><published>2008-06-23T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:12:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I adore matured men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went for management meeting for my apartment ytd afternoon. Lol. The chairman is damn charming. He's like holding some high post in the army I think. He's like in his late thirties and is married and has a daughter. LOL. But he's still hot. Guys in uniform are mostly attractive. I call him dog-man cause he always walk his dog. And I can't remember his name. Nevertheless, he talked to me for the first time ytd. Haha. I like matured men. They're so charming. Like Clint Eastwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kembangan because somebody wanted to buy my dad's property there. Went back to just take a look at my old house too. My god. Missed the estate. So calm and quiet. Not like my present house. Damn noisy. Hopefully my dad can buy a new house back there, especially since I grew up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get ready for school. Byeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215110254923358706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SF_LJWE0IfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/D3HyV1Mo3zU/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My fellow classmate of 'School for Sacarsm'. Love it.&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/4596947208901152136-391202759279643701?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/391202759279643701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=391202759279643701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/391202759279643701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/391202759279643701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-adore-matured-men.html' title='I adore matured men.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SF_LJWE0IfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/D3HyV1Mo3zU/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-6140995049803505038</id><published>2008-06-21T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:53:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sch's Back. Sad.</title><content type='html'>2 weeks just flew past. Ahhh. Sadness. The next few weeks is going to be hell. Just the projects itself is enough to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to raffles country club to eat lunch ytd. The steak there is like soaked-and-then-dried up toilet paper! So tough! Lucky I have healthy teeth. Lol. After that I just practically slept the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to suntan. But unfortunately my block has this bian tai (pervert) who's a gay (he swims with another guy he leaves with in the middle of the night) and he happens to be suntanning with his white see-through trunks. Gross please. Whats worse is that he always go running with borat-style singlet and super high cut mini shorts.&lt;br /&gt;I have to make it clear that I dont spy on him! It's just that he's always appearing in front of me. And sometimes in the middle of the night you can hear splashing sounds you'll kaypoh kaypoh go check it out right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Went to the moral home with Khairun, Dhar, Pam(!!!WOW!!! I KNOW!! PRINCESS DOING VOLUNTARY WORK!!) and my brother with Khairun's sis and friend to do some voluntary work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from ecp. Went rollerblading with my bro and I'm damn tired now. But I ate 2 donuts. Fatty shit in my body now. Anyway, I saw this cute guy rollerblading his dog. (walk his dog but he's rollerblading?) And he smiled and nod his head at me. =) Now I'm not tired anymore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to my grandparent's/cousin's house soon. Time to squeeze blackheads for Pam. LOL. I get the kick out of squeezing ppl's blackheads. Its not an addiction. Just fav past time, haha, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go watch the sunset by the beach. So beautiful. Sunset's much better than sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-6140995049803505038?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/6140995049803505038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=6140995049803505038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6140995049803505038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/6140995049803505038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/06/schs-back-sad.html' title='Sch&apos;s Back. Sad.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-719538352383623666</id><published>2008-06-12T20:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:30:31.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Best Friend.</title><content type='html'>Went to Parkway to meet Sherlene for lunch and for some retail therapy. Omg. Didnt see her for like a million years. Miss her like some crazy shit man. Bought lots of food with her. Went Giant and ntuc to just walk up and down the titbits section. LOL.&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;Anyway, we went delifrance to eat lunch. Quite filling. Should have went to the cafe near G2. Sigh. REGRET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210973729396284178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEY_3qO2xI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Lz6JfAQk2RM/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210973842854358226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEZGeUvrNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IEv7Gjc4URY/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210973935110530658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEZL2AVJmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7DYuN9dw9Rs/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She using her phone to dodge my phone. She's cam-shy ah. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jumbo at Dempsey's the other night after the run. Ambience was super nice. Damn serene and quiet. Feels like Australia. Lots of other nice restaurants there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975036835872002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEaL-QHvQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PeW-gtWPba0/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975138034350386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEaR3Pt-TI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jwnn0D2cX9k/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975253462022018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEaYlP0d4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/B6ggGUIWLRk/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seafooooood. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975735473900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEa0o4aC1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/kv-oJpSX93I/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They gave us this pretty wrapped up thing which has 2 chocolates. For being some loyal customer. Lol. -_-' But its really sweet though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210975361721903682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEae4i_KkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AZMzi0p7rys/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Genting on Saturday for fun. A damn last minute decision. Hopefully shopping there is fruitful. Wanna get more accessories and clothes! Just sick of the loooooong car trip there. Such a waste of time AND I get carsick like nobody's business and therefore I need to prepare alot of sour plums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to charge my camera now. Au revoir. Eh eh eh. I learned french before okay (even though my grade sucked). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I miss being crazy with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210986604485619954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEktTGvMPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hYAEm2kZUnI/s320/DSCF0645%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4596947208901152136-719538352383623666?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/719538352383623666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=719538352383623666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/719538352383623666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/719538352383623666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/06/longest-best-friend.html' title='Longest Best Friend.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SFEY_3qO2xI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Lz6JfAQk2RM/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-7417290762187359295</id><published>2008-06-08T17:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:20:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Run</title><content type='html'>The run was super taxing. My knee injury is torturous. Just feel like sleeping the whole day through. Sigh. Was just this close to top 10. I guess I'll just try harder next year or maybe I'll join the Stand Chart run this year. But it's a good experience though. Don't feel well now. Wardah says maybe it's because of the mouldy tau sah pia I ate last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209448549077425122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SEut2sNvG-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ezGLLFfNaNM/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209455991434364962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SEu0n5J5yCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5vw5yzB1TzA/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabeh. I have to really complain about it. The chicken nugget bakery sold me mouldy tau sah pia. Wth. I ate it on the same day okay. I didnt look when I was eating it cause I was watching tv and then there was some sour disgusting taste. I thought traditional ones are supposed to taste like crap so anyway, my mother ate another one and there was some black spots in that. And she told me it's mould. Dammit. The whole day later I had bad stomach cramps and diarrhoea 500 000 times. SHIT right! I kept both and wanted to lodge a complaint to NEA and make them 2nd prima deli but my mother said i was mean and secretly threw it away into the rubbish chute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ytd I was at my grandparent's/cousin's house and I look through some super old photos. Here are some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209448956596403874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SEuuOaV1PqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oTK8UVQ8KnI/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My aunties and uncles with my mom in the middle and my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209449297698247698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SEuuiRC2VBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-wPXai_iR1o/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandparents. My grandma's gown damn style. (not being sacarstic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. And this is what I gave my grandparents for their anniversary. Nothing expensive, but I figured that it's the thoughts that counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209450724496779570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SEuv1USIKTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KZn6Iq0iTzc/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boring. I wanna go sleep alrdy. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4596947208901152136-7417290762187359295?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/7417290762187359295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=7417290762187359295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7417290762187359295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/7417290762187359295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/06/passion-run.html' title='Passion Run'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SEut2sNvG-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ezGLLFfNaNM/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-4079903175186093979</id><published>2008-06-08T13:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:08:34.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because no one understands. Nobody cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why should I even give a fuck about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-4079903175186093979?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/4079903175186093979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=4079903175186093979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4079903175186093979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/4079903175186093979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/06/because.html' title='Because'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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-4596947208901152136.post-704903357627109745</id><published>2008-06-06T22:54:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:21:51.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After What Seems Like a 1000 Yrs</title><content type='html'>Lol. I'm back after what seems like a thousand years. Finally mid-sem test is over. BUT family law killed me totally. So dead now. Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just some posts about past events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Dora and Clarisse to celebrate Dora's birthday. We went to Vivo Marche to eat. Last time I ate at Marche was like 3 yrs ago? Gossip about werid people in school. LOL. As usual. I mean like thats what you get when you put 3 girls together right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The portion of food don't look huge but they are! Ate till I got indigestion. Ah. Thats how full I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208784575866344754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElR-XQMFTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6DamfXnLpf4/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Main course? Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208784983888237890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElSWHQMFUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y3kCh69SeYw/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dessert. Caramel is super yummy. =) Thats what three of us shared. Looks lil but not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208785847176664402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElTIXQMFVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_8Jykrooxoc/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Posing at the marche cow. Lol. We asked the security guard to help us take picture. Security guard damn cute. Not handsome cute. The strangely kind of cute. Because when he help us take picture (in the dark. DUH) the flash light came on and he was like AMAZED and said "Wah. Will like that one ah. Oh.. Oh.." Funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786057630061922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElTUnQMFWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zNcphdaumIs/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Camwhoring everywhere we go, even in the toilet. There's a small urinal bowl for small boys but Dora said it's for trannys. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786530076464514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElTwHQMFYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/93YvlJ8lYYw/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The three of us in the cab after walking 214357548 miles to get one. Like some after-dinner marathon. Oops. Dora's face got cut off. Sorry babe! Sent over your perfect picture to me soon k. I had to use my phone to take the pictures ALL BECAUSE my mom took the memory card out of my camera - making me bring an empty camera. *&amp;amp;*^$##$*&amp;amp;#^@ right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208787784206914962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElU5HQMFZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/O1jljWJwELE/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dora. The Birthday Girl looking freakily holy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. Extremely Sweet. Dinner celebration at Paramount hotel. Don't have the pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me is attached and getting super lovey dovey. The Worst thing is, they tell me ALL about it. Not that I don't want to listen to their happiness but well. It's kinda making me envious. I want someone too!! Sigh. Forget it. I'm just crapping rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208792925282768290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElZkXQMFaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/svoI1S6TYAc/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A random picture of my grandparents and us cousins. Quite some time ago though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super full from dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208793621067470258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElaM3QMFbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oE-SgxrpKpQ/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My half eaten seafood platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, 4th June's my bestest longest friend's birthday! Proudly presenting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208796700559021506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SEldAHQMFcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tGzulMwf38I/s320/Sherlene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SHERLENE. Sorry I don't have your photo. Well we've never exactly taken a photo. The only photo I took with you was when we were primary 3 and it was your birthday party. So I had to rip from your friendster account. Lol. Nevertheless, I love you babe. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Meet up soon so I can pass you the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208797452178298322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SEldr3QMFdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jdjDTWS8uGk/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally Irrelevant : Heart bitten out of a pandan bread. I was bored from studying what!&lt;br /&gt;LOve is in the Air!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm going for passion run on Sunday. Feeling excited about it alrdy. Although its only 10km, I hope I can like finish it within my targetted timing. Tell you about it on Monday or something. =) Bye. Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I think I saw him. But I'm not sure if I got the right person. I don't know.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-704903357627109745?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/704903357627109745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=704903357627109745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/704903357627109745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/704903357627109745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-what-seems-like-1000-yrs.html' title='After What Seems Like a 1000 Yrs'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SElR-XQMFTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6DamfXnLpf4/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-3832794833510310314</id><published>2008-05-24T22:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:23:19.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Thanks to the esprit shopping ytd, my wallet is FLAT. Please let me find a hundred dollar note on the floor. Hey. I'm not greedy okay. At least I didnt ask for a thousand. =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos from my cousin's graduation. Obviously I'm not going to upload those pics that doesnt have me. Well. This IS MY BLOG WHAT. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203959217232839170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDgtVhjIggI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ar24xYysD08/s320/CIMG1461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203959955967214098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDguAhjIghI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YtEpnCqP1tQ/s320/CIMG1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Since its her graduation, I'll just post a picture of her thats glamorous for ONCE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203960488543158818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDgufhjIgiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/z80f83zxwfE/s320/CIMG1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The 3 older girls from our generation. I had NO idea I had a smell. Lol. Why the hell is she slanting away from me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203961064068776498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDgvBBjIgjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vAJdhfyM3mU/s320/CIMG1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Pammy - my love. HAHA. -_-' Sorry. Lame. Just had the sudden urge to say that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203961609529623106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDgvgxjIgkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/z4U3y8jBa0Y/s320/CIMG1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I swear I'm nice. But her friend who took this pic must hate me alot to cut me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203962103450862162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDgv9hjIglI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7USDBJFVCTQ/s320/CIMG1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NICE. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye. I'm going to eat supper. &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/4596947208901152136-3832794833510310314?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/3832794833510310314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=3832794833510310314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3832794833510310314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3832794833510310314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDgtVhjIggI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ar24xYysD08/s72-c/CIMG1461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-3977716845349793842</id><published>2008-05-22T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:01:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gave U-Art a miss today because of my cousin's graduation. What the SHIT. Came to school early in e morning because of bloody basic entreprenuer make up lesson when i could have went to school at like 2pm and have more of my beauty sleep. @#$%%$#^&amp;amp;%$. The useless lesson was like full of crappy rubbish stories probably imagined by my tutor and to hear business idea like social escort services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to mensa with my aunt(Pam's mother) and Bixuan to eat lunch before proceeding to the TCC under the sweltering heat for her graduation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously hate principal's speech. Always the cure for insomia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like the photographer of the day for my cousin. Helping her take pictures with her friends. Go for her graduation and still help her take photos. You are damn lucky you have me man. LOL. You owe me big time anyway I tell you. You better do the same when its my turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think too much walking under and away from the sun has made me sick. I'm not really feeling well now. I'm going to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203201284354114034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDV8ABjIgfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_IXmtXgGp0M/s320/DSCF0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm really enjoying putting up unglam photos of you. LOSL!(Laugh Out Super Loud)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CONGRATS! YOU'VE FINALLY GRADUATED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just shows how old you are alrdy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-3977716845349793842?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/3977716845349793842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=3977716845349793842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3977716845349793842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/3977716845349793842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/05/pams-graduation.html' title='Pam&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDV8ABjIgfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_IXmtXgGp0M/s72-c/DSCF0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-5454098393316260979</id><published>2008-05-20T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:06:01.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesak Day.</title><content type='html'>I spent my Vesak day by waking up at 9.30! in the morning. (Sounds damn tiring. I know.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with my family to macs for breakfast. Pam came to join us. The breakfast ALMOST sold out man! I swear I'll strangle the macs worker if she didnt find my hotcakes. But she did. So thats very good. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wanting to eat macs breakfast since so many weeks ago when i was learning yoga with Pam and while the instructor was chanting "no external thoughts", I was thinking of what to eat for breakfast. Hah. But the lesson ends at 11.30. Depressing. We were planning of sneaking off to the toilet at 10.50 to order mcdelivery. I guess we were too lazy. Hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macs should have breakfast meals available at every time of the day right. Usually my cravings for macs breakfast occurs in the middle of the night. So like even at 3am in the morning, I still can have my hotcakes! Yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den we went home so I could bathe and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to cathay to watch Made of Honor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202490939350625554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDL18gMurRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yi4JrqcV3PA/s320/made+of+honor" width="156" border="0" /&gt; Not too bad. Although the storyline is predictable, its sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to marina square after that to buy my cardigan and we got hungry. Lol. We were considering kenny rogers or thai express. We decided on the latter. We shared a hotpot. The soup was super nice. Or is it everything taste good when you're hungry? Sotong was uh. Sour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494306604985634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDL5AgMurSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0IGC12DXZl0/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202494551418121522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDL5OwMurTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mAePEVETbXY/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sorry for the unflattering picture. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl (above). Although she was nice enough to offer to help me keep my NEWLY BOUGHT cardigan, she left it at Thai Express when she was packing her bag.  Luckily we realised it when I saw this girl wearing a matrix length black cardigan. So we fast walk all the way there. The staff there kept it for me. Thank you whoever you are.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we went home after that for dinner. She went back to her own home and I went back to mine. Ate with my parents only because my brother went on the Singapore Flyer. Its damn quiet without him around. Peace. Tranquility. Serenity. Ok. maybe I exaggerated a lil. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202495049634327874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDL5rwMurUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/450DX6aeYIo/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Random picture of our matching armani glasses and adidas watch. =)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202495487720992082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDL6FQMurVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Cz0YKztODGM/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS DING! P.S. Nicole. I can hear your shrieking laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4596947208901152136-5454098393316260979?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/5454098393316260979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=5454098393316260979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5454098393316260979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/5454098393316260979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/05/vesak-day.html' title='Vesak Day.'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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/_5bnOGdDlcok/SDL18gMurRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yi4JrqcV3PA/s72-c/made+of+honor' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4596947208901152136.post-904067364062307204</id><published>2008-05-16T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:37:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed to the MAX</title><content type='html'>Im super pissed because my phone is not charged at ALL! After charging for like what. 10 hrs? Now i need to recharge for another 10 hrs. Dammit dammit dammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this sony ericsson phone is driving me crazy. Feel like smashing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have gotten N95.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4596947208901152136-904067364062307204?l=vannie-lla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/feeds/904067364062307204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4596947208901152136&amp;postID=904067364062307204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/904067364062307204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4596947208901152136/posts/default/904067364062307204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannie-lla.blogspot.com/2008/05/pissed-to-max.html' title='Pissed to the MAX'/><author><name>.vanessa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09018619695273517931</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>
