<?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-18071207</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:29:51.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance up a storm</title><subtitle type='html'>quirky. fiesty. opinionated. techno dummy. suspected anti-techie.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113924065718105549?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113924065718105549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113924065718105549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113924065718105549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113924065718105549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-annoying-why-are-my-recent-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113863199489768189</id><published>2006-01-30T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T06:39:55.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;br /&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;br /&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;br /&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.--james blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's just tears and rain.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113863199489768189?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113863199489768189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113863199489768189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113863199489768189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;wished i didnt call .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113820481922334384?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113820481922334384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113820481922334384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113820481922334384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113820481922334384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-it-when-guy-doesnt-stand-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113818021406195696</id><published>2006-01-25T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:13:41.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;it's been exactly 10 years since.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u thought u were too cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought u were aloof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's taken long, but 5 years on from then i see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my value aint what u judge and deem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much of it, but none introspect on ur part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant u see the lives u've hurt and torn apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disregarded, pushed aside or being condemned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one by one u've left jaded those who thought of u as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except maybe, them apples of ur eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who may shield u but they can be quite blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the oblivious of course, since they weren't subjected to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 10 years 10 years on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u still think u're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we've lost respect for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now older and wiser,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still healing from what u and ur aides have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we see a harsh people-depreciating tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that makes u feel better,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we're sorry for u pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u aint have that effect on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember, self introspection first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before u move to remove the speck from ur brothers' or sisters' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes it's u, sadly the person whom everyone detest now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;disclaimer: the author is merely expressing her view and has no intention or motive whatsoever to condemn or offend anyone or any organisation living or dead. any offence taken is regretted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113818021406195696?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113818021406195696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113818021406195696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113818021406195696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113818021406195696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-exactly-10-years-since.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113817630027939061</id><published>2006-01-24T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:08:54.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them species of greater faith??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cringe at the thought of having eaten ants together with my bah kua. eew, that's gross, i thought. so i've discovered ants crawling towards my bah kua, them buggers! u bet i kicked up a commotion, yelling for my dad to kill them all. (oh that i'll admit i am a typical gal) but give me lizards any day and there'll be no such commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what amused me was the conversation with daddy. it was as follows.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: dad how do u keep the bah kua ants free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ya u used to place them on top of a bowl sitting in a larger bowl of water right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: yes but after some time the ants still managed to get to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ??!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: yup they swim through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh arent they supposed to drown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: no they find this layer of suspended dust and air particles and they wade through it just right above the water surface. especially if ur water has been a day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: omg, u're kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: im serious, i'd observed them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: (laughs) so u see, they are of greater faith than us. bcoz they believed and walked on water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ............................. maybe they just evolved. after all it's survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we proceeded to ensure no ants were on our bah kua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113817630027939061?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113817630027939061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113817630027939061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113817630027939061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113817630027939061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2006/01/them-species-of-greater-faith-i-cringe.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113817525617500373</id><published>2006-01-24T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:47:36.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;too much is just too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be resting at home but instead i find myself cleaning the house in bid to contribute to the "good daughter" title. now with a pounding headache and a bad backache, im wondering if i should have even lifted a finger in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 5 hours of cleaning, i've found.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough old foodstuff to feed an army of hungry kids. of course, that would result in mass tummyache too. throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much old clothes. throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless containers and waterbottles that date back to my kinder days. courtesy of my ex maid. throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons and tons of canned abalone, vacuum-packed abalone, dried abalone... enough to feed a mini starving nation. i wonder where did those ever come from, not that i exactly like them. keep.&lt;br /&gt;they should stock up on scallops and lobsters though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of shoes. belonging to mummy. and i still cant rival her shoe count. whatever her excuse for them, i'll still chirp "look ma, i've got less shoes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, this is a generation of excess, like a certain someone would say.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113808896920849857</id><published>2006-01-23T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:50:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wonder................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;outwardly high maintenance OR emotionally high maintenance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shd start a blogpoll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which would the ladies pick and which would guys rather??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since im not much of a high-strung personality, i would root for outwardly high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, it's ok to spend within the earning capability (which of course has to be huge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a job. fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113808896920849857?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113808896920849857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113808896920849857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113808896920849857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113808896920849857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113808792858153252</id><published>2006-01-23T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:06:07.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;public transport? no thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my misadventures while mrt-ing to work are too numerous! weird guys staring at me from head to toe, pple just cant stand straight but can only stand at an angle to the ground, bad BO, irritating rebonded hair girls who keep flicking their hair into my face, stepping on toes.. the list goes on and but these are the least of my annoyance to put me off public transport. seriously, given the erp, yet another erp, ridiculous parking fees and the jam, i would very much rather drive. seriously do not. thrive. in. those conditions. my biggest disappointment is with those who are really impolite, to say the least. men push and shove and dont even apologize when they hit u, people crowding the entrance of the mrt without even letting others alight first, even aunties and uncles who for some unknown reason, simply have to walk into u and push u hard even though there's like miles of space around. wow, so much for a country that can qualify as first-world. how annoying! any efforts in educating to bring change may prove futile, i believe, unless they are grounded in rehab institution for lack of courtesy. the surprising bit? even some execs behave like that too, though they make up a small portion. what harrowing experience and a friend said this is what it means to be singaporean. im starting to wonder if this is what defines the singapore culture. i guess it's hard to adapt back huh? kudos to pple who still give way to alighting passengers and apologize when in the wrong. and guys who do not push or shove pple around. afterall, it's the charm of good ol'fashion manners and courtesy that earns the respect. and like i'd said, i think im can be a prissyass sometimes so if u'll excuse me, i've gotta work out how many ends to cut in order to afford my own transport+++ in future if i shd decide to return for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113808792858153252?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113808792858153252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113808792858153252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113808792858153252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113808792858153252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2006/01/public-transport-no-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113808601927309319</id><published>2006-01-23T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:52:14.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;out on M C , please try again later.. or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been making a mental note each day to blog about the whimsical things that amused me but at the end of it was someone too tired to sit by the laptop. with a less than perfect memory by the end of the week too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weeks have been filled with hectic work life,meeting up with friends and catching up with family, amidst a futile attempt in getting some shopping and pedi done before cny. it finally took an mc to start blogging again and i've concluded that it'll be hard to blog once i start for real. yea i like the sound of that. the pressing need and desire to transit from "depend-on-daddymummy"to "i-earn-my-keep", especially now that im adultish.... and like my twin and i put it, we better earn a whole lot of moolah to be able to fuel our wants. and heck, of course my mc is legit. i dont get paid for missing work hokay! had to draw what seemed like a gallon of blood as i casually joked about how my doctor's syringe seemed to be increasing in size with every visit before she admitted those were the large sized ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others lose weight when they're sick. but from the way i'm progressing with food, i'll be a balloon too soon. the usual. i need to lose weight! tone up! whatever u call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the much needed rest..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113808601927309319?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071207.post-113699603819661093</id><published>2006-01-11T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:13:58.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4436/1759/640/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4436/1759/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they call me the potato-kiah. i prefer to think of it as someone who loves western food. ok so maybe italian, mexican, french.... aint western but u get what i mean? and so on yet another glorious heavy downpour public holiday, my family decided to get tog at angus! yes, i ate salad. but caesar salad aint healthy. it's far from that in fact! im disappointed they didnt have anchovies like the caesars in melb : ( and i hated the chicken coz it was breast meat! dis-gus-ting! urgghh.. but t'was the company of the family + chad that i enjoyed the most! nothing beats the family....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113699603819661093?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113699603819661093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4436/1759/640/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4436/1759/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gastronomical delights! it's been all about food, food and more food. a pity my cam died on me a couple of times thus the limited pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zion road's prawn noodles char kuay tiao.. i hate it!  my fav sambal sting ray teh tarik ice cream  carl's jr is fantastic! im so glad they finally have it in spore!! beef chilli fries  portabello mushroom burger  my funny burger chad thinks paris hilton is no big deal. he can act sexy too... haha!  yummy mushrooms!! an enjoyment!  i told u size DOES matter!  uh.. low carb option? would that be multigrain burgers? yucks!  guacamole bacon burger??!!  tempting durian cake covered with choco fudge! by far the best!  darling and i  check out the pounds i've piled on these weeks......&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113699561696573592?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113699561696573592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113699561696573592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4436/1759/320/collage2.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never liked creamy stuff. except black angus' potato soup. oohhh.. check out the bacon bits!&lt;br /&gt;wild west onion. tangy! delicious! but contributed to an extra pound......... recently chad has been suffering from a spate of 'lets-b-adventurous-in-ordering-n-get-not-so-yummy-stuff' events and he can only look on enviously at my delicious food!!! i love ribs! he says im greedy but then i caught him being even greedier let me show u what great food i've ordered sheepish look as i managed to stop myself from being caught devouring my ribs my delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black angus was yummilicious!!! chad n i both ate so much that we could barely walk..... simply love public holidays now that there's work... ; ) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4436/1759/160/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pepper rice. we actually paid to cook our own meal.. haa. and mr darling was so famished that he dived right into 'playing' with the food, so he says! but surprisingly, it's not too bad. :)&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113699423975507056?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071207.post-113605269558650619</id><published>2005-12-31T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:11:35.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's all be done woo woooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairdresser said soft perming, i said no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shd have said no when i was persuaded not to cut my hair short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, it's feeling good that matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hair issue is such a disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im irked by how little attention was paid to cutting my hair as she rushed ard like a headless chicken bcoz of i dunno wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall see what i can salvage tmr if not it's back to another for the chop! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113605269558650619?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113605269558650619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113605269558650619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113605269558650619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113605269558650619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-all-be-done-woo-woooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;break time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find that holidays are especially precious once i start working. these three days have been enriching and for once i dont actually resent working. perhaps it's the great environment, nice colleagues or pretty building, even certain menial tasks can seem meaningful. these few days have been mad, rushing about to get things in order before the closing year. BUT I LIKE IT! i love the rush, the business. and for those of u who are still clueless, i've changed environment.. im now a so-called 'shenton way lady' in training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's no joke trying to find something professional and appropriate to wear each morning. the dressing is &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; standard that it hurts. i would like to add a bit of creativity but to deter from the norm in such an industry is pushing it. what i didnt expect was dressdown fri to be the worst of my worries. something causal yet chic, but preferably no jeans.. arrgghhh.. which explains how i looked totally wrong today, or so i think. plus the terrible spore heat, pants aint exactly such a good idea. this only means I NEED TO SHOP for working clothes and i vow to look better than standardized. plus, my feet look like they've been through a war with one another. the plaster coverage is huge! cover shoes really can be a pain, no pun intended.. hee.. so i've decided on open-toes, although like mich, i feel it looks &lt;em&gt;waay&lt;/em&gt; less professional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been hectic, but the relatively frequent mention of paris makes work a little more chic and glam. although some pple in the dept arent exactly very friendly, hopefully it'll get better with time, just like how this other temp xinda surprised me with his friendliness; i didnt think he was friendly at all and vice versa i guess. it seems im only a little closer to pple when they/me will be leaving? so right now i've no one close to my age to relate to. tragic. anyhoos, mr big boss is a cheerful charming chatty man with a hearty laugh, while boss, whom i met today, was as they'd described, an accountant type. my colleague opp me struck me as familiar but when i was told that he used to be a citibanker, my reaction was NO WAY! he doesnt look it.... that spoilt my image of the typical potatoed citibanker. i mean, he aint bad but he aint erm..... how should i put it, citibank, either? but plus points to him for liking green, so i have been told by this colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know quite how to react when told by some of my colleagues that i dont strike them as an accountant.. im more &lt;em&gt;law&lt;/em&gt;, so they claim. apparently its the way i talk, dress, my style. er... shd i take that as a compliment, no? and while explaining the whole jazz again, a great idea actually struck me. shhh... it shall remain a secret. dont probe, dont ask dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, this is really the last place i would expect to get some shopping done but amazingly at day3, i've acquired a few kooky pieces, to say the least, at downright reasonable price! heck, i've even made a successful bargain attempt by myself. a small but nevertheless proud achievement. it's one small step for the closet bargain queen, one giant leap for me! and yes, HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18071207.post-113561130604370723</id><published>2005-12-26T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T07:35:06.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something to chew on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone found this &lt;a href="http://www.endofworld.net/"&gt;interesting site&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer:if u find this offending/ get offended easily, dont watch. the author has no intention whatsoever to offend or discriminate anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113561130604370723?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071207.post-113561007420796457</id><published>2005-12-26T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T07:29:47.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;U'll think twice after this..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hilarious. courteousy of Bobby the man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nimbus.per.sg/upload/3ug3n3/lotrtruthordare.gif"&gt;LOTR's&lt;/a&gt; truth or dare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113561007420796457?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113561007420796457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113561007420796457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113561007420796457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113561007420796457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/ull-think-twice-after-this.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113560971111971624</id><published>2005-12-26T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T07:08:31.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ripped this off jo's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm 70%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start off with 100% and minus off 1% for each thing that has happened to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked.&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died.&lt;br /&gt;Been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Had sex.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.&lt;br /&gt;Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;Been verbally/sexually harassed.&lt;br /&gt;Verbally sexually harassed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Been to prom.&lt;br /&gt;Cried at school.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking.&lt;br /&gt;Given a lap dance.&lt;br /&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.&lt;br /&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Went scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;Driven a car.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten an xray.&lt;br /&gt;Hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;Had a party.&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Played strip poker.&lt;br /&gt;Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;Watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;Made porn.&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;Been in love.&lt;br /&gt;Frenched kissed.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br /&gt;Been online for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br /&gt;Watched an animal die.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a person die.&lt;br /&gt;Had sex and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.&lt;br /&gt;Pranked somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed somebody of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed goth.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed preppy.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a motocross race.&lt;br /&gt;Avoided somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Been stalked.&lt;br /&gt;Stalked someone.&lt;br /&gt;Met a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;Played an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;Ridden a horse.&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong ditched somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;Got caught stealing something.&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a guy in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with your friend's crush.&lt;br /&gt;Got arrested.&lt;br /&gt;Been pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Babysat.&lt;br /&gt;Been to another country.&lt;br /&gt;Started your house on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Had an encounter with a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;br /&gt;Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd to be asked out by.&lt;br /&gt;Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on your ass all day.&lt;br /&gt;Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Had a job.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten cut from a sports team.&lt;br /&gt;Been called a whore.&lt;br /&gt;Danced like a whore.&lt;br /&gt;Been mistaken for a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;Been told you have beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;br /&gt;Raped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Danced in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected.&lt;br /&gt;Walked out of a restaurant without paying.&lt;br /&gt;Punched someone/slapped someone in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113560971111971624?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113560971111971624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113560971111971624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113560971111971624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113560971111971624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/ripped-this-off-jos-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113556723109217901</id><published>2005-12-25T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:30:15.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas this year was a different one. instead of hurrying abt trying to find friends in church, i've gone there present-less because no one in the right mind would wake up so early to attend the 830 service right? wrong. at 815, there was a long queue outside waiting to get into the church. thankfully chad drove because i could have died trying to squeeze and reverse park a la trinity way. the church that causes traffic jam on sunday mornings, according to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we initially wanted to go for drinks but orchard was terribly jammed that we decided to move on to robertson quay instead. newsroom bar was an amusing place and very unlike the crowd i would expect at newsroom bar. coupled with a few entertaining amusements from some pple there, the count down was fantastic although the crowd wasnt exactly our type. we even had free shots. were we glad that chad was there to care for us! hee put a ******** amt of alcohol plus lack of sleep tog and u'll get one blur driver who didnt notice that the car in front was turning left and almost caused an accident on christmas day (me of course, not chad). other than that, everything else was a blast. great christmas lunch, seeing all the relatives and a fantastic big prawn noodle dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my tiramisu was extremely well received. thank you to u!&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113474124557266055</id><published>2005-12-16T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:54:05.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some friends are just toxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im glad u called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before my relief turned into horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a drama. cant it be salvaged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with sadness, i guess this is goodbye then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113474124557266055?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113474124557266055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113474124557266055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113474124557266055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113474124557266055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-friends-are-just-toxic.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113473733297355235</id><published>2005-12-16T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T04:48:52.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's annoying and very disappointing that sporeans have to pay 100bucks to enter the casino! like hello, that's the taxpayers' money used to build and we are denied the right to enter just like the others? i understand that some people may argue that that's all for the protection of singaporeans, that it'll act as a deterrence to gambling. but a mere charge of 100bucks wont deter the die-hard gamblers and instead deny curious singaporeans the right of seeing what their money has produced. imagine how idiotic and uncool singaporeans would look when we talk to our friends/classmates from elsewhere and they were to ask abt the casino. what are we to say? " erm... actually i've never been inside there because i feel that 100bucks charged on us singaporeans to enter the casino is ridiculous and i refuse to pay"???? i bet they would think we're morons. it's like paying for ur hotel room but unable to use it. or buying a tv and having to pay to watch. and i dont even condone any slight form of gambling mind you. if they really want to put a deterrence, they could always impose a fee on singaporeans who change their cash to chips. i mean u hafta get chips to even start gambling? and producing the id aint an issue even because u hafta have ur id to enter the casino! if it's the crowding out of the casino that is feared, well, it cant be that fantastic a casino if it cant deal with the crowd, would it? i fear the 'fantastic' impression that foreigners will get of singaporeans if this rule isnt revised. we wouldnt look too good, would we? and now if u'll excuse me, i have to mentally prepare myself for how terribly silly i'll look in future when talking to foreigners about singapore's casino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113473733297355235?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113473733297355235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113473733297355235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113473733297355235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113473733297355235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-annoying-and-very-disappointing.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113473699458191395</id><published>2005-12-16T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T05:51:17.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i proceed in life i find that our views diverge so much that it's hard to agree anymore. whatever happened to childhood friends grow old together? i didnt know that u'll take such an offence. i guess that the truth is always painful? disappointed that u cancelled out on today. if it pleases u, i've deleted it. but i cant be deleting my posts forever just for u. my blog is my space to speak my mind. i guess im not the nice ole girl u once knew who can be pushed around and taken for granted. i'll be here whenever, should u want to talk again but i'll never delete my posts for u ever again. and to brandon, im sorry i backed out today on wala's. wasnt feeling good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i still have some problems with reverse park.. it's hilarious to drive to somewhere only to let daddy do the parking! and driving to pasir ris and back was a fun experience! ah wee, i bet i can beat ur record in mastering that route! im glad that my bro's back, all tanned and manly. very &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt;............ hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113473699458191395?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113473699458191395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113473699458191395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113473699458191395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113473699458191395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-i-proceed-in-life-i-find-that-our.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113449314208856989</id><published>2005-12-13T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T09:03:17.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what's with the tag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here goes. interesting or otherwise lies in the eye of the beholder. the 5 things about me (imho) are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. angie is the short for angeline. it's fine to shorten my name, but i can get pretty annoyed when pple repeatedly change my name to angela, angelina, angelique. what's so difficult about angeline that they dont get it? stick with angie then, but pls, do NOT call me engine (u'll be surprised how many pple have already done it. thankfully not sporeans though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i think karaoke should be 'banned'. it's unhealthy, boring, expensive. sorry babes i do not share ur passion for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. didnt like chinese food until trinity year and i can eat pasta like there's no tomorrow. i've never ever spoken singlish until my first year at uni... when i got to know those guys. im what-they-would-call a "kan tan" but at least im not one of those who value angmohs more than asians. not all things angmoh is necessarily better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i think girls with short hair are sexier than girls with long hair. hey, it's that much harder to pull short hair off! and i do respect those guys who like girls with short hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i do not like chocolates (but i do not hate them either), which explains why im never excited/keen about it like the bulk of my fellow species. unless u're talking about white chocs which is technically not chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now am i supposed to tag someone too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113449314208856989?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113449314208856989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113449314208856989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113449314208856989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113449314208856989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-with-tag-ok-so-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113448972916435799</id><published>2005-12-13T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:12:03.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dumbo brandon! didnt even inform me abt ur christmas party! tsk tsk if not for beth.. oh oops.. maybe im secretly not wanted :( if u are reading this, u've gotta teach me the art of mahjong soon so i can finally master it for good and play into the night and win all ur moolah.. muahahaha then i can go on a mega shopping spree again! btw ive got a bottle of vodka to spare but gotta check w my bro first. i see ur popularity with the female species has no signs of waning, in fact it seemed u've very in demand? and wth has hans gone to? is he dead or something? newaes let me know if we're to bring food. i. uh. will try. uh. to uh. cook up something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, we just stumbled across this fcuk tee that says "i dont cook and i dont clean"-nicole richie. absolutely love it! maybe i should get it so jan n mich will stop calling me domesticated. that's such a spoiler term for my rep y'know! im perturbed by how dan ican think of nicole richie as a bimbo. i mean who on earth is called stupid for capitalising on her looks n fame and charge ridiculous fees to be at a party and i mean &lt;em&gt;party&lt;/em&gt; party! i happen to think she is damn smart and hot (of coz now, not her skanky look in the past). i probably wouldnt mind if im making that much money by partying hard. ben said she appealed to my bimbotic fantasies. right, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping in town is threatening to do too much damage to my trusty little plastic friend. a kate spade bag, fendi watch, a tag watch, boss dress, more tees and bikinis from num and probably 101 things from song&amp;amp;kelly. it's not much really. sadly i dont believe in santa so my good girl record this year has gone to waste huh? urgghh i foresee myself getting lectured for burning a hole in the credit. heck it, christmas is a good excuse to dig out my dancing heels, put on some makeup and party the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw im surprised by the tag by a num SA. uh, didnt really expect my blog to be visited, considering they had this adopting thingy going on waaay back in sept. ok a tad bit embarassing. oh btw the tees are called goodbye kitty and if anyone ever knows if more stock for the sushi one will come in soon let me know k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;i miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113448972916435799?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113448972916435799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113448972916435799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113448972916435799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113448972916435799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/dumbo-brandon-didnt-even-inform-me-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113439863970122541</id><published>2005-12-12T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T06:50:27.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vroom vroom varoom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told repeatedly by friends that driving in spore is hard. stressful. em.. i reckon it's not so much driving (i find it so much easier to drive in spore) but parking in spore! the fugging parking lots are freaking narrow and reverse park is such a pain in the ass that after 15mins of coaching from daddy i still cant quite get it. no wonder they said that aussie drivers are terrible. how true! given that i've passed with my relatively poor driving with less than a mth of learning. now that surprised even my instructor who never failed to remind me that it'll be great if i can pass and how i shd have started at least another mth earlier. haa! smack right in his face! peisi! but i hafta give him credit for being patient and charging cheaper than market rate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy thinks that my driving is fine; that was until he witnessed my parking, which was totally like kena sai. and he wonders how i've even passed. ah, see daddy, the carparks in oz are much wider and we dont ever reverse park! and mum wont let me drive her to cell. hmmpphhfff... it's ok daddy's trust alone is gd enuf for moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agenda for the mth: conquer parking esp reverse park. it's no use to be able to drive to somewhere in the comfort of the car but not be able to park, is it? or maybe i cld get cute strangers to help me park but that would make me seem useless and perpetuate the horrible social stereotype of "ladies=lousy drivers". next up, aggressiveness on the road. yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only then can i shop till my knees go weak and dump everything inside the big boot instead of taxi-ing or relying on poor daddy to constantly come fetch me from town. i hate taking the mrt and buses; they're such a pain. im spoilt, so what? if u have a problem with that u jolly well deal with it urself. right now im trying to get daddy to buy an integra, red one pls! but progress is painfully pessimistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113439863970122541?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113439863970122541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113439863970122541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113439863970122541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113439863970122541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/vroom-vroom-varoom.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113434405222854487</id><published>2005-12-11T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T05:06:31.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally back! and it feels... like im finally back! teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was horrendous, thankfully i was prepared with my shorts and singlet combo. phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how i miss the familiarity of things here" i thought as i semi-drifted into sleep with the drone of travelling on the road, nice radio songs and daddy's singing. ah yes, daddy's singing. that i miss a lot. the usual ritual beckon (ie eating after landing, even though i've already eaten my fav plane food) and im left feeling bloated and fat. daddy as usual thinks i've got a serious issue with my weight. im concerned about my weight but so? it's the typical singaporean girl in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my twin the next day! it felt as if we've picked up from where we left off, but in reality i guess we'd changed to such a similiar extent that nothing much except circumstances around feels different. ah the bliss.. shopping and laughing, having a heart to heart talk, noticing cute guys tog. i dare say we're perfect for each other, not in the homo sense but as great friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird how we seemed to spend most of our time at tangs (includes waiting at mac for our brow shaping sessions &lt;s&gt;and i swear the guy there thought i was checking him out bcoz everytime i turn or look up i see him seeing me looking at him arrgghhh &lt;/s&gt;) before finally deciding to move on. wisma changed quite a bit and gosh, like my twin puts it, im a tourist! yes indeed, especially my amazement of the new food court upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping was a blast but the most memorable and slightly embarassing , was entering into another shop beside num flipfiops and asking them about the slogan tee (thinking it was new urban male (num) shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:hi, i was wondering if u have the slogan tees (seeing none on the rack)&lt;br /&gt;guy:uh.. slogan tees? (proceeds to ask boss)&lt;br /&gt;boss:what slogan tees?&lt;br /&gt;me:um.. those with pretty cotroversial words&lt;br /&gt;boss: huh? what kind of words&lt;br /&gt;me:um words.. (thankfully i didnt say anything and that kept most of my dignity)&lt;br /&gt;twin: this is so not the shop. lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole time i was wondering why the guys there werent cute. ok so the indian guy was but not the boss! wasnt num famous for their supposedly hot guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual me the tourist had to be brought to num by my twin but i actually know where it was.... :( the shop was abuzz with them beachy looking boys sporting the tan i would die for. was a bit disappointed that there wasnt any of the cute kill kitty sushi tees left when suddenlt i heard someone ask "hi can i help?" ah, the friendliness of aussie shops that i miss in spore! i turned only to get smacked right in my face by the sight of a hottie! upset? what upset, who's upset? haha.. so it's true they do employ hotties! but too bad we suspect he's also gay.. *collective sigh*&lt;br /&gt;if there was anything i took out of num, it's:&lt;br /&gt;1.how to differentiate who's gay and not (too long to elaborate but it included mr cute whom is suspected gay and also unintentionally making another guy blush and catching him glancing at us)&lt;br /&gt;2. there are still hotties in spore&lt;br /&gt;3. a controversial tee... next will be one for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best way to end a tiring day? seeing the hot guy from tangs at the same taxi stand as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to be back but at day 2 im already feeling bored. perhaps summer, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113434405222854487?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113434405222854487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113434405222854487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113434405222854487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113434405222854487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-im-finally-back-and-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113391138019628868</id><published>2005-12-06T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:50:26.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'll start by saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACKING IS A BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 4 days of packing and more packing, there seems to be gazillions of stuff left to be packed. if i have to endure another few days of packing i'll puke! all the folding, taping, bubble-wrapping, stuffing into boxes/bags, finding more stuff that needs to be packed is insane. but no before u start, it aint my clothes. they only took one half box. it's my other barang. going home aint easy huh! but come next year when i really leave for good this wldnt be an issue no longer. oh yes, feels good to drop and go back quick. like i told mummy, a big reason is because Oz is so nua! so much that u slip into this nua-ing stage permanently. i can virtually feel myself rotting away. so no thankew, no Oz for me. life is too precious to waste it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good bits though, are the fun times in between. im too lazy to type much so let the pixs talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 348px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/collage5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my middle of exam perk-me-up. yes i totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 388px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/collage31.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kayu! the food was delicious but i prefer the KL one much better. check out the roti tisu! massive and excessive! mummy said i cldnt bring back my toys. those that chad had painfully won from moomba. *sob. parting shots of them, as well as chad competing with mr moo for the best cow look. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 417px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/collage4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great ocean road again. t'was fun, interesting toilet deco, good fish n chips, nice beaches.&lt;br /&gt;but pls not another. too often, too many flies. eek!&lt;br /&gt;taking pixs was a pain bcoz flies virtually attcked us and buzz too near the mouth&lt;br /&gt;we left early bcoz at any one time u'll have ard 15 flies buzzing all abt u. no kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 456px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/collage7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm.... the best pecking duck ever in my life! but the uncle was scary so yah, i didnt dare take photos inside. it left me longing for more! shopping's always fun and i swear by nars' lippie. for my own safety though, i shdnt post up the amt of things i've bought. they werent many actually; i cld count them with both hands, and they were inexpensive, but mum's already nagging daily abt the amt of things i haf, esp shoes so i shdnt dig my own grave further.&lt;br /&gt;hiak fish and chips in the car bcoz it's e only fly-free place. and oh, i miss my cutie-pie smart-ass brother. tons! sigh... wonder how tekong is doing him any good. so far so good i've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 391px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/collage6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my attempt at cooking chap jae.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty darn good and tasted decently like chap jae!&lt;br /&gt;i love the pretty christmas deco cum story @ myer but i still prefer spore's!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to be back!! another 4 more days and i'll see orchad in its glorious deco, i hope&lt;br /&gt;18 more days to christmas!! my fav!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 281px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/b13999776.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very sala attempt at making souffle bcoz i didnt use the correct sugar and i cldnt find my ramekins! sigh.. and it's a little burnt. round 2 anyone? oh yes, go ahead. domestic aint a problem word to shun now. not since i've discovered lawson's domestic goddess. and i really dont know why jan had the pix of chad when it was domestic goddess.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post up the pixs of trips to strawberry farm near mornington (with mum, chad, me, mich, jan, jeremy, milin(is tt how i spell it?), max, shane, roy, hua wei and family) and our fondue get together in attempt to finish all the strawberries picked. uh, huawei remembered me from arrow. shite, did i really not change over the past few years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113391138019628868?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113391138019628868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113391138019628868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113391138019628868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113391138019628868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/12/ill-start-by-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113322186640449522</id><published>2005-11-28T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:00:31.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are up! been running around the past few days. boy post exam sure feels good, cept that there are some instances when i actually felt like i shd be studying before realizing that im on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so backtracking.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dinner with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 327px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/collage.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us girls| sof lou me|&lt;br /&gt;on chocolate high| bargain queens after dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at the conservatory with the girls was good. finally, after the whole semester. it was a good time of catching up and being tog once again. after-dinner shopping with us digging through the pile was such an auntie thing to do, but with them it was really fun, especially looking at the way su was attacking the pile! t'was a great time! wish there would be another time like this in melb but we are all going separate ways to pursue our dreams.... will miss u all lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;michelle's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so lame. we forgot to hide the evidence-- our shoes!!! so i guess she suspected something?! happy belated birthday chiosie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 324px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/michtansbade.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mich the birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/michtansbdae1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jan me| me jan|&lt;br /&gt;us trying to look obnoxious with our blingbling queen look|&lt;br /&gt;me pulling a nicole richie. me and my bling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got wind that there's been some people speculating if chad has proposed to me. t'was funny because it seemed we were the most clueless of them all. but it continued on for quite a while........ so the bling that u see is my 5 carat diamond ring from chad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;                                                    .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; YEAH RIGHT! more like 5 'carrot' ring. jan and i were so bored and bo liao so we got us some stuff from the benefit package from mich's bdae pressie. so NO, im not engaged. and no, chad has no intention to propose whatsoever. and yes, there's not going to be yet another wedding in the multitude of weddings ongoing this year. sorry to dash all u ba-kuas hoping for a fresh piece of gossip. hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113322186640449522?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113322186640449522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113322186640449522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113322186640449522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113322186640449522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-my-parents-are-up-been-running.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113264747725266576</id><published>2005-11-22T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:18:41.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i havnt blogged for quite a while. i've been insanely busy, first the 3 papers then too busy playing. but tmr! the day of sweet freedom when my exams finally come to an end... then i can blog and backtrack all the events that has happened in the past few days! so watch this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/brissietrip032.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pretty much describes it. dont worry, i aint that violent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113264747725266576?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113264747725266576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;commotion during exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally. because they were having a massive protest right beside the exam venue. at first i heard singing and thought wth, a punk rock concert at 930am?! then it sounded like a protest after that. and then it sounded like there was a spiritual gathering and chanting. and back to noisy terrible choice of music. oh yes, massive protest, ruining the peace and quiet entitled to students taking exams! i cant believe you were one of them too, my friend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they better not be there tmr. because i will seriously. smack. my head. if they do. extremely tough paper with a lot of thinking and calculating and evaluating of which formulae to use. i cant afford that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113204101821198529?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113204101821198529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113204101821198529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113204101821198529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113204101821198529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/commotion-during-exam-literally.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113196021973220747</id><published>2005-11-14T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:23:39.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;lady of few words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam. nah, feel like a dumbass talking abt it. easy peasy BUT hard to tie all the points tog. not enough time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritation. with some people. not not u. yes u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritation with bugs. getting warm again. too many around. got bitten on my arms, legs and UNDER MY EYE! wth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. all pooped. cant rest. have not covered near half for tmr's exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so panic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray. need all the help i can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i need miracles. ie, exam miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually think i'll nap for a bit too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113196021973220747?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113196021973220747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113196021973220747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113196021973220747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113196021973220747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/lady-of-few-words-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113179490258332331</id><published>2005-11-12T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T03:30:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i know why i have been aching all over and sleeping too much these past few days. i was on the brink of being sick and today was it. :( for once my temperature registered pretty high while feeling feverish. i hate being sick. i cant be sick now.... :( :( *whine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113179490258332331?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113179490258332331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113179490258332331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113179490258332331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113179490258332331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-i-know-why-i-have-been-aching-all.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113168572462372323</id><published>2005-11-11T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:21:47.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i close my eyes when it gets too bad, breathe and tell myself everything's alright. nah... doesnt work a tad bit. so i close my eyes again, hope it'll be all over then. who am i kidding? im stressed. im panicking. why cant i remember this and that!!!??!!! apra, asic, ato, fpa... whatever. too complicated superannuation system. too complicated everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im disgusted with the meagre amt that i remember. need to do better than this. even more disgusted with the humongous amt of snacks/food that i've been gorging on. most disgusted that im getting fat! sometimes i remember/worry too much about the less important stuff for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to get the stress off. need to slim down. need some sun. want some paos and crispy chicken rice and beef and veg horfun. ok i should sleep instead. this is a very random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113168572462372323?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113168572462372323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113168572462372323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113168572462372323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113168572462372323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-close-my-eyes-when-it-gets-too-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113167042914465421</id><published>2005-11-11T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:09:35.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;what's the deal?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do these people have to make a mountain out of a molehill? does it really matter whether dawn yang/yeo had plastic surgery? i mean, if she didnt, great. if she did, well good on her too. it is pretty expensive to fork out for surgery (money sacrificed for looks) and if it makes her feel good then why not? why should someone be discriminated just because others think she has taken steps to further enhance her beauty? dont give me that jazz on how we are all unique individuals, all pretty/handsome in our own ways. that's just bull, it hardly convinces anyone, does it? many people chant it to others like a mantra but how many are truly convinced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gssq.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-her-way-to-instant-fame-her.html"&gt;http://gssq.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-her-way-to-instant-fame-her.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it not the same as why most girls pay so much for makeup? why they are in constant search for that makeup that gives them what they seek for. why many people bother slimming down, why they bother maintaining their fairness/tan. why they invest in nice clothes. why they do facials, fuss about their hair. the same goes for guys. and also why guys bother doing up their hair, using clay/mud/gel/wax. arent we all doing something in our quest to look better in this superficial world that values good looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we are on this topic, cosmetic surgery really depends on how u define it, doesn't it? i've once read an article where cosmetic surgery is everything and anything done to a person's body which makes it 'unnatural' anymore. that includes bypass, insertion of cartilage to replace those that are worn out, wearing braces (u have to pull some teeth out, doncha?) ... etc. u may argue that this can be differentiated because it is needed. well to the people who chose to undergo cosmetic surgery, it is deemed needed &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if not they wouldnt have done it, would they? and by that if they gain more self-esteem, tt wouldnt be that huge a problem anymore, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's always a possibility that she's gotten hotter. i know quite a few of my friends became hotter over the past few years too, some of whom used to be pretty plain but are hot models now. i wouldn't even recognize them unless they shout out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying that it cant be talked about. it's ur own mouth, i cant dictate. just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quit the brouhaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will ya? it aint that big a deal. now can they be left in peace to carry on with their life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113167042914465421?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113167042914465421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113167042914465421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113167042914465421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113167042914465421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-deal-why-do-these-people-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113158031680796105</id><published>2005-11-10T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:19:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know u're a library mouse when u visit the toilet every few hours on ur favourite floor and hope ur fav cubicle is available. in my bid to be less of a library geek i've stopped going to ballieu, but im bored being cooped up at home and i blog every few hours and snack constantly. so i decided to break, read a mag, surf around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a known fact that accessories make an outfit. recently the mantra's the more the better. but the trend this summer is scarily overdoing it, so the magazines show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;img style="width: 133px; height: 190px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/DSC00510.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 189px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/collage71.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently this summer's all about loud clashing colours and layering excessive amounts of accessories. bohemian's passe. in comes the ipanema/copacabana/leblon beachside look and casual chic style with tailored shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to wear this amount of accessories? i fear for my neck and suspect i'll probably look like a walking ornament display rack. me unfashionable? perhaps. but it sure saves me a heck lot of undesired neckache. makes me wonder if pple in spore will be this heavily accessorized when i get back.. anyways my current fav is long pretty charm necklaces. hands up all who know where to get more of them and perhaps give a shout out on my tag. of course, the more affordable the better yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while browsing through some online shops, i found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 157px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/peteralexanderpix.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pink one sure suits me.&lt;br /&gt;now back to studying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113158031680796105?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113158031680796105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113158031680796105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113158031680796105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113158031680796105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/u-know-ure-library-mouse-when-u-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113157341426889380</id><published>2005-11-09T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:59:13.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that she has a good mind to 'sabo' me&lt;s&gt;put me in a spot&lt;/s&gt; by nominating me as hottest blogger. naturally i shrieked&lt;s&gt;piercing-kind-that-damages-ur-eardrums&lt;/s&gt;, not in the im-so-thrilled sense but more like the im-utterly-horrified sense. &lt;s&gt;im sure u all did too&lt;/s&gt; she then goes on rambling about that and scolds me for deleting my previous blog because now she cant nominate me because my new blog doesnt have substantial posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. i was this close to being embarassed. me hot? nada. blogger? em... i dunno about that. and if any of u rambos/xenas ever want to pull a stunt, i promise i wont talk to u for 2 whole months and i wont give u ur christmas pressie. like that's a big deal. ok, just be nice can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw su, have u received the pix of us in juice from that super long time ago? suddenly thought of it, not sure why though. partying mood perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113157341426889380?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113157341426889380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113157341426889380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113157341426889380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113157341426889380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-someone-told-me-that-she-has-good.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113157148040716256</id><published>2005-11-09T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:12:11.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I, blog surfer/reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i bother? it simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; when singapore was blatantly misrepresented/portrayed as a heartless and unrelenting nation in the newspapers/tv because of the impending hanging of a certain melbournian that caused a big who-haa. im sure u'll understand. it's almost like a personal attack when others &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfairly&lt;/span&gt; judge or criticize ur own country and fully unravels the sheer power of the media. so im dismayed that the media tend to misrepresent/blow things out of proportion at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet again the media has shown it's capability of misrepresenting someone/something. just like the recent xiaxue incident on the dawn yang article where she was apparently 'framed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's easy for many people to conveniently misquote xiaxue because she is famous for being a pretty controversial blogger who seems to speak her mind, and people in general wouldnt think twice about her capability of expressing her views. perhaps things sound more interesting when they are controversial / made up so she's often misinterpreted/misquoted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may ask "so u mean u actually read xiaxue's blog. are u her fan??" well i do read her blog, yes. as much as it began by my friends telling me that her blog is funny, i have grown to respect that she dares to express her views, although im not saying that i necessarily agree with everything she has written. and no, im not a fan nor a flamer/hater. that's such a groupie thing. it's just plain respect for being so daring and seriously, i wouldnt mind getting to know her. it's refreshing how she speaks her mind, although some may say that's plain insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;disclaimer: this post is not intended or directed at promoting or attacking anything, anyone or any country. it's just the author voicing her thoughts. apologies if any offence is taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113157148040716256?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113157148040716256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very quick and random post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im only at tax and it really worries me. at the rate im going i'll probably only be done right before my exam. cant help that tax, superannuation, mutual funds and financial planning aint exactly what i call fun. to make things worse, it's in oz, which means it has no benefit for me when i get back.. and then there's acm and derivatives to cover!!!! big time panic!! thankfully im not taking any law subjs this sem! heard fr the lawyers-to-be that the timetable for them is shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy i really miss spore now! i cant wait to be back holidaying or working my arse off, whichever i dont really mind. melb's gotten BORING and i seriously need a change of environment fast. right now, i can only live vicariously through others who are in spore by blog surfing or chatting to them, neither of which i have much time for... which makes me conclude that i lead a sad life during exam period! all that excites me is what i shd eat for dinner. soba noodles or the ridiculously named but yummy singapore noodles.. man there's no such thing until recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for daddy and mummy to come up! and the grand plans to party after the exams make me look forward to finishing up soon! soon soon..... if i'll just hang in there. gotta go, chad's yelling at me to study &lt;s&gt;clearing his throat constantly and lurking behind me to check on the amt of time i've exceeded by&lt;/s&gt; and jan's cmg up to borrow dvds. really admire that woman, still so relaxed during exam time and she says im the super relaxed cool one???? and su, hey, 16th shall be the day ok! keep urself busy while we are mugging till then yah! *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18071207.post-113148987583527847</id><published>2005-11-08T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:49:02.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people can be really selfish. nothing new since the world is such a selfish place anyway and somehow at the back of my mind it's not unexpected that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; would do that. it just came as a mild surprise. next time when u need help, dont ask me anymore. im tired of ur all too obvious mindgames. whatever-the-shit-it-may-be. frankly i dont care what UR reason is.. in the end i aint worse off. it's fine to look out for yourself but to do it at the expense of others? now that's just a new low, even for you. oh and a piece of advice- caucasian &lt;em&gt;doesnt&lt;/em&gt; necessarily = better than asians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113148987583527847?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113148987583527847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113148987583527847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113148987583527847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113148987583527847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-people-can-be-really-selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113128723234546522</id><published>2005-11-06T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T07:57:52.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'talent' search!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of us were talking about internships and the citibank job that required 120 hrs a wk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: i might apply for citibank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh man, the pay's quite gd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:citibank has cute guys anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: em dont think so? oh oh yes! james lye (c0z i like tt type.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:huh! where else? hsbc have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:*big YES!!!!!! damn a lot. damn damn a lot of hotties. i saw the whole bunch of them the last time i waited for my friend! young hot eligible. nearly fainted. apply for that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u wonder why i was nicknamed the hotty radar back then.... i detect and spot them from a mile away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113128723234546522?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113128723234546522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113128723234546522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113128723234546522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113128723234546522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/talent-search-couple-of-us-were.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113127798601537365</id><published>2005-11-06T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T07:17:36.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;FIRSTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my first driving lesson today! tot it went pretty well because my instructor kept asking if i'd driven before. said it looked like it. i mean, it's an auto car! but in order to get my license before i leave for the hols, i'll need at least 4 lessons per week. man... just when it's the exam period. determined nevertheless... did i mention that my instructor happens to look like the host from 'who dares win' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in bid to try to get down to studying for the looming exams, i made a visit to ballieu library. and instead of the usual loud "BEEP!" and irritating reminder that follows, today's different. the first i must say. the guy went "hi-ho, hi-ho. the library will be closing at 9pm today. percy baxter will be closing at 8.30pm" in a rather amusing voice. caught all of us by surprise, and no one did the usual ignoring. a refreshing destresser, especially when i couldnt get the section about limit orders and opening pricings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got down to using picasa. surprisingly much easier than photoshop. i know, it's not a big deal but it's a blardy giant step considering what a techie dummo i am... so i hogged my brother's laptop and started doing up some pixs.... when i should really be studying.......&lt;br /&gt;so tada!! here's the pixs i've never ever got down to posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/39ca9807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way to combat the blazing heat and warm weather - ice cream and more ice cream! even the teddy-bear-looking-dog ate an entire cone of ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/531c37a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Sofia's yummy pizza hungry ladies huge pasta mista (three huge serves of pasta of ur choice) bored waiting for the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/baa1a51c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bdae brekkie at max b.'s yummy food yummy chocolate great company (thanks everyone for crawling out of bed to come even though it's too early and it's the hols)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/f115d51b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty flower displays @ crown peacock orchids and more orchids! flowers...made of more flowers huge peacock or phoenix? pretty chandelierspeacock againmore flowers flamingo doing a victoria beckham skinny cheek impression my fav neurotic psychotic penguins and hippo from madagascar bdae surprise my own yummy 14-inch tiramisu birthday cake complete with sparkler-like candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/collage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinful mars bar cake janice and her cake jan and jeremy chocolate happy janice us girls jan likes her yoga mat pressie the siblings pix forever friends terrible candid shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/9832f44e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to combat a hot day part 2 plus exam rations&lt;br /&gt;DS driving me insane ice cold diet coke lime ski yoghurt leng yong paos!!! rocher yummy wafers u cant go without shapes did u know starburst's gummies can double up as rings and bracelets? a very warm moi easy on the waistline beer. only 1 calorie!peach strudel that i conjured up (surprisingly not bad and easy to make too) ice creamback to more DSdrink more coke to destress and cool down eat more yoghurtcant get enough of the leng yong paos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 394px" height="720" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v229/joshiewoshie/collage1.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro's all grown up and suave! spot the handsome guy in the pixs? *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113127798601537365?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113127798601537365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113127798601537365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113127798601537365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113127798601537365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/firsts-i-had-my-first-driving-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113106905668923148</id><published>2005-11-03T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:50:56.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brunch discoveries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my couz who's down under for bruch! havnt seen her in ages! 3 whole yrs!the weather's lovely with the sun out.. yay!!! had a chat about my future plans with her and her friend and it gave me some insights on the working world. the meeting also reconfirmed a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i should stop using 'like' so often. it sounds really childish and unprofessional. sometimes i amaze myself with the crappy language i speak, that seemed to deteriorate after i came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i need to learn how to better hold conversations, and more interesting ones too. i think im just BORING! anybody likes a conversation on the financial market and behavioural finance with me? *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. there is NO way, i stress 'NO' way a person doesnt lose weight after starting work in singapore. they told me its the stress and workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. singaporean girls are SKINNY. arrgghhhhh..... even my couz's so small now! gosh i felt humongous beside them. i shd just stop eating altogether now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i am extremely sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my notes are still with my classmates. how to study??? why do they have to cramp 3 of my papers in 3 consecutive days??!!!! oh the agony! i want a slice of singapore heaven now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113106905668923148?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113106905668923148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113106905668923148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113106905668923148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113106905668923148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/brunch-discoveries-met-my-couz-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113086026425745390</id><published>2005-11-01T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:55:13.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;initially wanted to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog about how ridiculous it is that the newspapers here are reporting that Singaporeans will be protesting and may cause a riot. they are obviously trying to make a mountain out of a molehill. immediately dismissed it and proudly told him that it's out of the question. there will be none of such "choke-up-the-streets-and-cause-human-jam" mambo jumbo protest nonsense. them people may say "yada yada &lt;s&gt;shallnt be mentioned so my parents can relax&lt;/s&gt;" but i'll say this shows stability, safety and none of their bo-liao-ness. not like such things yield much result anyway, except a bad rep and weaken investors' confidence. them papers here are obviously trying to stir emotions, biased in depicting the story and conjuring nonsense on non-solid proof. but enough i say, as if writing such stuff would change the decision already made. u may call me patriotic; i like the sound of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to shriek about the amount of bugs in my room, and how i'd just found one near my ear and promptly killed it. and yet another few on my bed, on my leg and in my hair. it's starting to piss me off. i cant care less if they hang by the ceiling but stay there! just dont freaking touch me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about how shocked i am by changes. and how a visit to friendster after gazillion years &lt;s&gt;which i wasted my time on&lt;/s&gt;made me realize&lt;br /&gt;1. my friends have gotten darn HOTT!! wow...&lt;br /&gt;2. loss contact with so many of them&lt;br /&gt;3. i really have no life. whatever happened along the way?&lt;br /&gt;4.i need new pixs to post up. everyone who has my pixs send them to me!&lt;br /&gt;5.how cheesy i can sound in the past. but all adult and grown up now.. and still maturing&lt;br /&gt;6. all piecing slowly like a jigsaw puzzle. he is the cuz of my family friend, a gd friend to a few of my friends and the guy who tot i was eurasian waay back then. and of course the guy i used to have a crush on, the cutest triathelete. and more recently discovered&lt;s&gt;in the past minute&lt;/s&gt; my friend's brother!!!!! what a small world, even for singapore.&lt;br /&gt;7. a certain friend's ex has become darn hot!!&lt;br /&gt;im not sure why this affected me quite a bit but it's not exactly fun when a friend u've not seen in ages said u have not changed much physically and that u are the only recognizable one among all the others. im not sure it's entirely a good thing. hrm.. how boring and predictable! and it's sad tt the world i used to be in evolve and zip by while i feel like i've stagnated and froze in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, so it's really time for a makeover, to use what i've bought but haf been too lazy to touch or use.... to start contacting again and to generally stop being this lazy and heck care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113086026425745390?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113086026425745390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113086026425745390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113086026425745390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113086026425745390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/11/initially-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113050783903460554</id><published>2005-10-28T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T06:57:19.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy new routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be a vegan! after 7 days of no meat and white flour, i caved in... and ate beehoon with chicken at this thai place and it was yummy! uh and then after that i ate hungry jacks! so today's like a major pig out day before going back to the gruelling detox routine. OOPS. i hope the detox still works though because my tummy is getting very fat and i could easily pass off as ..... that's how big my tumtum is!!! what should i doooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand the big fuss over here. the biased media, splashing its propaganda all over the newspapers and news. it's frustrating, how its depicting my country. and it's frustrating how having being a law student once makes one painfully aware of the many things that should not be spoken/expressed/mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113050783903460554?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113050783903460554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113050783903460554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113050783903460554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113050783903460554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy-new-routine-i-cant-be-vegan.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-113014048087920066</id><published>2005-10-24T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:00:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the detox is really killing the shit out of me. no to this, no to that, no no no to everything!!! reduced me to eating sucky stuff like this. was my first time ever eating muesli as cereal and i hated it! it looks like horse food. i wont be surprised if it tasted like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/FD003714.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; vs &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/shakes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; and &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/brainy-ditz/maxbcheesecake.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse, chad had to buy the yummy brownies from safeway! that were slashed down to a buck for 8!!! argghhhh.... i was staring at it the whole time and chanting that i would not eat it. in the end after 4 hours, i gave in. and ate not only 1 but 3 of them yummy ones!! *shriek* so much for sheer determination.. i respect su for being soooo disciplined. i've been cutting corners and bending the rules quite a bit. and it's only day 3. 12 more days to go.. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;i would post up pixs of my tragic state and the real horse food that i had to eat and the brownie pixs if not for my missing cam cable. 2 cables and none of them can be found. and i could throw a hissy fit (yes im capable of throwing one... i think*) if i wanted to blame my bro but no, i shallnt because i am a nice sister. it's such a bummer to be unable to post up my pixs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the whole issue of when to drop law, shd i do it now or next yr, would they need me to make a new visa yada yada arrgghhh.... and what subjects to take next yr, shd i do summer, will i get an internship, what kind of job to apply for.... u get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp mates have not been helpful. seems like im grouped with slackers. what bad mistake. promises to send info and yada yada never came through and they perpetually dont do work and expect me to do all the shit work? urgh i swear i wont let them get any of my marks if they turn up tmr and tell me they've not completed the assignment due the next day or if they have not done anything or have not found any info. i would love to poke them with the leftover satay sticks from my birthday and probably wish for them to disappear from my life but that's not gonna happen because 1) it's not wise and &lt;s&gt;would probably be considered as an assault &lt;/s&gt;i usually do not have violent tendencies, 2) it's not a scene from home alone and 3) i dont like to think bad thoughts because ..... i just dont like it. it's almost like cursing people and i dont like that either so i dont do it.&lt;br /&gt;that's life that's life, i try to convince myself. what doesnt kill u will only make u stronger &lt;s&gt;and drained from the experience&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear the yucky horse food and all the funny things i haf to eat on this detox is driving me over the edge. it's worst than being vegan or anorexic. and yes, im a little edgy so if my next grp mate pisses me off again by not doing work, i will &lt;s&gt;throw a hissy fit&lt;/s&gt; not be ms nice anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-113014048087920066?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/113014048087920066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=113014048087920066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113014048087920066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/113014048087920066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/10/dammit-detox-is-really-killing-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-112995255744808122</id><published>2005-10-22T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:42:37.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;browsing through a couple of fren's blogs and i came to realization that *gasp* it seems i've not talked to quite a few people in a while. maybe it's my bad, it seems when im apart from people i've not made enough effort to contact or talk to them, like i've taken it for granted that they'll always be there. this doesnt mean i dont cherish their friendship, it's probably a reflection of my 'chinchai' attitude? or perhaps im just deluded to think that things will always be how they used to be, no distance and time can separate us? or perhaps im too painfully aware that friends come and go and this is my way of dealing with it- by trying to be more emotionally detached? whatever it is i dont like it that way, especially with all the people who are gonna leave/ im gonna leave/ whom i have not contacted in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few years have been filled with people whom i want to keep in contact with and remain good friends as we age together. childishly hopeful, i've been told. well yeah, and maybe that's the way it'll be. it's upsetting that we'll all be separated while pursuing our individual goals, but that's life, i've also been told. and that's tragic. so while i try to make more effort in contacting y'all more often, do make a move and contact me too if it seems that i've been lost in the mountain of thingies in life and have presumably forgotten to contact y'all hokay? i just want to let y'all know that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; treasure all ur friendship and everyone has touched my life in so many ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-112995255744808122?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/112995255744808122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=112995255744808122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112995255744808122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112995255744808122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-bad-browsing-through-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-112990587861229450</id><published>2005-10-22T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:44:38.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talking to mich brought up common friends and the past. goodness, how&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; did i ever &lt;/span&gt;become so boring and tame. how unexciting! the melbournian laziness and unhappening social life/ social scene i blame! gosh i miss u guys in spore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-112990587861229450?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/112990587861229450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=112990587861229450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112990587861229450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112990587861229450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/10/talking-to-mich-brought-up-common.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-112988203860823089</id><published>2005-10-21T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:34:24.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chuckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;CHUCKLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone asked someone who asked a few of my galfriends if chad proposed to me! of course such a shocker gets back to u somehow, but i was probably the most surprised, and unaware. to put the record straight, no, he didnt even so much propose and no im not engaged. it hasnt even made it to our consideration yet. teehee... but it probably was a good conversation topic. the mere idea of being engaged was nauseating though, to say the least. dont get me wrong, im all for engagement and all that jazz. it's just..... it's just not for me! at least at this point of time. probably in 7 years or so i'll reconsider changing my response to the idea of me getting tied down to the same old person for the rest of my life....... it's like a freedom killer. right now, im too young and out there to even consider such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-112988203860823089?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/112988203860823089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=112988203860823089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112988203860823089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112988203860823089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/10/chuckle.html' title='chuckle'/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-112990557804684686</id><published>2005-10-21T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:39:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched walking tall. the rock is so cute! *heart flutters* but grumpy chad thinks he's ugly, like how i feel his liv tyler's ugly. i think that's the kind of athletic looking guy with a warm charming smile i would like to call mine. oh the smile! that or the charming witty eligible banker boy. *winks* but all i face is reality and the impending exams. me think melbourne needs more hotties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-112990557804684686?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/112990557804684686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=112990557804684686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112990557804684686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112990557804684686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-watched-walking-tall.html' title=''/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-112988328229799628</id><published>2005-10-21T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:34:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HUNGRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so caught up in my &lt;s&gt;too many&lt;/s&gt; assignments that it feels like i've not seen or spoken to many for eons. one down, 3 freaking ones left. assignments can be a bitch when grp mates are shitty. i think my only nice grp is the ipf one &lt;s&gt;because mich will be reading this&lt;/s&gt; haha ok seriously, it really is my only good one in the whole year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally semi recovered and made it&lt;dragged&gt; &lt;s&gt;dragged my ass&lt;/s&gt; to the gym today. asked some random trainer for advice on how to use some machine and turns out, he's so friendly and CUTE! funny, why didnt i ever noticed him before? he even showed me this exercise which he said was a better way to work my sides and if i do it often enough, i'll have obliques to boot for summer! chad and jan didnt think it would be that easy but im biased to believe so because he's cute! muahaha sentosa and tanning here i come! a much better image to picture than the dampening rain pouring away outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite upset that daddy wasnt able to change our tixs earlier. looks like i'll be back very much later than usual this year. im craving for chicken rice, prata, grilled sambal stingray, satay, chinese and indian rojak, mee rebus, mee siam and sugar cane juice. for cheap hawker food a stone's throw away from anywhere in singapore. i have enough of paying so much just to eat out here! urghhhhhhh i wanna go back now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dragged&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-112988328229799628?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/112988328229799628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=112988328229799628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112988328229799628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112988328229799628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/10/hungry.html' title='hungry'/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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-18071207.post-112978953952545942</id><published>2005-10-19T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:35:28.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acting on impulse</title><content type='html'>ACTING ON IMPULSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not every act done on impulse is necessarily bad, is it? like how i SUDDENLY chose to shut my old blog and move. and i dont need to justify it. all the time spent justifying what i've done or why i buy certain chingchong looking shoes, quirky clothes or drop one of my degree only resulted in me wasting my time. now now if u will please let me be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's become stifling when so and so comes to know about ur blog and then life gets boring and the blog becomes stale and it's hard to bitch openly about anything or anyone. like i've ever anyway. everytime too cautious, worrying how u and u and oh, u there, may figure that im talking about u. oops, i've done it again. well, here's to a new start..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18071207-112978953952545942?l=loopyantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/feeds/112978953952545942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18071207&amp;postID=112978953952545942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112978953952545942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18071207/posts/default/112978953952545942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loopyantics.blogspot.com/2005/10/acting-on-impulse.html' title='acting on impulse'/><author><name>somekindofloopy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00827083752186099918</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>
