<?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-9259163</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:56:07.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. it's more than words can say</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259163.post-113732027013302459</id><published>2006-01-15T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:17:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours of kelly's will cease to be updated from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me if you want to know the whys hows whats and wheres(if applicable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113732027013302459?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113732027013302459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113732027013302459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113732027013302459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113732027013302459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113592938523137345</id><published>2005-12-30T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:33:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fong Seng Prata</title><content type='html'>Food and more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28062%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming a foodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gaining weight and increasing in the volume of fat that is in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASPS. I dare not look at the weighing scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble pulling up one of my skirts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, Mickey brought me to a place famous for its pratas. It's called Fong Seng, located somewhere at Clementi, you can reach it by taking bus 183 from Jurong East Bus Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a Combo prata[tomatoes, mushrooms,onions and cheese] and a cheese onion prata. Mickey had a pineapple prata that came served drizzled with some maple syrup, and a mushroom prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheese was, well, very cheesy. Resembling a pizza. It was pretty good, though I tad expensive, but since it's famous and its ingredients/fillings are generous, I suppose it's worth the price. Mickey says the place is usually very crowded at night, which I suppose is true, because they have an extended portion for the customers and tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently 2 cheesy pratas wasn't enough to satisfy our high-metabolism-stricken Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;So he ordered a Nasi Lemak, which was quite good, because it had me drooling even though I was on the verge of burping like a toad in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Picture%28245%29a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes, you want it, don't you? Here have a piece of this juicy chicken wing.' Mickey tempts me with nasi lemak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a rounded belly, we left the place. And soon he complained of a tummy ache, no I'm not saying that the food is bad or anything.. aah... Mickey jsut has a highly sensitive stomach. Chance is, he probably just needed to get rid of some &lt;em&gt;stuffs&lt;/em&gt; in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it is.. our foodie trip :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113592938523137345?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113592938523137345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113592938523137345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113592938523137345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113592938523137345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/fong-seng-prata.html' title='Fong Seng Prata'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113548839162923768</id><published>2005-12-25T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:26:31.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says opposites attract?</title><content type='html'>It is often said that opposites attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ. Studies have shown that people &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;themselves, and therefore will like someone who looks somewhat similar to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a simple observation I have made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/attraction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/attraction.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, these two are fatally attracted to each other :) Or so I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113548839162923768?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113548839162923768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113548839162923768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113548839162923768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113548839162923768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-says-opposites-attract.html' title='Who says opposites attract?'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113544729508883748</id><published>2005-12-25T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T02:20:51.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Xmas ever- 2005</title><content type='html'>I would consider this year's Christmas the best I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would consider meeting you the best present I ever stumbled upon too :) Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought me to a Japanese restaurant that's located on top of a hill- a hilltop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so very simply, the restaurant is named Hilltop Japanese. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situated at Jurong, about walking distance from the Jurong Bird Park ( oh yes I walked downhill at 10pm with 2.5 inch heels ] , the Hilltop is-Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/hilltop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air and breeze there is the freshest and coolest yet, and if you visit the place early evening when the sky is still clear, you might be able to catch some birds fluttering around, as well as eagles in the sky. We caught sight of about 4 eagles today. Grass here greener too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese restaurant is also famous for its Teppanyaki, which I feel it lives up to its name.&lt;br /&gt;We were brought into a divided room for Teppanyaki, where the chef would cook your dishes in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;King Prawns [$20]&lt;br /&gt;Sirloin Steak [$22]&lt;br /&gt;Scallops [$20]&lt;br /&gt;Soft Shell Crab [$6]&lt;br /&gt;Olive Rice with Chicken [$3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King prawns were huge, its head alone was bigger than the average shrimp we saw in markets. But pricey too! It was only one prawn per person, but boy was it good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chef was pretty skillful I suppose, before I could even whip out my phone to capture his art, the chef had already sliced and deveined the prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff served the olive rice soon after, it was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big fresh scallops came after that, if I remember correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by complimentary bean sprouts, not bad, tho a tad bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft shell crab was wrapped in a egg omelette, resembling the type in Ramly's burgers or something. hm... Mickey didn't comment much about it, but I found the crab a bit heavy on the seasoning; too strong for my tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight was the steak- Where the chef practically set the steak on fire and whoa was it hot! The fire was like huge, as tall as the chef, and you could suddenly feel the surge of heat from the frying.. pan? LOL whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28057%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we didn't manage to catch a shot at its flamiest.. this is how it was when it started to die off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minus was the the smell of smoke and oily food lingering in my hair and everything else around me, which includes my boyfriend too : [&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/hilltoprestaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and they dress you up in ugly orange &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bibs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At least Mickey looks like a cute chef who can't stop grining at the customer because he's too excited =x , but I look like I'm wearing the Chinese &lt;em&gt;du tou&lt;/em&gt;! For those who don't know what's a du tou.. it's a type of lingerie worn by ancient Chinese women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and our chef wasn't too friendly, he was scowling and wincing all the time. But he did mention it was because the heat from the pan was very hot. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; we heard him swear under his breath at the waitress. And he's bald! I didn't expect to see a sparse patchy head when he bent down to adjust the heat *snickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The meal ended with me chewing on some parsley or coriander or some herb, and wringing in distaste, with a big gulp of japanese green tea to wash it down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were then sent to another room for another complimentary dessert- Mango Pudding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/hilltopdessert01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm half-drunk and all floaty after all that food in my tummy. *swoons* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good food makes you get all ecstatic sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and the ambiene is pretty good; cosy and dim lighting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so gonna grow fat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had our bill and it summed up to $88.20. No service charge! *nods in approval &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We proceeded to get some pee out of our systems... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we walked up the spiral tower, to the top! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, the night view is gorgeous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P1010106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P1010106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P1010106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P1010106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P1010106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010106.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It overlooks Jurong Island, a huge island with lots of factories and harbours. Plenty of lights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A tad blur, kinda artsy tho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so windy up there it made my long purple skirt fly over the place, and there was once it flew so high it could feel a piece of the fabric of my panties when i hurriedly shoved my arms down to flatten it! Fortunately, no one was there to view it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over shoulder shot of Jurong Island. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I liked the feeling of my skirt flying though. It is sort of... nice. and good. shrugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we have our spirits high and happy!!!!!!!!! *coz we're so hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhh...*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113544729508883748?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113544729508883748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113544729508883748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113544729508883748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113544729508883748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-xmas-ever-2005.html' title='Best Xmas ever- 2005'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113539944709660242</id><published>2005-12-24T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:44:07.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd Dec</title><content type='html'>Long and exhausting yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey and I set off early noon for IKEA to send two cupboards for refund. Their staff refunded me 240 dollars in cash and I was very excited to have a thick stack of cash stuffed in my wallet, and my wallet couldn't close because it was too fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mickey being the sweetie he was, offered to help me stash the cash in his wallet, which I politely declined and he looked crestfallen after that :), thanks but no, I will gladly keep the cash to myself. muahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a green stool, 4 bowls [at only 75 cents each!], 3 metal rimmed photo frames [for my self obsession] and went to Queensway or Town where Mickey shopped for shoes. Fussy him saw ten thousand pair of shoes but only 2 caught his eye. After walking thru just about every single sports retailer, he finally settled on the very first or second shop we went to, on the first shoe he set his eyes on and said, 'Nice ar...' ; a classic white Adidas sneaker with 3 stripes on its side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought him a brown Nike shirt which had unique stitchings and badges sewn on for Christmas. :) I think it's his first brown shirt- If I'm not wrong, his wardrobe has only black, white and lots of blue pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to drizzle after we finished shopping, and so we strolled to the bus stop in the rain, which he sarcastically said was '...your favourite what... Romantic right???'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right...&lt;/em&gt; my makeup is like melting in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus 14 we took from Queentown, headed for town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some pictures in the bus too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at Far East where Mickey was lugging all the shopping bags from IKEA around the mall. I offered to help carry the bags for him but he just simply wouldn't let me. : &lt;br /&gt;And I'm going back to Far East to buy a shirt I missed. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE'S A FLEA MARKET GOING ON AT TANGLIN MALL TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I am so missing. =( Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. look at the time. I'm meeting him for a movie, followed by dinner at Hilltop Japanese Restaurant. What a imaginative name. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to select clothes carefully for my X'mas date with Mickey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued. Along with pictures. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113539944709660242?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113539944709660242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113539944709660242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113539944709660242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113539944709660242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/23rd-dec.html' title='23rd Dec'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113526865541633505</id><published>2005-12-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:24:15.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading Maxine's second latest post about girls mentally calculating and accumulating/deducting brownie points when they are out with their guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can so relate to that! :) I think every girl does that involuntarily. Especially the first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of my first date with Mickey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty vague memory of it now, because I have short term memory and I just can't remember stuffs that are over a day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i remember rolling my eyes yesterday when I wore my turqoise tee and he said 'cute tee!'&lt;br /&gt;'What??? I wore it so many times liao, now then you say cute?'&lt;br /&gt;'Where got!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wore it on my first date with you!!!' [exasperatedly, rolling eyes, mentally MINUS MINUS points!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I am constantly deducting and adding points in my head when I'm out with Mickey though I have never really managed to finalise the points. I think someone should invent a 'Brownie Point Sheet' and give it out to all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little brown pencil, we will scribble away furiously at the sheet when we are out with a date, and make the poor kid sweat as we scrutinize him and his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO&lt;br /&gt;HO&lt;br /&gt;HO&lt;br /&gt;HO&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=[ Okay, so I'm a tad mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey says I'm a mean girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say, 'Dump me lar!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll look at me with a look of defeat and reply wryly 'You win. I wouldn't dare.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would smile triumphantly. 'Don't I always?'  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's only because Mickey is a sweet and a giving boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I was looking for a ZA concealer in Shade 02, which suits my skin tone almost perfectly. To my horror, many Watson's outlets was all sold out in Shade 02! I whined to Mickey and he was sympathetic, patting my hand and saying you'll find it soon, don't worry k? I sighed, thinking I had to expose my, my,my,  flawful complexion to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and!&lt;br /&gt;The next date I had with him, he handed me a Watson's plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;'Whatzat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peered into the tiny plastic bag, and to my surprise it was the ZA concealer sitting inside! in shade 02! Waiting for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OMG You found it??! Where???! How did you know I wanted it??! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shade 02 right?? West Mall got a lot. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wah you remember! '[+++++++++++ points]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yah of course what! I'm your boyfriend leh' he says casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thaaaaaaaaaaaanks!' I say quite shyly, not knowing what exactly to say at his simple but thoughtful gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thanks only ar?' he teases. [points still plus-sing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Mickey is sweet. heeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113526865541633505?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113526865541633505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113526865541633505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113526865541633505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113526865541633505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-reading-maxines-second-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113444980067092149</id><published>2005-12-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:56:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow.</title><content type='html'>Ah, I can &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; feel the glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; exercising after about 3 years of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been cowering away from exercise, because I am a lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, lazy bum. I should buy a B.U.M shirt like Eve has, that is like sitting above her backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, after hitting the snooze button several times and knew Igonna be late.. for whose class? My woozy mind pondered slowly as I brushed my teeth.. and realised, AH!!!! Ms Soo! DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Suddenly her words from 'yesterweek' rang a loud in my head, 'Those who are late again next week will have a surprise, and this time if you do not have your tutorial sheet, you can forget about coming to class, I will mark you absent even if you are present.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her straight, slightly pissed face from all the late comers, which includes people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And contemplated to skip class or not. After making a couple of phone calls to my team mates, I decided that I had to nurse a headache at home. [ooh, that aching head... is throbbing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAINTS ON FLOOR WITH A SPLAT. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already dressed by then, with make-up on my face too, I looked out of the window and breathed, took a deep breath i mean. 'Aaaaaaah! What a wonderful morning!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it was, it was a cool, cloudy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to go jogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maxine's echo: WHAT?! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOGGING?!?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;Yes, sweetie, &lt;em&gt;jogging&lt;/em&gt;.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jogging would certainly clear my headache, and remove all the bad toxins that are trapped in me, which is probably causing my skin to breakout because of &lt;strong&gt;trapped toxic toxins&lt;/strong&gt;, and breaking out into a good sweat would make the toxins &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burst &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;from my pores. Sounds like a zit erupting. EEw.&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;The thought was making me excited already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalaaaaaaaa.... chirping away merrily... I popped some Cod Liver Oil capsules, some Evening Primrose Oil Capsules, and felt very healthy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a slice of raisin bread from Bonjour!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jog alone?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bedroom and looked at my sister Sydney who looked so comfy and warm in bed.  I shook her violently and croaked in her ear, 'SYDNEY!!! Wanna go jogging with meeeeeeeeee!??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did! Ah, nice lil sister of mine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran one big round around my estate[i certainly wish it was all mine, but nevermind.], which was about 800m, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sydney cycling breezily beside me, I panted and gasped for air like a fish out of water, like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to a nearby park, called Tekong Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where they had a running track, and a 'railway' track, as Sydney calls it, she is expecting a choo-choo train to burst out of nowhere behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran TWO freaking rounds which was about 800m too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, walked and jogged, and my sister ringing her bell behind me going, 'DON'T WALK LAR YOU FAT PIG! QUICK RUN AND YOU WILL BE SLIM LIKE MEEEEE!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy for her to say who is like sailing behind me on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants&lt;br /&gt;pants&lt;br /&gt;gasps&lt;br /&gt;gasps&lt;br /&gt;gasps&lt;br /&gt;gasps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharp gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE IT! I RAN! I FINALLY EXERCISED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet y'all are so proud of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick cold blast of showers, Sydney &amp; I went down the coffee shop for some nice Century Egg Porridge and I had Porky Porridge with &lt;em&gt;teh&lt;/em&gt; , and a copy of Straits Times to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderfully wonderful. :) Ah... this is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my insane Sister is singing Candy Shop. Good Grief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she only knows the WHOA part. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113444980067092149?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113444980067092149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113444980067092149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113444980067092149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113444980067092149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/glow.html' title='Glow.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113439384971901081</id><published>2005-12-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:24:13.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days and counting.</title><content type='html'>He's finally returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited patiently for 2 weeks... I've been a good girl- I go home early everyday, I only go to school and work. No other forms of entertainment for me! Ha, okay, I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched- Chicken Little! Which was really cute and funny. I love animated cartoons.. Madagascar was really fantastic too! They just make your day and make you laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in these two weeks of his absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first week, I was still in a frenzy(oh i might still be), finishing up ICA's and proposals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I had a X'mas lunch with my company at Ichiban Sushi, where I had my first bite of sashimi, I know... how unexpected yes? But I have a sensitive tummy and I'm afraid raw food will make them do cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, WOWEE! I stomached a few pale looking slices of dunno what, and some red and orange slices of fish. While there wasn't any strange fishy smell, the unusual texture of the tender fish scared me, and I hurriedly stuffed cucumber into my mouth, and lotsa ginger slices, hoping my tongue would not be able to taste and feel the fish, but the veggies instead. But it was okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, taking me to Kushin-Bo, that Japanese &lt;em&gt;buffet&lt;/em&gt; restaurant, no matter how fantastic, would be an utter waste of monies, since I can't appreciate their food for nuts. Perhaps in future, when I have become better accustomed to its taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and going back to my restaurant outing, we were made to play some lame game, which was to identify flaws in the table setting. -.- LAME can. But it was pretty fun, in a way, I had fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;Strange, but true. Company gatherings make you feel more bonded somehow. :&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;ALSO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BONUS BONUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [blinks like neon lights in Geylang]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and a very old but close friend made up! &lt;/em&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her birthday, and I was sitting in front of computer writing a letter to Mickey when I looked up at the screen and realised the date was 9.12.05, which I instantly was reminded of her, because she used to nag at me and another friend, 'Don't forget my birthday huh! 912, 912! The bus you take everyday is my birth date!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated for a moment before looking into my phone for her number, and realised I had deleted it! oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately! I found a life saver online[MSN], and she's &lt;em&gt;rarely&lt;/em&gt; online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to help me pass the message to the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed. And birthday girl sms-ed  me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a long msg too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wasn't exactly expecting that. I was just expecting a 'Hey thanks :)' at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised I was, but pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over sms, we talked and cleared the air of uncertainty :)&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;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;aaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of relief and unspoken joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all called fate! Or coincidence, or God's will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mickey hadn't left for Taiwan, I would have to reason to write him a letter, instead, I'd probably be sitting in the armchair and chatting with him thru the phone, but because he did, and I was feeling depressed and bitter that night[over him!], I sat in front of my com and started writing. And if it wasn't for higher power, our life saviour wouldn't be so conveniently online for me to msg her! Ah! See see see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough for the two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tweeze my brows now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113439384971901081?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113439384971901081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113439384971901081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113439384971901081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113439384971901081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/2-days-and-counting.html' title='2 days and counting.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113404991247206627</id><published>2005-12-08T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:51:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have forgotten how you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study the pictures of you but I can't seem to remind myself of the days we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember how you make me laugh, I cannot remember how you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak to you daily by means of a sheet of lined paper and a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113404991247206627?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113404991247206627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113404991247206627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113404991247206627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113404991247206627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-forgotten-how-you-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113374368569358421</id><published>2005-12-05T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:48:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&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;br /&gt;ooh! It's the 5th of Dec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-5= 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days till he returns from taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) not bad at all. Time flies pretty quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalaaaaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coz when you are with meeeee, I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee* [Creed My Sacrifice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the song playing in my head.&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;Miss you babe!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113374368569358421?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113374368569358421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113374368569358421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113374368569358421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113374368569358421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/12/updates.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113293592778745325</id><published>2005-11-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:25:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting down very miserably to the hours left to spend with him until he takes off to Taiwan for military training.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... about 10 hours or so left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't cry buckets when I send him off on monday.&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113293592778745325?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113293592778745325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113293592778745325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113293592778745325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113293592778745325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/hes-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113289722725954422</id><published>2005-11-25T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:40:27.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams in agony*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to do, assignments to complete and stuffs to draw, and work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread working. Not only does it zap me of the little energy left in my body, it also turns me into a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i smell like a greasepot after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like crap after that. EEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a miserable 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i'm materialistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113289722725954422?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113289722725954422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113289722725954422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113289722725954422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113289722725954422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/help.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113285017305720322</id><published>2005-11-25T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:36:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah well. Shit happens, deal with it,  pick it up and trash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's true and false anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger feels empty, but yeah, i'm sure it'll get used to the emptiness in a jiffy. Either that or I'll buy a new ring tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter sounds a lot better. 'funner' too. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113285017305720322?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113285017305720322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113285017305720322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113285017305720322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113285017305720322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah-well.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113275449945485381</id><published>2005-11-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:01:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell lot of work and projects that are due next week, and many calls to make as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Print Mgt- Newspaper&lt;br /&gt;2. Integrated Project- Pre-prod report&lt;br /&gt;3. Entrepreneurship- Marketing Mix, Floor plan and decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrieks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the blues. =[ well at least i'm seeing him tomoro, which is something worth being happy about! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113275449945485381?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113275449945485381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113275449945485381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113275449945485381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113275449945485381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/eeks.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113253426902569869</id><published>2005-11-21T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:51:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah ha! My new ring is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's silver and squarish, and it's a classic piece which can never go out of fashion, but only out of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's a tad loose on my ring finger; if i fling too hard it'll fly off and hit someone's nose or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalaaaaa...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling less hyperactive today. Good, because then he won't cover his face and say I'm embarrassing him by skipping and hopping beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuugaaaar, uh huh hunny hunny... you are my candy ggg-i- boooyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113253426902569869?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113253426902569869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113253426902569869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113253426902569869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113253426902569869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah-ha-my-new-ring-is-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113238033205846266</id><published>2005-11-19T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T14:09:07.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wasn't too bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; fantabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a few birthday presents which i love to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rachie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gave me a cute birdie keychain first thing in the morning before our presentation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Picture(35).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/400/Picture%2835%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maxine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; presented me a banana yellow frame of pictures of me and her! Hell lot of self obsession! Goodness! wahhahaaaaaaaaa. And even a mirror to complement it! nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sang me a short birthday song before they left to do some... um sewing? lol thanks sweetieeeeeesssssssssss *muacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... i stil have a hong bao to collect!&lt;br /&gt;muahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Picture(66).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/400/Picture%2866%29.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;seishii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; helped me carry the big yellow frame home[thaaaaaaaaaaaanks!] and we went off to catch Dragon Squad at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really later at night &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mickey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; handed me a bag which had a Forever Friends teddy with a necklace beside it, which is currently hanging on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;And bought me a slice of cake[cakes aren't really my kinda food, but hey! it was sweet], and sang me a birthday song too. And claimed I was born in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;And i managed to capture a short recording of him singing. Shall play it for everyone soon! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me home around 2.10, and it felt almost as if I was half drunk, though I didn't have a single drop of alcohol, and no no, no alcohol at all. 0=) I think i was just freaking sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep at 3... after fibbing to him- that i was grounded until further notice bec. mommy was pissed that I came home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long day.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Hold%20my%20hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/400/Hold%20my%20hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing him later at 3pm, 2 hours later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113238033205846266?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113238033205846266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113238033205846266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113238033205846266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113238033205846266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah-my-birthday-wasnt-too-bad-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113228467307448961</id><published>2005-11-18T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:31:13.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept well last night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will see him later, maybe not. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 8 hours away from our meeting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dressed in a black revealing top which I purchased from Future State with Max yesterday, well, it isn't exactly revealing... but it is a tad revealing lar! And a black beret which Max brought from home! It's the first hat I've worn in my life, unless you include those cutesy little caps mom and dad adorned me in ten thousand years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall capture a picture later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i wore a visor before! Aeons ago too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Want Want Want List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Liquid Eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;2. Levi's&lt;br /&gt;3. Shoes[!]&lt;br /&gt;4. Shoulder dusters&lt;br /&gt;5. Cropped velvet/suede jacket&lt;br /&gt;6. Lace Camisole&lt;br /&gt;7. Another unique and timeless top&lt;br /&gt;8. Watch[?!@#$#%]&lt;br /&gt;9. Early night's sleep&lt;br /&gt;10. Clutch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113228467307448961?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113228467307448961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113228467307448961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113228467307448961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113228467307448961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/yay-i-slept-well-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113224155915510367</id><published>2005-11-17T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:32:39.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's about 45 mins away from my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting pretty long for this day, but as the minutes near, I don't really feel excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm pretty depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just hung up and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall head to bed now too.&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.&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;Perhaps I'll just spend it doing something simpler, like a facial mask for my skin! And I shall go shopping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! On a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner at Fish and Co. was pretty good! We had lotsa fish and seafood there, though the bill summed up to 109 for 4! and for all 9 of us it was about 200 over.&lt;br /&gt;The service was icky though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there was almost all of Bimboatics- KK, Wan, Ting, Eve, Max, Me, Rachie, Teckie, AND a Khai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to everyone who turned up! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to the November babies! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some really nice pictures too! will upload them as soon as I get hold of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113224155915510367?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113224155915510367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113224155915510367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113224155915510367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113224155915510367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-about-45-mins-away-from-my-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113194181467137214</id><published>2005-11-14T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:09:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched two movies last week, Sky High, which I was pretty reluctant to watch, and The Exorcism of Emily Rose(which, ah! I lived to tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky High has a pretty cliche plot, and i thought it was cheesy too. To top it off, it has an all-kids cast. But it was salvaged by uber cool Warren Peace(Steven Strait) who can make his fists burn with fire! Even now as I type at the freezing school lab of my school, I can still feel the excitement and the warmth when I first set eyes on Warren, and smacked Wan on the arm going, 'I want i want!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and plot goes, Hero saves world and kills villian, whose weapon is a &lt;em&gt;pacifier&lt;/em&gt; that makes adults transform into infants! But for some reason, i felt more lifted after show; it had a kinda feel-good element which had the audience like clapping when the lead kid saved the day. *shrugs* not too bad, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;did i watch Sky High reluctantly? Because KK was disturbed by the disturbing scenes he would be seeing. -.- Dang. KK's a guy!! And I'm a timid, gutless girl who voted for Emily Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought KK feeling disturbed was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until I caught it with him! I cannot use Mickey anymore, because apparently, he thinks Mickey is too cute and tacky for him, and 'I'm a man! Not a boy!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Mi-i-c----, i meant, um, what shall i nickname him? Hunny bunny? YUKS. bubu?? wahhaa. eeew. um.... deedee dada... sweetie? tacky. How bout K for the time being eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, mickey lar. Don't care. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, he wanted 'Just like Heaven', but I wanted 'Emily Rose' cause i heard it was good, and it was receiving really good reviews. 'Are you sure you can take it? Don't scream later hor.' Mic taunted at me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mic ended up being freakin' scared. I remember the first horror scene where while Emily was having her test, suddenly, her classmates' face sort of melted into the devil's screaming face, and dear Mic grabbed me so hard he scared the hell out of me, and I hardly saw what happened on the screen. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the show he was cowering behind &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mustard jacket and wouldn't watch! Even after mutiple yanking at his arms he simply would not watch. He even squealed in my ear- and I for a moment I thought I had a guinea pig with me. wahahahahaaa. It makes me feel so great, and all, because, ha! A guy is grabbing me and my flabby arms and going help help! Well almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope he will not be like that when something bad in real life happens, and our roles can be switched. Appropriately. Like me grabbing his strong arms and cowering behind him instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings- *oh mickey you're so fine, you're so fine mickey!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113194181467137214?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113194181467137214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113194181467137214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113194181467137214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113194181467137214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-watched-two-movies-last-week-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113169232957100562</id><published>2005-11-11T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:58:49.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got the blahs yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's the friday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I kinda dread weekends- coz i'm gonna have to slog my guts out at work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo. i  hate working... Right so I'm a hella bum. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urk. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some twits today i walked past on my way to school were playing with some Skittles candy, and a yellow candy bounced under my feet, inside my shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I said loudly, 'What the...!', just in case them dumbos didn't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to kick and wiggle my shoe and feet before it dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YLUK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113169232957100562?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113169232957100562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113169232957100562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113169232957100562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113169232957100562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-got-blahs-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113145862951979498</id><published>2005-11-08T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:03:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everyone, well just about everyone and everything is heartbroken; and it's all because of 'love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how those sappy emo songs keep singing that 'where ever you go, whatever you do, I'll be right here waiting', or 'baby please don't go' , begging their nonexistent lover to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it encourages stupidity in their listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it! Don't you feel like crying like a baby when you just got dumped and a some Richard Marx croons from the speaker ' now and forever...', it just freaking makes you feel worse. And you really want to be together with your dumper now and forever, even though he is violent,perverted, insane, wants cash from you and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly you remember only his charming smile, the way he calls you 'oh hunny bunny booboo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish!!&lt;br /&gt;And i keep having to tell the dumpees, 'Wake up!! It was a bloody fling now get over it!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'b-b-but, it feels terrible! I'm depressed!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly how they feel, I've been through that. But well, what can i say? Other than Get a life and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness! We could use more uplifting and encouraging songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... like like.. like... i can't think of any, which further shows my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. What is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i hope to seek love, at the same time I am reminded of how things could get painful and hurting at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine it to look like a diagram from my pri school science textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love, you get dumped/ you dump--&gt;AND you fall in love again, get dumped/dump--&gt; perhaps after a few times you will start getting frightened--&gt;and a couple of times more perhaps your sexual orientations will change--&gt;and perhaps in the end you decide to be a monk/nun and ostracize yourself from this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; oh then you to go hell or heaven or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-b-but,I'm depressed and miserable too!! B-b-b-but I'm not exactly heartbroken; nobody has dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my escalator doesn't go all the way upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off my rockers! BLAH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY BLAHS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113145862951979498?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113145862951979498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113145862951979498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113145862951979498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113145862951979498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-sad-life.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113135741896879010</id><published>2005-11-07T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:57:00.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yelps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Friendster has a new feature, which allows you to 'grab' pictures from others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking at mickey mouse's profile and i saw the option, curious, i clicked on it happily, and a box appeared. 'By grabbing a picture, it will automatically be added to your photo gallery.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I cursed under my breath-shat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRGGHH!!! And now cannot delete!!! What the hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to delete his picture which is now stuck in MY photo gallery, for the past 1/2 an hour. &lt;br /&gt;The repetitive msg from good ole' Friendster says: FAILED TO DELETE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his face is in my profile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG!!!!!!!! SO MALU~!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he views my profile only to see I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grabbed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;his picture off him?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sia suay lar. *scowls at Friendster*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113135741896879010?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113135741896879010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113135741896879010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113135741896879010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113135741896879010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/yelps-warning-friendster-has-new.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113134895263658223</id><published>2005-11-07T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:35:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was long and dreary even though class ended at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because team *TOOT* were all feeling lazy and bored, the team dispersed and we all went our own ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i met Maxine's friend at the MRT station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, we chatted all the way back to woodlands, causeway point, only to realise we forgot each other's names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was a really nice and sweet guy, and his name was Josh, whom Maxine so affectionately calls Joshie baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we parted with a squeeze on my arm and a wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me running all the way back home because the sun was so freaking scorching I thought my skin would look like that of a prune's soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh has an uncanny resemblance to someone i know very well yet detest. &lt;br /&gt;Josh is definitely someone with a lot more personality than that asshole he looks like; so unfortunately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113134895263658223?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113134895263658223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113134895263658223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113134895263658223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113134895263658223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-was-long-and-dreary-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113126754843184517</id><published>2005-11-06T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:59:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Picture155.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;LALALALAAAAAAAAA~!!!!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I just bought the Swatch.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Lovely, lovely darling, isn't it?? =D will show it to you guys tomoro!! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;whoohoooooooooooooooooo&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113126754843184517?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113126754843184517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113126754843184517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113126754843184517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113126754843184517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/lalalalaaaaaaaaa-i-just-bought-swatch.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113120551579809162</id><published>2005-11-05T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:45:15.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Yum Goong</title><content type='html'>Let's watch tom Yum Goong, someone suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda movie name is tom yum goong?? Some kinda soup?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUK i bet it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it back!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very good, i love the story line-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the kicks and punches he pulled were quite good; I liked how they included a special element of animals, which is the cute elephant Korn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried watching the show, because the mother elephant died! And its bones were used as display!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Cruelty in action!!!!! *Gasps &amp; Slides down movie seat in horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was this really funny scene where while the lead(Tony Jaa) pauses for a few seconds, suddenly this couple behind him appears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; GF Smacks bf's head, 'You shouldn't buy pirated DVD's! Don't buy again!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.. okaaaaaaaaY. So piracy is bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they walk outta the screen and the action continues. (!@!#?)&lt;br /&gt;Made me go 'what the.....' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! The lead guy is constantly fighting, and he can put 70 down on the ground in a go. &lt;br /&gt;He only gets stabbed by a teeny knife by the 127th guy?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hello? It isn't logical.Like who doesn't have a gun in Sydney and freaking shoot the man whose raging male testerones are boucing all over down in a second, and in a single action!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he was wearing black Converse shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and you would notice his feet( AND SHOE ) is flying all over the place with what scissor kicks and what nots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad placement. Selling out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113120551579809162?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113120551579809162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113120551579809162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113120551579809162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113120551579809162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/tom-yum-goong.html' title='Tom Yum Goong'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113108552810287930</id><published>2005-11-04T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T14:25:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying to log into MSN on my school computer because I heard MSN was unblocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG. It isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll anyway, i logged into this new personalised MSN page, which had my astrology readings for the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let today serve as a reminder for you of the importance of love, dear Scorpio. Don't just think of love as a commodity you must fight for and conquer with conniving tricks and strategic dating tactics. Realize that love is evident in how you see the world. Love is a seed in you. The more you see love in the people around you - even in the heart of the stranger on the street - the more you will be blessed with its radiant light on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, for some reason, this particular reading makes a wee bit of sense to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am thinking too deeply into something that isn't worth my effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning my exit. =| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detach me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113108552810287930?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113108552810287930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113108552810287930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113108552810287930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113108552810287930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-trying-to-log-into-msn-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-113031891902997260</id><published>2005-10-26T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:28:39.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what can i say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to find blogging a bore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I'm becoming a bore and I'm ageing rapidly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACK!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is pretty cool so far, love my gang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till something worth telling happens..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-113031891902997260?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/113031891902997260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=113031891902997260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113031891902997260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/113031891902997260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-can-i-say-im-starting-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112988337856808831</id><published>2005-10-21T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:35:53.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye hypocrites, a hex on you.</title><content type='html'>I had quite a shock when I heard from a horse's mouth what happened in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that allowed many to bare their ugly faces, and they did so blatantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They irk me, utterly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that showcased how many jerks and bitches exist in my class; the hypocrites, liars and backstabbers in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, now why wasn't I there to witness that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have gladly enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it stupefied me to find out what happened, I think it was good to finally have a chance to know see everyone's true colours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are nice colours to view, I'd label Mee Mum a... bright yellow for standing up to you-know-who and walking off with their heads held up. *whoohoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was good for us wordmongers, i believed it was like the most talked about topic for the day, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident also made me realise how lucky I was, because my friends, my dear friends, have been there for me all the while, and never abandoned me when I needed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while sometimes we might have taken each other's presence for granted, let's not do that again, and appreciate how lucky we are, to be congregated from all parts of Singapore( we haf ooloo Whampoa, middle serangoon, pasir ris, woodlands) and see each other daily in NYP, DMSM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how hard fate/kismet/destiny/God's hands worked to bring together such a fantastic bunch of people?! I bet God's hands are dried like a prune from it. &gt;&lt; okay i'm lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's amazing how it works. *And we are one big family* [Barney style] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Thanks,  guys. I love you!! Wholeheartedly!** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birdie tweets =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112988337856808831?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112988337856808831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112988337856808831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112988337856808831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112988337856808831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/ye-hypocrites-hex-on-you.html' title='Ye hypocrites, a hex on you.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112944370967964266</id><published>2005-10-16T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:21:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite happy</title><content type='html'>=) yep Yen Lin I am quite lalalalaa-happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be blinded when there's all the good people and things around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1610. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0221.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112944370967964266?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112944370967964266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112944370967964266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112944370967964266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112944370967964266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/quite-happy.html' title='Quite happy'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112926547962251880</id><published>2005-10-14T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:51:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall i do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i really prepared to do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112926547962251880?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112926547962251880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112926547962251880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112926547962251880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112926547962251880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112926430217767903</id><published>2005-10-14T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:31:42.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep falling on my head, our heads rather</title><content type='html'>We went out a couple of times, and what, half the time it rains on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 3 times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite fun getting caught in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not utterly drenched please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haf a phobia of flus and colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY when school is starting in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SCREAMS* 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so fast??? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay girl u missed school remember??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i miss school. I miss class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i DO miss my gang!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that makes me wanna go to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. =[ \ =] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112926430217767903?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112926430217767903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112926430217767903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112926430217767903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112926430217767903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head-our.html' title='Raindrops keep falling on my head, our heads rather'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112913121429382229</id><published>2005-10-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:33:34.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*By Request*</title><content type='html'>ahhaha this is for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms maxine ang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is down with a bad cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whose bf i just met loitering at woodlands~! =x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon! =] &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how nice he smells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sniffing it around myself when I just reached home after he sent me home. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the rare nice smelling guys I've stumbled upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, NOT those who are stinking of some  heavy cologne that makes me drown literally. &lt;br /&gt;and sneeze too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to ask what smell is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some light, fresh scent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it his bath foam or what moisturiser?? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hell no, it wasn't mr m i was talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112913121429382229?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112913121429382229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112913121429382229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112913121429382229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112913121429382229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/by-request.html' title='*By Request*'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112903933672733699</id><published>2005-10-11T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:02:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am excited to go on my mickey mouse date tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not desperate to jump into some other guys' arms, I'm just happy that I can open my heart to someone new, and definitely better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if Mickey Mouse [ so affectionately coined by Yiting ] is a good guy, but he &lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt; yeah i know seems, like a really sweet thing. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, he meets my Good Guy Wish List Criteria! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I am looking to meeting him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahhaaaa.. okay.. so i sound a tad over-excited.... and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm just expressing myself! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyuk hyuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's cute okaaay?!!!! He's not hunk material but he's definitely cutie pie. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112903933672733699?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112903933672733699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112903933672733699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112903933672733699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112903933672733699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-excited-to-go-on-my-mickey-mouse.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112887173705309586</id><published>2005-10-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:28:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was nice hearing his voice first thing in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very far away, yet he seemed so near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he does that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112887173705309586?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112887173705309586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112887173705309586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112887173705309586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112887173705309586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-was-nice-hearing-his-voice-first.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112824266756060553</id><published>2005-10-02T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:44:27.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger looks weird today. Or is it that long since i last blogged? &lt;br /&gt;Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;What's new? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hair cut, that for one is something &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping like there's no tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of *wowza* banana yellow patent heels. =D I adore it, though it isn't very nice to my pretty feet. It squeezes my toes together like a can of sardines, no wait, it's &lt;em&gt;tighter&lt;/em&gt; than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought another pair at Xodus, a pair of pink slip on's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip Gloss from Red Earth, &gt;&lt; aack, a mistake, since a chose a color that looked dark on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=| i shall hold on and wait patiently for L'oreal's new lipgloss to be on sale. It's already dropped to 14.90! Patience is a good virtue. *oohm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. new notebook, i realize i buy a new one every semester, sometimes more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAh ha! NEw lingerie from Pierre Cardin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PRETTY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalallaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112824266756060553?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112824266756060553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112824266756060553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112824266756060553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112824266756060553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogger-looks-weird-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112749280840300958</id><published>2005-09-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:26:48.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kokology: Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>Inside the candy store, you find rows and rows of old familiar candies, chocolate bars, sweets from your childhood and youth. &lt;br /&gt;Some are held in jars, others stacked in shelves neatly.&lt;br /&gt;What candy do you pick first? And why? Give the full reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While u're wandering in the store making selections, you notice a group of children outside the store who look like they are about to come in. &lt;br /&gt;How many actually do come in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your purchases and go home with a bag of candy. But when you open it you discover that the shopkeeper as added some free candies for you as a special treat.&lt;br /&gt;How many extras did you find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been thinking about giving the candy you bought as a gift to someone. To whom, if anyone would you give it to?&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crapping! &lt;br /&gt;The above was extracted from Kokology, the Game of Self Discovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your answers in mind, you can then read the 'answers':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you pick from the endless choices you had of candies? &lt;br /&gt;More importantly, WHY did you pick them? &lt;br /&gt;The reasoning behind your choice shows want you want most from other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your reason was something like, 'it had a cool wrapper', or 'it looks really nice', you're the type who makes judgements based on looks and appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you chose the candy bec you remembered how good it tasted or made you feel nonstalgic, you could be craving the attention and affection from ur mom as a child. &lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy, you're prolly often viewed as a mama's boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your reason was smth like, 'i picked it coz it came with a secret toy', you're prolly one who responds well to gifts, and u might get too materialistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm tired of typing so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THe number of kids who came in represents the number of ppl in life you need to depend on. &lt;br /&gt;1-5 is normal. 10 and above u're too reliant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. no of free candies shows how dependent u are on ur mom. &lt;br /&gt;Average is 1-2. If you say 10 - 20... time to spread ur wings and fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YAWNS.&lt;br /&gt;it's 12.35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birdie girlie needs her beauty sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4....... the person u give candy to is one u hope to take care of one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112749280840300958?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112749280840300958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112749280840300958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112749280840300958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112749280840300958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/09/kokology-sweet-memories.html' title='Kokology: Sweet Memories'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112627728688896395</id><published>2005-09-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:58:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House</title><content type='html'>Last night, a suspicious Duo crepted up to me, via MSN, and gave me a url. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;members.thai.net/sinthai/room.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i asked if it was any good, he replied smoothly, too smoothly, Yes babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cautiously, i clicked on the url and switched my speaker off the moment i heard the music. It transported me instantly to Japanese horror flick atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a dark doorway, which had a view of a dark room with a window and some flies buzzing around. &lt;br /&gt;There was only a photoframe to click on, and when i clicked, there was no reaction, impatient, i clicked a couple of times, and a ball bounced near the window, i clicked again and saw a headless boy sit at the window, me and my sister laughed nervously. NERVOUSLY. &lt;br /&gt;and suddenly a boy's head rolled in front of my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hella shocked and jumped outta my chair, while my lil sis Sydney screamed and bolted into the couch crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified I switched off the monitor and hopped into my couch too ,half expecting to see some head roll and pause in between my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gives me the creeps to think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112627728688896395?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112627728688896395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112627728688896395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112627728688896395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112627728688896395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/09/house.html' title='The House'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112599719418705861</id><published>2005-09-06T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:59:54.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Speak</title><content type='html'>I am now half a mute myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's the retribution from calling Wei Lian the Superstar a blind bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm as silent as a......... uhhhh bunny?? &lt;br /&gt;Lucky me. I now squawk away like a.... transvetite. With a croaky high pitched voice.... people either wince or giggle when i open my mouth to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sooooobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112599719418705861?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112599719418705861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112599719418705861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112599719418705861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112599719418705861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-speak.html' title='Don&apos;t Speak'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112567663283988089</id><published>2005-09-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:57:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>I'm in quite a good mood today. &lt;br /&gt;Well nothing good happened, in fact i suffered 3 bruises, two on my knee and shin from falling down when i ran to work, because i was late... and one from banging my hand on a wall. WEll stupid me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i was quite smiley =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; haf yet to volunteer... when can I find the perfect volunteering job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/ &lt;br /&gt;and i cannot believe blind bat won. GEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, i formed my Good Love Wish List. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this book titled 'Hello, Good Love!', by havin a list of qualities/characteristics of your ideal guy, it tranmits to the Universe[??] your desires and that you want your good guy. &lt;br /&gt;And your good guy will basically drop on your lap on a fine day. &lt;br /&gt;wahahhaaaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it would make a good list for me to check against the guys around me and I can sorta mark them against the qualities, &amp; i'll start creating a scorecard soon too. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112567663283988089?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112567663283988089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112567663283988089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112567663283988089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112567663283988089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/09/lalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Lalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112549392297629185</id><published>2005-08-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:12:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAWNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm terribly down with a hell of a flu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hungry. &lt;br /&gt;My parents just made me down a huge bottle of black herbal tea[24 icky herbs], it's SO FREAKING bitter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *SOBS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't anyone come to my rescue.....  *whines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112549392297629185?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112549392297629185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112549392297629185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112549392297629185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112549392297629185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112515681622010593</id><published>2005-08-27T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:57:37.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying not to laugh at Maxine's Agony Aunt column. I believe she is receiving plenty of letters daily begging for her professional advice. i love how she makes the stogy everyday problems look amusing, like how make-up makes just about anyone look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrors. &lt;br /&gt;I need to be shot hard in the head. &lt;br /&gt;Someone please do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that song in the Dim Sum Dollies, ' if i ... shoot me in the head..'??&lt;br /&gt;EEKs i shall not succumb to what's whirling in my mind and... uh,  elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could burn his hair. &lt;br /&gt;I am a creature of habit... when some 'routine' stuffs do not occur, i feel...&lt;br /&gt;off my rockets! And this certain 'routine stuff' is hella out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm doomed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Die.' Bai tells me solemnly, i assume, over MSN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Die DIE DIEEEEEEE LAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!' i echo after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have convinced myself I am destined to die with my ashes flying all over the place, in someone's hair or something [shi wu zhang sheng zhi di] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. Dumbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112515681622010593?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112515681622010593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112515681622010593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112515681622010593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112515681622010593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-trying-not-to-laugh-at-maxines.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112507266259998956</id><published>2005-08-26T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:11:02.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel cluttered. &lt;br /&gt;The two month holidays seem to be fleeting by so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and confused by some stuffs that jerks and guys alike do. &lt;br /&gt;*shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off enjoying singlehood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maid was quite good actually. Good storyline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112507266259998956?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112507266259998956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112507266259998956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112507266259998956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112507266259998956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-cluttered.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112455561658180959</id><published>2005-08-20T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:33:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dim Sum Dollies!</title><content type='html'>I thought the show was fantabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously the bestest, bestest show around. I laughed my head off at the about 2 hr long show. Selina Tan, Emma Yong, Pam Oei &amp; 'Chopstick Hossan Leong' were like the funniest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show made fun of everything SG- from the merlion to brazilian waxing to foodcourt aunties!&lt;br /&gt;It started of with 3 adorable &lt;em&gt;Mini&lt;/em&gt; Dim Sum Dollies in PAP kindergarten uniform,  and AIYO! i just loved it lor.&lt;br /&gt;Made my day, made me really really reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallly shiok ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When the going gets tough, say enough is enough, throw your head back and laugh' i remember the particular line they sang, and, well, quite inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And there was some 'Lor Mai Guys'!!!!!!!!!!! WAHAHA!!!!!!!!! who stripped to their hot pink undies!!!!!!! I was screaming happily and merrily at the sight of that! *WOOOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) I'd recommend for anyone who's feeling down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and our tickets costed a mere SGD FOUR. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, today was the last time it shows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112455561658180959?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112455561658180959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112455561658180959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112455561658180959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112455561658180959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/dim-sum-dollies.html' title='The Dim Sum Dollies!'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112438608508226468</id><published>2005-08-19T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:41:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Beach/Picture478.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i like this the best of all! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;lovely background, and more importantly, gorgeous foreground!!Pretty smiles. =)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112438608508226468?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112438608508226468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112438608508226468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112438608508226468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112438608508226468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-like-this-best-of-all-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259163.post-112438586287561558</id><published>2005-08-19T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:34:08.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Beach/Picture515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh that sexy ass. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112438586287561558?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112438586287561558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112438586287561558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112438586287561558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112438586287561558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/ooh-that-sexy-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112438574544187906</id><published>2005-08-19T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:39:47.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Beach/Picture500a.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I love how abstract and whoa this picture looks. &amp;amp; that old bicycle makes it better! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112438574544187906?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112438574544187906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112438574544187906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112438574544187906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112438574544187906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-how-abstract-and-whoa-this.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112417523660442034</id><published>2005-08-16T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:38:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Beach/Picture451.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Love how the water rushes over my feet. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112417523660442034?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112417523660442034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112417523660442034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112417523660442034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112417523660442034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-how-water-rushes-over-my-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112417476808820325</id><published>2005-08-16T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:46:08.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We saw seashells by the seashore!</title><content type='html'>And picked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gorgeous day yesterday, hot &amp; sunny, the weather was perfect for the beach.&lt;br /&gt;The sky was a sky blue shade of blue[duh] and the huge fluffy clouds formed many ever changing designs that looked like all sorta things... like pincers, like the rolling waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i went[ even though i....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a 8 man tent by Pasir Ris beach, okay, rather, KK &amp; Wan, and Yiting &amp;amp; eve and max helped out a bit. =p gee. i just realised the only time i touched the tent was when it was done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm a mean girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures which are with Ting &amp; Max.&lt;br /&gt;the pictures were fantastic! Teckie takes really good shots. ^^ oh i dreamt teckie was crying to me! DREAMt lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after a while me and max went to swim in the brown dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. all sG waters look like that... so... just swim.&lt;br /&gt;And max wouldn't dare to swim far, for fear of....&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;stone fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.... well we didn't see nor jump on any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we tanned in the water coz the sand was so hot it BURNS.&lt;br /&gt;water is cooling and fun and, it's water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also our belated Rachie's birthday celebration!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our talented ting ting baked a deliciously yummy brownie cake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; longan jelly to cool our roasted bodies!  THaaanks sweetie!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rachie loved them. and Ting too. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Louis Armstrong croaks: ' &amp; i think to myself, What a wonderful world.....'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was lotsa lotsa fun! and so leisurely and relaxing. AH.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and max went shell picking, she had a collection of pincers and we finally found a wholly intact crab! which was hollow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i spilled half our mine while trying to sun it just now.&lt;br /&gt;it crashed 3 storeys below. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until she left it by the table to cool and they got thrown away. damn!&lt;br /&gt;we had BBQ food.. which i once again.. only ate. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple fare... fishballs.. hotdogs.. and more balls. and otah!&lt;br /&gt;=p  tad hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night came, it was seriously, spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting max n i laid in the ten trying to sleep, but we were yakking lar. when we saw many shadows... and they seemed to come closer and closer, and surrounded us! 'Oh gawd! It's some desperate group of bangladesh workers and they want to rape us!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw shawn's face.&lt;br /&gt;Tim, Dinesh, Zul &amp; Shawn- we enjoyed their company for a while, plus a exclusive stand-up comedy show, affectionately titled by Max, 'Momo &amp;amp; Neshnesh Show' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While chilling in the tent at like 10+, &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;, we caught the shadow of a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's normal to haf shadows cast on the tent, because many people walk around and all, but this particular shadow was SHORT! half the size of our average shadow. and we didn't see anything outside. why would any kid be running around alone at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWICE! Max, wan &amp; I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;me and max exchanged the 'did you see that face' and shuddered.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah it's the Hungry Ghost Festival now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that wasn't so bad. Later when the group was split it got really strange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting &amp; I went off to the toilet, and after that we sat by the swing and swung, just chatting.&lt;br /&gt;When we saw Wan &amp;amp; Max walk out of the toilet, we yelled and called our voices almost hoarse and they simply did not hear us and we thought they were trying to play deaf. So we hopped off our swings and ran after them. And we were like 8 steps behind them, yakking away and our slippers flapping and all, i mean we were &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; loud. &amp; they still ignored us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we reached our pit and turned in, to our surprise the two just kept walking straight. thinking they were trying to scare us or something, we let them be.&lt;br /&gt;They came back after a while and asked me and ting, ' Eh where you all two go?? Go toilet so long. We go and find also dun haf. We thought you were on the swing but it was empty.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ting had the 'what-the-hell' look.&lt;br /&gt;'Wah lau.. you all two stop playing lar. PRetending only right.'&lt;br /&gt;they maintained a straight face and said no.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; went on to tell us they saw no one sitting at their pit, which was why they missed the pit and went on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve was sitting there all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home later on at 4.30 am and had daddy pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;i told him about seeing the boy's shadow, and about wan &amp; max not being able to see nor hear us.&lt;br /&gt;And he said the ghost was prolly covering their eyes and ears.&lt;br /&gt;I brushed him off &amp;amp; said, Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;He ignored me and went on, you don't know how many people die there arh.. the other day some one drowned at Kallang river, a good swimmer kno'.. also drown, he got &lt;em&gt;gou hun,&lt;/em&gt; [meaning to have one's spirit hooked away by another ]Cannot swim in 7th mth ar...&lt;br /&gt;then the little boy prolly drowned there too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i reached home i was terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112417476808820325?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112417476808820325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112417476808820325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112417476808820325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112417476808820325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-saw-seashells-by-seashore.html' title='We saw seashells by the seashore!'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112403780526733625</id><published>2005-08-15T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T00:43:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower of faery dust</title><content type='html'>Had steamboat with part of the Bimboatics today. KK, Alex, Wan, Ting &amp; i.&lt;br /&gt;Max &amp;amp; her Mai made a guest appearance, then vanished into the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was good and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had live prawns which jumped out of the box, at me, and tried to assassinate me with his... disgusting wet appearance. I screamed like a bimbo[as usual...], and  ducked behind yiting who laughed happily at my misfortune. It then proceeded to dip itself in our chilli- becoming chilli prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr K.K for some reason said we were being evil and sinful, for killing the prawns. OF COURSE WE KILL PRAWNS. den wad, nurture them and kiss them? Okay i do kiss them... after i peel off their irritating shells and taste the oh-so-smooooooothhhh texture of fresh succulent praaaawns. Aah heaven. [ Note: after they're cooked] .... [thoroughly] ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahhhaa i bet he's running away from his screen in terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... Alex Shieh was BRAVE!!! Please applaud for his courage and bravery of daring to pick up the prawns which had flew outta its home. *YAY!!!  ALL the guys wouldn't touch it leh! Especially Ahmad Syazwan who looked a tad scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks started at 8pm, and glory be, it was just across the street, and all the steamboaters scrambled across as the fireworks exploded above our heads to get a better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy was it fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there was a few different themes tonight, there was the Ocean theme- where the music played was of the ocean waves rushing, dolphins squeaking , seagulls ... and the fireworks sorta imitated the jumping of dolphins in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think dere was also a jungle theme.. a rocket theme, some army theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful; myriad of colours soared in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;15 mins of solid fireworks and wonderful music... and i felt a tinge of melancholy in me as i watched the amazing choreography appear.&lt;br /&gt;Then i looked around me, and saw them, their mouths wide open, and smiled faintly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to have them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would i do without you wonderful, wonderful friends?&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;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112403780526733625?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112403780526733625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112403780526733625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112403780526733625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112403780526733625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/shower-of-faery-dust.html' title='Shower of faery dust'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112386188611525247</id><published>2005-08-12T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:51:26.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Super Star??</title><content type='html'>I saw a trailer for Channel U's chuan xin Superstar, and to my horror, that blind guy, was one of the two male finalists left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm don't want to appear to be discriminating.&lt;br /&gt;i am ,aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he-must-not-win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he is a very talented singer, but performer? Maybe not. He may be able to sing really well, but he can't dance, and singing is all he can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good they accepted him into the competition, it's amazing he made it this far, &amp; I thought he'd be eliminated last week, leaving the 2 other guys who were able to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean if he emerges the champion? It means SG has &lt;em&gt;limited&lt;/em&gt; talents-and their chinese 'Superstar' is blind.&lt;br /&gt;It means the two other guys lost to a blind guy.&lt;br /&gt;It means we're pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;It just projects a poor image of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far can he go?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, if he hides his real identity like that Ocean Yang guy(i heard he looks like an uncle), some might buy his album for his voice. Unlike the rest, he can't do advertisements or promotion for any company, (Blind man as a spokesman?! puh leaze! i'll definitely NOT buy that product), he'll stay a hidden singer, and someday his singing career will just fade and return to basking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do (honest), admire him for his courage to take that step and show SGreans that hey, i'm blind but i'm not useless. If I were blind, i doubt I'll be able to things in stride like he did. *applauds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i definitely wouldn't be able to find something I'm good at.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even discovered my talent. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contradict myself, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the best man win. (yuk cliche yes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112386188611525247?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112386188611525247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112386188611525247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112386188611525247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112386188611525247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/blind-super-star.html' title='Blind Super Star??'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112377797592727036</id><published>2005-08-11T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:32:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find that i can't listen to the type of music i used to listen in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to what i usually don't in the past: Green day, Electrico(that local band)..Bic Runger.. and some interesting names i've nvr heard of. Thanks LuLu, who tried to transfer his playlist to mine. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i do like them; but i used to think only oldies and gold were super.&lt;br /&gt;Still think they're quite super though. LOL&lt;br /&gt;WEll WELl.. i should be open to fresh and quality music, yeah must agree i was, too.. critical and judgemental of the current music, and everything else, people... their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as i type i feel a tad empty in a fulfilling manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i had a wonderful day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raphael's research exam ended, concluded the end of our exams and the start of our *whooooooooooopeeeeeeeee* holidays. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to Marche's for dinner where we(teckie,max,ting, wan &amp; i) crapped, and ate. *yum the rosti was good, so was their crepes, so was the porkneck. oh i'm salivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we chilled at Esplanade... it was really nice, we didn't do much, but just talk about simple stuffs.. enjoy the pretty view, and the sound of the waves coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) i have so many things to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maine's b'day on sun&lt;br /&gt;2. Gang bbq~~on mon&lt;br /&gt;3. Chalet on wed&lt;br /&gt;3. do facial mask soon&lt;br /&gt;4. Volunteer &amp; really do it!&lt;br /&gt;5. Tutor Sydney&lt;br /&gt;6. Ask frens i haven seen in ages out for coffee&lt;br /&gt;7. learn keyboard&lt;br /&gt;8. Go on holiday??&lt;br /&gt;9. think of ideas for Triumph(!!! i could win one year's supply of Triumph's products!!!!!!! eeekss! I WANT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;10. work and earn $$ this 2 mths&lt;br /&gt;11. Shop and wahahahhaaaaa shoes, bags, clothes here i come!&lt;br /&gt;12. dye my hair this season's colour- purple!&lt;br /&gt;13. grow taller. =[&lt;br /&gt;14. do some sports.&lt;br /&gt;15. tan but leave my face fair. LOL&lt;br /&gt;16. act less like a birdie.&lt;br /&gt;17. look prettier&lt;br /&gt;18. ENJOY ENJOY ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) never been happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112377797592727036?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112377797592727036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112377797592727036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112377797592727036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112377797592727036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-find-that-i-cant-listen-to-type-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112324535118018273</id><published>2005-08-05T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:47:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eve said I startled some guy at the mrt station on our way home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BEE GEES is coming to town!' i said i TAD loudly pointing at the poster behind this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve: WHO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy looks at us with bemused expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BEE GEES LAR! ROBIN GIBB!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WAh say until like that i thought your fren.'&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm recounting the incident i feel like giggling. hehahehaea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while me and eve chat i have this feeling he's listening, we were talking about psychology and 'matters of the heart'. Occasionally he'd turn and look at us.. he was indeed quite cute... tanned.. healthy looking, he looks decent and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i reckon i'm not his type, guys like him would date, (i stereotype) tanned, sporty girls, who go to the beach regularly and play ball or something. I am, apparently, hella far from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frightened, i stress, &lt;em&gt;frightened &lt;/em&gt;of the huge mass of fiery ball. It darkens pigmentation on my skin, makes me look &lt;em&gt;chao tar, &lt;/em&gt;and increases my risk of getting skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Right, i sound like some mad... mad... bird. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i am too lazy for sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! when he got off at sembawang i swear he turned around and sneaked a peek at us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to smile at him; but i thought that was a bit too... uhhh.... initiative of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eve is right- the best well to heal a broken heart is to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. right to a certain extent though.. What if he turns out to be a jerk? &amp; i get my heart crushed again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'm prepared to get bullied again!!! But just dating is quite fun. =x the fun and thrill of knowing somebody new who is a potential... &lt;em&gt;soulmate. AH HA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to moi books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sorta hope i'll meet him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112324535118018273?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112324535118018273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112324535118018273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112324535118018273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112324535118018273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/eve-said-i-startled-some-guy-at-mrt.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112290484372794527</id><published>2005-08-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:00:43.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Picture136.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;whahaha this picture is blur for its own good. but he quite shuai really. ^^ and my hair was short. =S&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112290484372794527?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112290484372794527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112290484372794527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112290484372794527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112290484372794527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/whahaha-this-picture-is-blur-for-its.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112290430886320388</id><published>2005-08-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:51:48.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Horrors!&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I kissed this guy last night.&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to be someone else, but the face was this guy from my church! His name is lucas, yeah well, no one from church knows I have a blog, so i'm quite safe from being confronted for 'fantasizing' of some one I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some weird reason i was walking around in my undies &amp; a shirt like it was nobody's business. THough we were in public, only lucas &amp;amp; i seemed to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me in a slighly drunkard manner and asked 'why are u seducing me?!'&lt;br /&gt;To which i whined and insisted i wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was SO WEIRD~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he kiss me back? I think he resisted , but did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite amused now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet it has some secret meaning in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we dated before. hm... like 4 years ago when i still looked like some silly moron.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was a wonderful guy, but we broke up due to some circumstances, and well... it was kinda sad for us. i still have our pictures actually.... HEY.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa they look so geeky!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112290430886320388?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112290430886320388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112290430886320388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112290430886320388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112290430886320388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/08/horrors-i-dreamt-i-kissed-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112280250038961441</id><published>2005-07-31T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:35:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness defined:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.&lt;em&gt; by Aristotle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness comes only from appreciating what you have right now. You can even be happy by appreciating your troubles because they are helping to build your character by &lt;a href="http://www.confidencecenter.com/" target="new"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Harriet Meyerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happiness ain't a thing in itself--it's only a contrast with something that ain't pleasant &lt;em&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy &lt;em&gt;by Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112280250038961441?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112280250038961441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112280250038961441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112280250038961441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112280250038961441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/happiness-defined-happiness-is-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112265654019116606</id><published>2005-07-30T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:02:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kicking in again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting... i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't run away.&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide under my mask permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up already. wake up. stop wallowing in misery. stop stop stop stop stop. he's never going to come back even if i cry till i go blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, you're a silly fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112265654019116606?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112265654019116606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112265654019116606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112265654019116606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112265654019116606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112265387585067468</id><published>2005-07-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:17:55.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fling, Flang, Flung.</title><content type='html'>Fling, Flang, Flung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK offered to be my fling, flang, flung today. &amp; asked if Syaz could join him. I rejected him, and he looked a tad crestfallen. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic 4 wasn't really fantastic though.&lt;br /&gt; i liked the characters.. JEssica Alba was, as usual, hot.&lt;br /&gt;Some cute guy was Torch, and some ooloo guy was.. the elastic man.&lt;br /&gt;The visuals were quite entertaining, but the plot wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;THe 4 of them were exposed to some.. sorta waves in outerspace, and I demanded, ' So they become fantastic after that????'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they're fantastic--&gt; kills villian--&gt; saves the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. there wasn't any twist at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Island is ten thousand times better. Love the story plus the visuals. Gore and disgust but appropriate and necessary.&lt;br /&gt;and Ewan is so darling gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!! I was kinda jealous of Scarlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*remembers how he sang to Satine in Moulin Rouge, Swoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Mr A. today. ( Max has Mr M, i haf Mr A! Nah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore orange, and had fair skin.&lt;br /&gt;he's a grad from Lifescience.&lt;br /&gt;He was kinda reserved and shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i actually chatted up some guy today?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;at SPOTLIGHT, he asked for 25m of RED CLOTH. they had only 11.5m.&lt;br /&gt;and out of curiousity, i asked, 'uh.. why do you need so much red cloth for?'&lt;br /&gt;he said to make some tent. TENT?! RED cloth. GEE. attract ghosts or wad. =x&lt;br /&gt;and we chatted abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't like hot or anything... but ... well it was just so unlike me. I've never talked to any guy like that!!&lt;br /&gt;oh actually... one week ago, i talked to a SPH reporter on the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Old guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112265387585067468?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112265387585067468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112265387585067468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112265387585067468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112265387585067468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/fling-flang-flung.html' title='Fling, Flang, Flung.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112255489601894253</id><published>2005-07-28T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:48:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slutty or Sexy.</title><content type='html'>I saw a girl dressed in a skimpy top and a mirco denim skirt today with black heels, and scary make-up. She was quite pretty actually, but today i thought she looked cheap and slutty.&lt;br /&gt;The moment she walked into the room i went 'oh my gawd. What the hell happened to her???'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's prolly going clubbing after class or something... but still... it was quite strange on a thurday afternoon in nyp.&lt;br /&gt;Her make up was so thick i can see it like 10 kilometres away. NAw... uhhh 10 steps lar. I'm not used to thick make-up, it's sort of like war paint on my face, me prefers natural and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll... so what was it??&lt;br /&gt;The attitude? The clothes? The make-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consulted the 'quirky fashion sense guru', Ms Maxine Mikaeleia: What's the difference between being sexy and being slutty, who told me... 'Oh if you're wearing a short skirt, cover up on the top, if you are wearing a skimpy top, wear pants or more cloth on the bottom.'&lt;br /&gt;Aah.. the words of the guru indeed leaves me in awe. but kinda duh right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sorta made sense... well...... but i still don't know, perhaps I'm too narrow minded and conservative, or it could be that she simply oozes 'cheap cheap, le long le long' instead of the desired 'Woot! hot!' , and it could also be that i'm bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms guru.. when will you let me meet that cute guy!!!? =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112255489601894253?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112255489601894253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112255489601894253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112255489601894253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112255489601894253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/slutty-or-sexy.html' title='Slutty or Sexy.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112246255763956341</id><published>2005-07-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T19:09:17.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'It is throwing advertising money down the drain!'</title><content type='html'>I realize i do tend to click on adverts on friendster, i clicked on one for California Fitness two weeks ago...  and today i clicked on this interesting ad by citibank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out about the student's card it said, no minimum income level, no annum payment~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good, i thought and clicked like 3 times and it said server down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was quite smart of them to place ad's on Friendster.com to reach out to target audience of age 15 to 25 perhaps, just too bad for the lousy server which irritates the potential customers, and gives the customers a bad impression too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wasted advertising money, it could have cost them.... i don't know.. 5 K to place that ad up there? Maybe more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL sounds boring, i know, it's so IMC, marketing.&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobs. French test, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112246255763956341?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112246255763956341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112246255763956341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112246255763956341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112246255763956341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-is-throwing-advertising-money-down.html' title='&apos;It is throwing advertising money down the drain!&apos;'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112212950546851419</id><published>2005-07-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:38:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow your heart</title><content type='html'>For some weeks, I have been searching all over for this book named Follow Your Heart.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I found it while i was rushing to get a book to er, shit. I spent 15 mins sitting on the toilet bowl and flippin through it.&lt;br /&gt;And had a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the toilet feeling wonderfully, enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL oh yes my toilet has healing effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, now that I'm made to live without someone i used to have, it forces me to realize how empty my life really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, my life has been much of a routine; i go to school and study, date, go shopping and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I made him my god. *snorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced to adapt to circumstances, I found out the root of my problem, 'Get a life!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had virtually no life. No hobbies, no interests, no talents= no meaning in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy to say I have finally found the courage and the determination to follow my heart; I am going to learn to play the keyboard or learn how to dance(ballet), &amp; volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) I am so on my way to becoming a better person, who has a purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... It's true that we live to love, but the people you love aren't just limited to the opposite sex. You have your family to appreciate and cherish, your friends to hug and cuddle, and the whole world to share your joy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love, to accept them for who they are, and not judge them on what they do or say or choose to live their life. To expect nothing in return, perhaps just more love. ;) *love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting there’s myself to adore. =) By loving myself, it means to accept me! And not criticize, judge, belittle myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not looking forward to a new relationship yet, but *shrugs, if it comes, it comes, if it doesn’t, then… it doesn’t. Who needs guys anyway? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I’m still sad and grieving, KK. But as I told u just now, Pain is inevitable, but misery is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;I’m still in pain, I hurt when I think of him, but I am choosing to be happy and better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone. Everyone who comforted me when I was in need of a shoulder, a hug, a smile, a concerned look, I am so grateful to you. Thanks for asking, and just being there for me. I don’t know what to do if not for everyone. I owe it to you all that I’m walking on, and running perhaps sprinting towards recovery!&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, here I come!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112212950546851419?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112212950546851419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112212950546851419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112212950546851419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112212950546851419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/follow-your-heart.html' title='Follow your heart'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112203186785295676</id><published>2005-07-22T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:31:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For once in my life, i feel really, really, utterly, depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i've ever cried so much.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe wad is happening to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has shattered in front of me. I'm writhing in pain and agony, nothing has felt this insane before. I'm ripping apart inside, my heart is just so,so, painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you? Suddenly i have no reason to survive on this planet, but i know suicide is definitely not the way out. I cannot bear with this. Every song, everything, every place, i am reminded of you. What&lt;em&gt; is &lt;/em&gt;wrong with me? I hate to let this happen. I hate to let my emotions overwhelm and kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me please,&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit longer&lt;br /&gt;together we can make it&lt;br /&gt;our love is much too young to break it&lt;br /&gt;love me please&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;everytime i look at you i can feel the glow.&lt;br /&gt;baby please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know, it's not possible. It's not going to work out anymore, I deserve better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd stop wallowing in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd get hit by a car, a lorry, anything.&lt;br /&gt;someone could stab me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tempted now.&lt;br /&gt;self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;please don't do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was just unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to love thoroughly, and soulfully and  cried, then to not love at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destruct me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112203186785295676?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112203186785295676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112203186785295676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112203186785295676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112203186785295676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-once-in-my-life-i-feel-really.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112092211176663594</id><published>2005-07-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:39:24.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' I will love you, baby, always.'</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across the song Always by Bon Jovi on a song lyrics site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This romeo is bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But you can't see his blood&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing but some feelings&lt;br /&gt;That this old dog kicked up&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining since you left me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm drowning in the flood&lt;br /&gt;You see I've always been a fighter&lt;br /&gt;But without you I give up&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't sing a love song&lt;br /&gt;Like the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore&lt;br /&gt;But baby, that's just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you, baby - Always&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there forever and a day - Always&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there till the stars don't shine&lt;br /&gt;Till the heavens burst and&lt;br /&gt;The words don't rhyme&lt;br /&gt;And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you - Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your pictures that you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Are just memories of a different life&lt;br /&gt;Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry&lt;br /&gt;One that made you have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair&lt;br /&gt;To touch your lips, to hold you near&lt;br /&gt;When you say your prayers try to understand&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes, I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;When he holds you close, when he pulls you near&lt;br /&gt;When he says the words you've been needing to hear&lt;br /&gt;I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine&lt;br /&gt;To say to you till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I will love you baby - Always&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there forever and a day - Always&lt;br /&gt;If you told me to cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I could&lt;br /&gt;If you told me to die for you&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my face&lt;br /&gt;There's no price I won't pay&lt;br /&gt;To say these words to you&lt;br /&gt;Well, there ain't no luck&lt;br /&gt;In these loaded dice&lt;br /&gt;But baby if you give me just one more try&lt;br /&gt;We can pack up our old dreams&lt;br /&gt;And our old lives&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a place where the sun still shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you, baby - Always&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there forever and a day - Always&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there till the stars don't shine&lt;br /&gt;Till the heavens burst and&lt;br /&gt;The words don't rhyme&lt;br /&gt;And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you - Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first love song anyone sang to me. It brought back some memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with him was a love-hate one.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Adam(first man on earth; my first boyfriend too).&lt;br /&gt;His frens called him &lt;em&gt;Ya Dan, &lt;/em&gt;translated to Duck Egg in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;He was a sweet, considerate and attentive boyfriend. i knew he loved me deeply.&lt;br /&gt;I was 13 then, him 15.&lt;br /&gt;He came to pick me up every morning at 6.30am;and he would carry my textbooks for me and we would go to school hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;We were together for, if i remember correctly, 1year.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in the beginning, it was all honeymoon-y and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our relationship ended bitterly; i think he hated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was someone great to talk to, too bad we never really kept in contact.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if we met later both of us would be more mature then, and not well, act like morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~! I have my keithy now.&lt;br /&gt;He's all i'll ever want, my gorgeous baby. *muacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him like googoo gaga. though i just saw him hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;He's prolly gaming now. *think of me, darling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs wistfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112092211176663594?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112092211176663594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112092211176663594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112092211176663594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112092211176663594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-will-love-you-baby-always.html' title='&apos; I will love you, baby, always.&apos;'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112080698135912087</id><published>2005-07-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:16:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumbO</title><content type='html'>Oh i'm feeling bitchy right now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i'll start being mean and rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can be really dumb sometimes, and yeah, especially when my guy has a patented tagline stuck on him, 'Keith is dumb'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, i'd attempt to glare someone down when someone tells me that, which is just about everyone, from KK, wan, max, eve or his own gang, arshad, kevin and kaidi.&lt;br /&gt;Keith is dumb they all say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this very moment, i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to hint him something, and he was like unreceptive and couldn't catch that twinkle in my eye(or maybe it wasn't twinkling), or that edge in my tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm COLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112080698135912087?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112080698135912087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112080698135912087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112080698135912087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112080698135912087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/dumbo.html' title='dumbO'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112064146247462031</id><published>2005-07-06T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:17:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Yeah see that white mass near the lady in red on the stage? Dat's David Beckham. -.-" i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112064146247462031?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112064146247462031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112064146247462031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112064146247462031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112064146247462031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah-see-that-white-mass-near-lady-in.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112057096936687015</id><published>2005-07-05T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:42:49.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Bacon???!</title><content type='html'>My sister calls David Beckham David &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bacon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I told her Beckham was coming to NYP yesterday and she echoed after me, tho slightly mispronounced, 'WAH BACON coming to ur school ar! So Good!! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flinched in horror and screeched, 'BEEEECCCKHAAAM LAR!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... David was gorgeous tho i sat like 200 thousand rows away from the stage. okay, 20 rows. But that was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some NYAA(National Youth Achievement Award)  award giving ceremony, and (oh-my-gawd) DAvid Beckham was the guest-of-honour to give away the award to this lady Victoria(his wife! =x) QUEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was really a boring one if not for the dazzling celeb. He wore a all white sports outfit, which made him look like a some shiny glowing object on my camera phone. But boy, was he cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it struck me how big this NYAA was, so much so that even the British Commissioner &amp; David Beckham came to visit NanYang Polytechnic. Not that i  belittle my school, but you know, NYP??! Of all places? For a moment i wanted to take part in NYAA, and aim to win some lifetime award and get some gorgeous celeb to give away a medal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had this guy... Khoo something. oops. =x He is Singapore's very own adverturer, he climbed Mt Everest and many else, and is soon going to swim across The English Channel. He will be swimming for weeks. His speech was quite inspiring actually, I was very impressed with his achievements. 'Community, Courage &amp; C.... uhhh..... something.' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Beckham was here for like.... just 15 minutes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Very tight schedule.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see ya, dave! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112057096936687015?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112057096936687015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112057096936687015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112057096936687015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112057096936687015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/david-bacon.html' title='David Bacon???!'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-112048955352340935</id><published>2005-07-04T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:21:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been so long.</title><content type='html'>my my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i last blogged. i dont dare to check my stats for the mth. it's prolly 0.&lt;br /&gt;wow much have happened since the last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm might be meeting david, beckham! tmr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i do, and get an interview with him. it's a once in a lifetime opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to church. how and why?? beats me. i was talked into it in a funeral. i know, of all places. You'd be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i completed a few ICA's and i'm feeling quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lousy Compaq computer crashed on me, and i purchased a brand new pentium 4 celeron CPU. YAY!!! what a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend is looking better each day. ^^ he doesn't even have to use a broom to sweep me off my feet. i know dat was one corny line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a modelling agency, which was a scam. I accompanied a fren there, in which we expected was a cheat. The minute they showed us studio shots, we knew it was crap.&lt;br /&gt;and later she told us it would cost us 268.&lt;br /&gt;and my shrewd fren ended the conversation about immediately, quite politely, i was surprised, since he was usually very rude.&lt;br /&gt;he concluded that these sorta agencies earn money from making people taking studio shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, and I like to believe so. I don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one of my darling bird died, it fell to its death. which made me and sydney bawl our eyes out. it was heart breaking when we touched it and it laid there not moving at all. it'd usually jump at us. When i lifted it up very delicately, her little head hung limply to the side. Utterly horrified, we were hoping it fainted. But alas, from how limp her body was, you know she was dead, tho a tad warm.&lt;br /&gt;We attempted to bury it but the ground was soooooooooo hard. i was knocking the ground with a yellow &lt;em&gt;plastic &lt;/em&gt;shovel&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;n gave up. i placed her in a box(coffin) and slided her down the rubbish chute sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn the ground for being so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i went shopping during the sale. wouldnt miss it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;i spent quite alot according to my account balance, but visually, it seemed REALLY LITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;like just a few tops and 2 bottom. and a pair of shoes. 200 over.&lt;br /&gt;where got lor.&lt;br /&gt;the bank eat my money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-112048955352340935?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/112048955352340935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=112048955352340935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112048955352340935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/112048955352340935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-so-long.html' title='it&apos;s been so long.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111858460750769103</id><published>2005-06-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:56:47.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Lovely Lovely darlings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I hear Yiting has a new addition to her family, it's a notebook.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;So do I! Just that mine is feathery and pretty pretty SWEEEEEET! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Oh they're just gorgeous. They steal hearts. I&amp;nbsp; bet Keith's too will be stolen when he meets these tweets. *Sigh. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Oh but they're a handful. Like a armful perhaps. Tiny they may seem but they make quite a lot of noise especially when they're hungry, impatient and er constantly hungry, they sometimes drive me gaga with headache.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG class=thumbnailover onmouseover="this.className='thumbnailover';" style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 124px" onmouseout="this.className='thumbnail';" height=181 src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/th_day3.jpg" width=201&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;OOh i just love em, love them to bits. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Lovable, utterly kissable things. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*MUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAACKX! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111858460750769103?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111858460750769103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111858460750769103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111858460750769103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111858460750769103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/06/lovely-lovely-lovely-darlings.html' title='Lovely Lovely Lovely darlings.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111815375319248247</id><published>2005-06-07T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:15:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out the Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Feeling quite relaxed and er, organized yesterday, I decided to do something i had been procrastinating for the longest time.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Cleaning out the Closet&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When i was in secondary school, i remember bragging to my classmate i had more than 50 pieces of clothing.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She went WAH so much ar! so good, quite enviously.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Later on when i paid her a visit at her place, she introduced her literally exploding wardrobe to me and i wanted to smack my head on the wall. Hers was horribly horrible. Like all the clothing were literally packed in every shelf. *Wobbles. Lied to me you meean girl.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 148px" height=189 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Picture2.jpg" width=219&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Appalling sight of all sorta chup-pa-lang clothes&amp;nbsp;i threw out of my closet in disgust. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I later on found some 'retro' clothes like the white and blue original Guess? jeans which were goon-doo high waisted. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;And look at that flowerly print swimsuit. EEKS. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG class=thumbnailover onmouseover="this.className='thumbnailover';" onmouseout="this.className='thumbnail';" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/th_Picture12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;That's me trying on some old er... jumpsuit??? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;It makes me look like FAAAAAT. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture13.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG class=thumbnailover onmouseover="this.className='thumbnailover';" onmouseout="this.className='thumbnail';" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/th_Picture13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Boy and look at this, it's actually another jumpsuit from Esprit, size S. S!!!!!!! it's like like an XL???! so big lor. I tried it on and i could see what color my undies were. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp; That bad. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture39.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG class=thumbnailover onmouseover="this.className='thumbnailover';" onmouseout="this.className='thumbnail';" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/th_Picture39.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=knk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG class=thumbnailover onmouseover="this.className='thumbnailover';" onmouseout="this.className='thumbnail';" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/th_knk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=knk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;WAH and look at this!!! Highlight of the day!!!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Pretty picture i made keithy take with me while he played Pinball at the Editing Suite, but it looks like some picture max n mr m always take! Coz Mr M always look away!!! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;=) &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;but i'm down with a bad cold today. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Oh well. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111815375319248247?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111815375319248247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111815375319248247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111815375319248247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111815375319248247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/06/cleaning-out-closet.html' title='Cleaning out the Closet'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111772726430077672</id><published>2005-06-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:47:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Life is but a dream'</title><content type='html'>People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently i realized i have changed quite significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed so much my pride has dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't walk with my head held high like a lady anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111772726430077672?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111772726430077672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111772726430077672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111772726430077672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111772726430077672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-is-but-dream.html' title='&apos;Life is but a dream&apos;'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111770770650129028</id><published>2005-06-02T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:21:46.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go home.</title><content type='html'>Home- the place where i am myself. and accepted. and adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i am comfy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life hates me, &amp; so do I hate you, Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, my Life is the result of chance, fate, and sheer foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't quite understand what I'm talking about,  I suppose this is one of the times when even I can't express myself accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go home and do masks and exfoliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest i turn physically unattractive and ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111770770650129028?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111770770650129028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111770770650129028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111770770650129028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111770770650129028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='I wanna go home.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111744431457767170</id><published>2005-05-30T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:11:54.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Dogs for me</title><content type='html'>This morning, the earliest morning i ever woke up in my life, at 5.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;I heard this loud, terrified squeal, and i was dreaming in la la land, of someone doing something. Upon hearing the squeal, my head registered that the noise wasn't apt in this scene, and I jumped up realizing it could be my pet birds being ensnarled by some mean cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed out of my room and looked around at the birds, they still had their heads tucked under their wings, feathers unruffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that sound ar?? i asked Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;dunno leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened the leaving room window, and saw something moving below. I thought i saw 2 dogs circling each other, about to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Bah- i can't possibly run down to stop them, they'd bite me instead, if ithrow something down at them i might even injure them.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well- so i went off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Den Sydney the kapo girl went to wake my dad and ask to come look see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did. guess what long sighted daddy saw n short sighted me didn't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big stray dog attacking cute little brown bunny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time daddy saw it, cute brown bunny was already dead. OH GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was appalled, my dad 'OI' the dog and it jumped and scurried away with its prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry cutie pie. Arrghh.. if i had worn my glasses i'd haf seen the dog ANd bunny. and perhaps i could OI it and scare it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i forgot all about the owners.&lt;br /&gt;THey were freaking awake!!!&lt;br /&gt;IRRESPONSIBLE SH*T!&lt;br /&gt;my sis saw light from their window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely if someone sleeping in a room 3 levels higher with windows tightly shut can hear that heart wrenching squeal of terror from the lil bunny they can right??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH but why won't they freaking save it?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (It's theirs btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AIYA- &lt;/em&gt;it's a religion thing. They were malays, and i guess malays want nothing to do with dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STILL!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They should  have kept their bunnies in a safe place like inside their house??? where no mean and evil creature would devour them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGH~~~!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna check out their bunnies later, and if they bunnies are still outside the house instead of inside, I'll complain to SPCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and bunnies are usually VERY quiet, they hardly even squeak or anything.&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine how painful and scared it must have been when it squealed that loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fall asleep later, until 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dreamt Keithy died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUst because i touched him gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and according to Maxine in Dream, 'SEE?! you spoilt his nerve endings! YOU touched him!!! You killed him!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that keithy shrunk from 180 cm to some 5 cm pawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111744431457767170?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111744431457767170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111744431457767170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111744431457767170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111744431457767170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-more-dogs-for-me.html' title='No more Dogs for me'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111660024784730052</id><published>2005-05-20T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:44:07.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2745/320/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2829%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2745/320/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2829%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie- the light in my darkness. i'm glad i had you around.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111660024784730052?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111660024784730052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111660024784730052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111660024784730052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111660024784730052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/barbie-light-in-my-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111660034160453138</id><published>2005-05-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:45:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excruciating pain, i say.</title><content type='html'>Right. I exaggerate like mad i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly speaking, today was a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly late for school, and was wearing my new pretty flowery shoe. It looks lovely, i know. BUT, oh gawd. the devilish shoe bit me so hard on my feet my right foot was bleeding at the back. and too add to that, i had someone pulling me and making me walk with my teeth gritting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even realize my foot was bleeding- i reached azhar's class, sat down immediately and took the bloody(literally) shoes off. and started to apply a Hansplast to my left ankle which seemed more painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, who was beside me, looked down at my feet and went, 'OH MY GAWD.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what what??' i asked, about to look down at right feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, OH MY GAWD is so apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was horrified myself. Did i repeat his line? i was so shocked at the sight of blood surrounding my right ankle i didn't quite know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, the qualified Red Cross person, on instinct, went down to blardy feet  and started to clean off blood with a piece of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was momentarily stunned, because my ankle was really scary and someone was at my feet, attending to my ankle!&lt;br /&gt;well, the last person who cleaned a wound for me was prolly mom, say....7 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;*sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THanks KK. like a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so delicately treated by a person for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why in dramas, whenever the male lead gets his finger cut while chopping cucumbers(dumbo, like that also can chop yr self), and the female lead will practically panic like mad and scramble to clean his wound tenderly and blow it- ah.. then the camera will zoom to the male lead's overflowing gratitude stuck on his face. and then he'll develop good feelings about her, because it is indeed rare for someone to be treated this sweetly and exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll try to hurt myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REally, i really appreciate that action of yours, KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of the day, i covered my feet with plasters and limped around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was left alone with max who lives in the central of the island on our way to J8 to pick up shoes, and i thought i had to crawl my way home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, no, i had company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie, i'll nick name her coz she looks so barbie-ly girly sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she supported me on the dark n crowded train and the walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. i can almost kiss her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh n Ting &amp;amp; JiaLi say if you don't want your new shoes to bully you by slicing your ankle when you walk, BITE IT. i wonder if it's really true or are they trying to make me look coo coo stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111660034160453138?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111660034160453138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111660034160453138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111660034160453138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111660034160453138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/excruciating-pain-i-say.html' title='Excruciating pain, i say.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111651312682159966</id><published>2005-05-19T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:32:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLORIOUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Picture33.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;SHOES!!!!!!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;WOOT!! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;whahahaaaaaaa!!! i'm so freaking happy. =D it's been ages since i really bought a pair of SHOES. Aren't they just lovely?? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i dun dare show my mom. She has banned me from buying shoes, &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;she said, &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Buy one pair &amp;amp; i'll throw away one pair!!!! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;siao. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'm buying this pink sequined darling tmr. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i tell you, it's so gorgeous!!!!!!!! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;it's a pair of ballet flats, and make me feel like i can do the ballet.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i can't resist it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sheer Indulgence.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;HA!&amp;nbsp;SEE mommY?? this is what happens when you stop me from buying&amp;nbsp;what i've always been longing for- more shoes. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;now i've lost control. and i just can't stop. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Save me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;OH! and all thanks to ST LIm, if not for her being absent today, i wouldn't have to&amp;nbsp;rush my Speech last night, for nothing.&amp;nbsp;BAh. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;*GRRRRR....... i should claim refund from ST Lim. she made me spend. =( &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;wahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa whatever lar. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;so long i'm happy. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;happy. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;happy. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;happy.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;HAPPY! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;HEHEHEEEEHEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'm, i'm.............. enchante. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;=)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111651312682159966?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111651312682159966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111651312682159966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111651312682159966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111651312682159966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/glorious.html' title='GLORIOUS.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111599311336617278</id><published>2005-05-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:05:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/Picture86.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;The interpretation that means fantastic. =D &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111599311336617278?l=coloursofkellys.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-9259163.post-111599196687122029</id><published>2005-05-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:46:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/kuachime.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is a shaker with red tipped bamboo sticks&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111599196687122029?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111599196687122029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111599196687122029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111599196687122029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111599196687122029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-shaker-with-red-tipped-bamboo.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111599161911255268</id><published>2005-05-13T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:40:19.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shang Shang Qian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Up Up Lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shang Shang Qian when directly translated from Mandarin to English is Up Up Lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Singlish eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a very good lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you had to use a 'shaker' and shake shake shake, &amp; shake somemore until one lot falls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine took at least 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lot number was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while shaking, you had to be sincere and sort of 'ask' the Gods your question in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked whether Keithy is gonna be the one i am destined to be with, and then even 'confirmed' with the Gods by using this two wooden crescent shaped things, i had to throw them and if you got one facing up and the other facing down, THEN it is confirmed that the particular lot is correct.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So holding my bamboo lot stick, i walked to the counter and the temple, er..... what do you call them?? er.... uhhh... temple-keeper???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he flipped open this book and gave me an interpretation of my lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said,&lt;br /&gt;'Of all of you( me max &amp; ting), you got the best lot. It's a &lt;em&gt;shang shang qian&lt;/em&gt;. What did you ask about?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to giggle, and replied,&lt;br /&gt;' Uh... ask got choose correct guy anot lor. hee. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled 'Ha, correct guy a not ar.... hmm.... you must quarrel with this guy. If you all don't quarrel then he's not the guy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah of coz we quarrel, like say.... 2 days ago?? YAY!! =x for once, quarrels are good!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quarrel more, Max says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was very happy my lot was such a good one! i went away with a huge grin on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll convert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111599161911255268?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111599161911255268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111599161911255268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111599161911255268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111599161911255268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/shang-shang-qian.html' title='Shang Shang Qian.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111582469615300981</id><published>2005-05-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:18:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2745/320/epe_mp_elvis08.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/110/2745/320/epe_mp_elvis08.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elvis Presley. ooh la la hot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111582469615300981?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111582469615300981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111582469615300981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111582469615300981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111582469615300981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-elvis-presley.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111582575245117879</id><published>2005-05-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:54:42.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story (Where do I begin) by Andy Williams</title><content type='html'>An old classic that just feels so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, i hope &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; will come and waltz me away to some never ever land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin&lt;br /&gt;To tell the story of how great a love can be&lt;br /&gt;The sweet love story that is older than the sea&lt;br /&gt;The simple truth about the love she brings to me&lt;br /&gt;Where do I startWith her first hello&lt;br /&gt;She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine&lt;br /&gt;There’ll never be another love, another time&lt;br /&gt;She came into my life and made the living fine&lt;br /&gt;She fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;She fills my heart with very special things&lt;br /&gt;With angels’ songs , with wild imaginings&lt;br /&gt;She fills my soul with so much love&lt;br /&gt;That everywhere I go I’m never lonely&lt;br /&gt;With you my love, who could be lonely&lt;br /&gt;I reach for her hand-it’s always there&lt;br /&gt;How long does it last&lt;br /&gt;Can love be measured by the hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers now but this much I can say&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll need her till the stars all burn away&lt;br /&gt;And she’ll be there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111582575245117879?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111582575245117879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111582575245117879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111582575245117879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111582575245117879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-story-where-do-i-begin-by-andy.html' title='Love Story (Where do I begin) by Andy Williams'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111582396063661738</id><published>2005-05-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:48:32.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I'll never fall in Love again' Elvis Costello</title><content type='html'>This song is originally by Carpenters i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cover I'm listening to is dung by Elvis Costello, the song sounds very oldie.&lt;br /&gt;Costello has a deep, romantic voice that charms me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hu the hell is Costello. i haf seriously no idea. He also sang 'She', another beautiful song which he covered, if i'm not wrong. i wonder how he looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;A girl with a pin to burst your bubble&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for all your troubble&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you kiss a guy&lt;br /&gt;You get enough germs to catch pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;After you do, he'll never phone you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out&lt;br /&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;You only get lies and pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So far at least until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out&lt;br /&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm have here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Here to remind you, here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toh! here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;You only get lies and pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So, far at least until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111582396063661738?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111582396063661738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111582396063661738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111582396063661738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111582396063661738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/ill-never-fall-in-love-again-elvis.html' title='&apos;I&apos;ll never fall in Love again&apos; Elvis Costello'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111582250535290733</id><published>2005-05-11T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:47:21.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ouch'</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling sulky today. extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aacck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom of Heaven is a pretty good show.&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved watching history, but i absolutely dread war.&lt;br /&gt;When i saw the men drop dead with blood splattered all over i felt my stomach twist and tears form by my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* oh &amp; keith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the 'Your Song' Lyrics can be found in the previous blog, do take a look, den u won't haf  to repeat the chorus, say... 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i might really start crying for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i went to &lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com"&gt;www.similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt; and did a personality test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said roughly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressed, fragile, low esteem, worrying, messy, disorganized, irritable, introverted, weak, low self concept, weird, heart over mind, rash, day dreamer, avoidant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah there's like 3 rows more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzz they make me sound like i'm some crazy patient from the mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, but i did the test twice, and the answers are the same, meaning they are consistent and accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning i really am what they say I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111582250535290733?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111582250535290733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111582250535290733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111582250535290733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111582250535290733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/ouch.html' title='&apos;Ouch&apos;'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111565144382283353</id><published>2005-05-09T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:10:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With all that retro music begind me and the 5 stones it's hard to not get retrofied instantly!&lt;br /&gt;*Que Sera Sera* Sings Doris Day, mommy was like, I used to sing that to you when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with syaz and we started to just chat abt smth&lt;br /&gt;den we were brought back to Primary School days for a while-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my dark blue pinafore? Jiemin Primary.&lt;br /&gt;duno how to spell lar. with my short square hair.&lt;br /&gt;Look like china doll abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'left right left step in out in step'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we girls were playing that... what's it called ar... uh oh... er..... the one u use rubber bands to make a long rope and u jump around in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we'd start playing coconut trees.&lt;br /&gt;LOL my primary school had a bunch of small coconut trees(no they dun sprout coconuts tho), which were clustered together. a few of us would run inside and play catching, there'd be a particular tree u can touch and the 'catcher' cannot catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, sounds extremely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;to think i'd rather play than eat for recess!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah we'd throw 5 stones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to spread the 5 stones in a small area(size of a hand), pick up one(1), and in a moment, throw (1) up in the air and grab another stone, AND still be able to catch the falling (1). smart huh?!&lt;br /&gt;my my, we girls were that good~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'll bring tmr. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the boys n girls played together, you'd play catching. Girls catch Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i could run ya know. i could catch them!!!&lt;br /&gt;but being the stupid boys, they'd struggle outta my grip and claim i didn't catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) those were the days, those were the days, when life was simple. and we didn't spend our time sitting in front of our  computers and ruining our eyes, and getting headaches, as i am now, from sitting here since 7 pm. it's.. 11pm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OW ow owwwwwww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111565144382283353?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111565144382283353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111565144382283353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111565144382283353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111565144382283353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/with-all-that-retro-music-begind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111564207345917549</id><published>2005-05-09T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:41:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'i  hope you don't mind, i hope you don't mind, that i put down in words; how wonderful life is when you're in the world'</title><content type='html'>After listening to 'Your Song', Ewan McGregor &amp; Alessandro Safina version, from Moulin Rouge, it's stuck in my head. When i'm sad or happy, or even neutral, i hear him sing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="yoursong"&gt;My gift is my song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one's for you&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody&lt;br /&gt;That this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It maybe quite simple&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;Hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;That I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the roof&lt;br /&gt;And I kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses&lt;br /&gt;Well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been kind&lt;br /&gt;While I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that&lt;br /&gt;Keep it turned on&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me for forgetting&lt;br /&gt;But these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;If they're green&lt;br /&gt;Or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the thing is&lt;br /&gt;What I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody&lt;br /&gt;This is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;That I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;That I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hummed it on the train, hummed it while i walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought 3 CD's today, Nat King Cole &amp;amp; Doris Day, the 3rd was a classical piece that came free with the two. i was only planning to buy nat king cole, but she said buy another and u get one free. out of greed, yes, i looked around and bought Doris Day, honestly i've never heard of her name, but she's pretty good. There was 'Fly me to the moon', 'Perhaps,Perhaps,Perhaps', oh yes, and Tennessee Waltz, i heard it somewhere. it's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;the auntie who cheated me to buy the CD said the ring sitting on my thumb was nice. i raised my brows and said, ^really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah, do they come like that or are u wearing 2 there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh and say, well yes, the other one is my boyfriend's. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought 5 stones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy 2 retro Cd's le, must continue the trend mah, go home catch 5 stones. wowee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a infrared adaptor which won't work, and the stupid ass told me to bring my CPU down. He speaks like the CPU weighs 50g. it's like 1 kG? i asked, is there a better method?? He said no? bring it down and i'll plug it for u. You dumb idiot. horrid service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad today. that's why i spent so much on, things i normally don't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ I normally buy shoes, clothes, lingerie,accessories. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when someone told me to go and die, for a moment i thought i really should, tho the fella prolly didn't mean it, i realise how evil 'Go &amp;amp; die' sounds. I will make it a point to not say or sms anyone that dreadful line.&lt;br /&gt;God, you should go and..... er...... haf a wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din even haf dinner, i shall become &lt;em&gt;shen xian &lt;/em&gt;(immortal) today.&lt;br /&gt;And descend to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate u, god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WHY'S THERE NO MICHEAL JACKSON!?!!!&lt;/span&gt; [OF COURSE i know Michael is spelt this way. just making a dig at people hu can't spell &lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt; for nuts. i get very irritated and disgusted when i see mich&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;al jackson.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know- it must just be PMS, either that or i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes Alex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;zA&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aZaa&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZAzaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ZAZzaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AZAZ&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;za&lt;/span&gt;za&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;zaZAzaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ZAz&lt;/span&gt;aza!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111564207345917549?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111564207345917549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111564207345917549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111564207345917549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111564207345917549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hope-you-dont-mind-i-hope-you-dont.html' title='&apos;i  hope you don&apos;t mind, i hope you don&apos;t mind, that i put down in words; how wonderful life is when you&apos;re in the world&apos;'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111448231279396481</id><published>2005-04-26T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:25:12.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as i am irritated, both by weather and unexpected cirmcumstances, I will decline to publish them all over my blog, as i had promised some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrrggghhhhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling of keeping every single crap inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my recent readings of books regarding my lifetime happiness and joy, oh yes, i have been running to the library and borrowing books like, 100 ways to be happy, Your Guide to Lifetime Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They teach practical everyday rules, really it's common sense for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, they tell me not to dwell on things that make you unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accccccccccccccck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111448231279396481?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111448231279396481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111448231279396481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111448231279396481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111448231279396481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-much-as-i-am-irritated-both-by.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111415026647598771</id><published>2005-04-22T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:31:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ack!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to the readers who returned read my entries but were disappointed with a century old blog entry- still stuck at my chalet.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, we're already one week into school. in fact, the first week has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kicked started my first semester with a bunch of really fun and pleasant MK 0502. They're so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;made me, Syaz, ting &amp; jean a card each, though mine wAs the shabbiest, made of white printing ppaper and decorated with ink, the rest ws used with construction paper and pretty nice clothing pen. =( LOL but it's the thoughts theat counts. so.... =D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MB. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by now, all the excitement has died and.. well, life's back to normal as before.&lt;br /&gt;Where i am late for virtually every 9 am class coz i just can't make myself wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh..&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, &amp; i'm in a new team,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's our name? haf yet to think of one, but anyway, it is made up of me max, rachel &amp;  teckie.&lt;br /&gt;Our bout The Fantabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swell Swell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111415026647598771?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111415026647598771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111415026647598771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111415026647598771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111415026647598771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/04/ack-sorry-to-readers-who-returned-read.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111269313476319433</id><published>2005-04-05T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:25:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i retreated one day before the chalet ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith left early this morning, i should have left with him because i ended up longing for him after he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had an emergency so he had to leave. =\ miss him like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he left, me max n khai went to the pool to swim a bit and tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first time tanning, and.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like a medium-rare done lobster, my shoulders and arms are tanned, but my chest isn't, my stomach is RED, and my lower belly is White. my thighs are fair but my calfs are dark; so you can imagine how i look lar, black white red white black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt; and the red parts hurt, guess i'm sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess tanning isn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day of chalet......&lt;br /&gt;hmm....&lt;br /&gt;lemme think-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met syaz n gang around 2+ to get food n BBQ equip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked in around.... 4.&lt;br /&gt;then.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slack inside and watch tv while some of us started to bbq.&lt;br /&gt;and some were playing cards and drinking beer and smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, alcohol and all ain't really my kinda thing. i feel kinda scared and horrified when i see stuffs like that happening, not to mention in the same room breathing the same air. No offense, but yeah, i hate cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later after dinner, some disappeared to KK's place to play BB, ( btw, nice beehoon &amp; curry veg! TY KK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arshad and a few others were outside the room drinking and smoking and chilling, while me keith eve, ting &amp; a few others were watching VCD's in the room. We watched White Chicks, which i thought was hilarious even tho the second time i watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maxine drank too much and ended up puking and fumbling around the place like a drunkard =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY scary. and the funny thing was how she kept looking for Arshad, like how i might start yelling for keith if i was the blur and disillusioned drunkard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling disillusioned and blur and confused, i guess the person you keep looking for is the one you trust and care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more booze for you, girlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; part of the chaleT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is at the end of the day, when i got to sleep with keithy! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held each other to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost had a another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well........... next time i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a warm, blissful feeling to be hugged to sleep by the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; gaze at him in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see his eyes twinkle in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell him in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisper in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss him goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words fail me, i can't describe it well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111269313476319433?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111269313476319433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111269313476319433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111269313476319433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111269313476319433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-retreated-one-day-before-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111253940112236164</id><published>2005-04-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:43:21.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so bushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet is blistered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been walking around a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the early part of the week in the camp.....&lt;br /&gt;and few days ago... was working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today.... to the (YAY) zoooooo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with two kiddos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even bought gummies to make the 2 kiddos happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smaller kid was called Peach, and the older kid was called Papaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL no lar.. only the younger kid was called Peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was Thai, so i had so listen to him speak carefully or i wouldn't catch anything he said. Peachy was like really cute!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The funny way he spoke, and his round face, looked more like apple though.&lt;br /&gt;THe way he laughed was literally 'ha ha ha', sounded sarcastic lar, but it was genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to speak a little slower too, since he wasn't too good in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he even has his own camera phone, some oxygen phone with camera.&lt;br /&gt;Rich boy lar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peachy peachy! miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's so energetic, while me and the bigger kid were half dead and struggling after Peachy, he hopped and skipped his way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he kept saying me and the older kid was an item. LOL &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we walked by the 'Garden with a View', and there were these wedding stuffs decorating the place, then he said,&lt;br /&gt;'You can kiss your girlfriend next time when you get married, like in the movie'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'who's my girlfriend?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'there! kelly!' peachy says pointing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nonsense!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laugh, but he never gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children, they just see one guy and one girl together, and it means they're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. children, sweet little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw almost all the animals, Lion, sun bear, otters(squeaky lil ones!), monkeys... so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believe our favourite is the Penguins, coz that the Penguin exclosure, there was this particular lil penguin who would follow visitors' hands when they move their hands near the penguin.&lt;br /&gt;When peach went right, the penguin's head darted to the right, left right up down, in circles, LOL so funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woweeeeeeee.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet tmr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooooopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swell SWELl...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111253940112236164?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111253940112236164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111253940112236164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111253940112236164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111253940112236164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-bushed.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111216976320537917</id><published>2005-03-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:13:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT DO YOU HEAR??!&lt;br /&gt;--MOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU SMELL ??&lt;br /&gt;--- SHIIIIIIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT, THAT'S WHAT WE ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BullShit was our team's name. LOL nice right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were inspired my our team mate's t shirt that read Bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was some cheer our team was cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team's cool!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had 8 of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- JAckson ( our IC)&lt;br /&gt;- Guang Guang 2nd yr OGL, with max that guy.. he's quite famous&lt;br /&gt;- James&lt;br /&gt;-Glenn from BM?&lt;br /&gt;-Nicole from Marketing&lt;br /&gt;-Clara from Sports n Wellness&lt;br /&gt;-Wei Ling from.. Finance n services i think&lt;br /&gt;- Yng from Finance or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first day of camp started off awkardly with the SBM ppl reading out our IC's names and then our names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jackson is the IC for Group A2'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and maxine sorta laugh ( Michael Jackson )&lt;br /&gt;'I bet i'm inside.' i say wryly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kelly!' they call out.&lt;br /&gt;I gasp in horror and realize i was THAT unlucky. Jackson was sorta lanky and tanned, and looked sorta weak honestly and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;'That's MY IC?? Bye guys.......' i mumbled sadly as i parted with my fellow bimboatics plus khai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made to wear disgusting track pants that made me look really fat and short and dorky. like UGH?!&lt;br /&gt;and i was the ONLY idiot looking like that in my group. everyone else looked decent and normal. DArn the stupid main com ppl hu gave unreliable info!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara was the first girl who started to turn around and introduce herself. She was very tanned and sporty looking, and she was the one sporting the BULLSHIT shirt. LOl.. she was fun and outgoing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole was quite pretty looking but she spoke with an accent. Tanned and sporty too. She had a fren she kept clinging tightly to, SAm or smth.... a girl.. which she kept whining and all to, sorta... irritating i had to admit. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone told me she looked slutty, no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was Wei Ling, she wore glasses and looked..... sorta...... er... aunty, haha but she's a nice girl! =)&lt;br /&gt;i remember one awkward moment with her, when i sorta commented to her ' Jackson?? THat skinny guy is our IC?!', in a discriminating tone. And she went 'er.... oh... er... that guy is from my class.'&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, later on, i found Jackson a nice guy, he's..... simply nice lor. And has really long, dark lashes. I was observing him while he bargained over the phone with a friend and saw his pretty lashes, which he sorta fluttered at me lol. Quite amusing and patient i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, hmm... he was pretty quiet... has a nice tanned bod *wolf whistle* LOL... i thought he looked Burmese, but he insisted he was pure chinese and even showed us his IC to verify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn... the only one i have the number of... how come i haf ar? zzz..... who keyed it inside??? i think it was......... guang guang. forgot y he key inside. Glenn was the 2nd one who introduced himself. He wore glasses and i thought he sorta metrosexual. But he's really nice to talk to.. like me... he's afraid of humidity and being dirty. LOL so we haf something in common to complain about. But he always says i'm a health and cleanliness freak. I'M NOT! Rich boy... he actually suggested to BUY a swatch for our Savenger Hunt. DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;And he completed both guitar and piano, got like diploma i think. 0.o Envious sia. My two favourite instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...... guang guang is short.... loud, fun.... though he keeps cursing and swearing. guang guang usually leads us.. and motivates us and all. leader. he lives in woodlands, i've seen him plenty of times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yng... well.... i didn't really talk to her as much.. coz on the first night, she was crying while having dinner... i think she broke up with her boyfriend. She gives me the impression of someone with a sharp tongue. lol.... but she's okay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day was REALLY exhausting.. food was sorta yuky....&lt;br /&gt;we had to play 3 sports in a row.. and for someone who hasn't ran in a million years.... it was killer.&lt;br /&gt;BUT FUN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we played soccer, captain's ball but the ball was a water balloon and u can't burst it, and... frisbee, which we finally won 12 to 0!! =x is it 0 ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain's ball we played with maxine's group, French Kiss, which there was this girl whom i thought was really bitchy and irritating. She purposely shoved and tried to block me lar! boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frisbee was with.. yiting's group.... lol... and i got bumped by a fat guy and fell right down on the floor. Wah his impact damn strong. no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were all super sticky like glue and smelly and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;i could smell myself. EEW, i was so disgusted i wish i could jump into a tub of disinfectant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CANNOT BATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the evening was... Night Trail.. aah there was something interesting...&lt;br /&gt;they made us walk down a corridor, where later at the end, you'll have to walk into a dark room with a friend, and the sub community ppl keep telling us to 'Respect the things inside' solemnly. Me and wei ling kept giggling as they told us that. Jackson was outside too lar.. then they took away my hp, which i protested and demanded to call my mom at home. Jackson was like, don't scared, stay calm and go in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. wei ling &amp; i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knocked 3 times as instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door opened and&lt;br /&gt;*SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hiss of white smoke choked us and we screamed and ran away from it.&lt;br /&gt;the sub com grabbed us and tried to calm us again before shoving the shrieking me and weiling into the room.&lt;br /&gt;they locked the door on us and we kept screaming and laughing lar.&lt;br /&gt;It was so  dark inside i couldn't even see my fingers and there was a lot of noise inside.. mumblings... scary lar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were initially holding hands but got split somehow, i only remember seeing a white thing behind the door which was coming for me, i screamed and grabbed it.&lt;br /&gt;I yanked and kept hitting the poor guy behind the door and practically tore it off him... he too was crying for help and the sub com ppl ran in and switched on the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'aaah!!!! why she keep beating me?!!' he cried, laughing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;the 'ghosts' inside were laughing like mad too, me and wei ling kept laughing until i thought i was gonan cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was later remembered as the girl who beated the poor ghost up. i can't remember his name tho.. he was a chi and malay mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then it was almost 10, me &amp; khai ran off to get a showers.&lt;br /&gt;WOW, it was WOW WOW refreshing. showers never that felt that good!&lt;br /&gt;we took like one hour to bathe and guess what, we got LOCKED in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was only one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night was bad coz i couldn't sleep well and the bed, which was a combi of my sleeping bag and table was so hard i had a backache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111216976320537917?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111216976320537917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111216976320537917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111216976320537917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111216976320537917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-you-hear-moooooooo-what-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111185039199364195</id><published>2005-03-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:19:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading Maxine's very interesting blog entry about her clubbing experience and meeting some cute guy, i inspired to write about a cute guy i saw today. SAdly, only saw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a bad headache today, so i hid behind, near the kitchen and cleaned cutlery and plates . which was okay... coz i didn't haf to hear or see the irritating customers whose job is to make my head explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occassionally i'd run over to the runner's side and help send out the dishes when i see him flailing his arms around like an octopus. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i picked up a hotplate and sent it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked out of the kitchen area, and met the eyes of cute guy! i was wearing my glasses and had messy hair(UGGH), and struggled to smile at the friendly customer. i was pretty surprised he smiled at me, since those patrons usually wait for us waiters to smile first before they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked back to the kitchen area and blabbed to eugene, the runner of the day, 'WAH i saw a cute guy!!! Did u see? did u see???' he rolled his eyes at me and said, 'okay only wad!' i giggled and continued, 'he smiled at me leh!!!!' &lt;br /&gt;'wah!~! u so thick skinned lor!! he made a mistake by smiling at u! maybe he was smirking. ' eugene exclaims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dear eugene passed the message around, that kelly saw cute guy, table 19, please check him out on your way there. zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;oh and kelly is thick skinned, coz she couldn't stop bragging that he smiled at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keithy darling! i love you! i still remembered you when he smiled, so.. don't be angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, with the help of eugene, like the entire restaurant went around to haf a look at him, and *GULP, i think he knew, coz when i walked out to send dishes out or something, i noticed his fren looked at me! a few times lar~!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH SO EMBARRASSING!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i kept giggling behind at the kitchen, with 2 other girls, who tot he was cute too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Yike( YI ker) not YIKES, my fren, popped her head into the kitchen and yelled, 19 bill!!!!!! like i'm the cashier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz she laughs and runs off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, cute guy left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to keith-o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111185039199364195?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111185039199364195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111185039199364195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111185039199364195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111185039199364195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/after-reading-maxines-very-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111157472738116459</id><published>2005-03-23T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:45:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did i mention i love his shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to love songs, and you all think of is him? 'Coooooommmmmmee whhhhhaaaaaaaaaattt maaaaaaaay................. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii wiiiiiiiiiiillll loooooooooooooveeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu untiiiiil maaaaaaaaaiiiii dyiiiiiiing daaaaaaaaay! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz... must be the side effects of Roaccutane, yeah, that's the commercial name of my $6 pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like i'm having one of my mad fits again. But i just miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111157472738116459?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111157472738116459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111157472738116459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111157472738116459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111157472738116459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/did-i-mention-i-love-his-shoulders.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111157389984558466</id><published>2005-03-23T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:31:39.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find he has many animated expressions on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was playing his fav arcade game Guilty Gear today at PS, &amp; i was sitting beside him, observing his face, his movements, his reaction and all. A lot more interesting then the game he was playing. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i thought he looked sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you people don't have to continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling queasy already, i suggest stop here lest u puke all over your computer and it explodes in your face. And u get afro hair.&lt;br /&gt;i'll laugh my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lar.. not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had this very intense concentrated look on his face, and occasionally he'd grin and smile to the screen (no, not me.), crane his neck in a sorta tight way. He's intense expression just sorta make me go wow. I just sat there gazing at him.&lt;br /&gt;Deeply engrossed with his eyes glued to the screen, his slim, agile fingers maneuver( how to spell?) swiftly and smoothly above the buttons. At this moment, i thought, 'what a shame. The pretty fingers playing games at arcade instead of piano or some instrument.' = x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one strange thing- duno y he kept stepping on my toes, lightly, but still i realized he couldn't keep his legs still. LOL too excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned back from his feet to his head and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my sweetheart, keithy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, miss him. Blogging about him just made it worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111157389984558466?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111157389984558466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111157389984558466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111157389984558466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111157389984558466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-watching-him.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111113707206261783</id><published>2005-03-18T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T17:11:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh i feel light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can almost float and evaporate into the air like some water droplets on a sun scorched ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because my weight decreased to say, 1 ounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not. I'm never so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow... my aching heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's because a sum of 250 dollars dropped from my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanished rather, lighting me instantly. *POP goes my cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that slit eyed dermalogist in Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;He's got fair nice skin and a huge eyebag! bigger than his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;and a kindly(pretentive rather) smile.&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, he looks really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been keeping him fair and healthy by giving him money to earn over the years.&lt;br /&gt;She just paid for some cosmetic laser surgery, and she didn't even tell us. it's like 1k!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And i thought she was thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;GEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ONE THOUSAND!' i echoed loudly. 'shhhhhh!!! u wan to tell the whole world ar!' she scowled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo...... all the doc did was do some exfoliation my face that stung. like ants biting my face. and he said, 'it's just gonna be a lil itchy. don't worry ar...'&lt;br /&gt;LIAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ant bitey pain still say itchy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a miserable 60 seconds, he got 80 bucks out of me silently. the thing just stayed on my for 60 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even ask.&lt;br /&gt;'Okay, kelly, now just go to room 2 where we'll some exfoliation for you and remove those blemishes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like' uh... okay.' and walk obediently there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and he gave me pills to eat.&lt;br /&gt;'is it expensive?' i ask nervously.&lt;br /&gt;'oh no.. not at all. it's very cheap.' he assures me.&lt;br /&gt;'really?'&lt;br /&gt;'yes yes.. don't worry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he fibs like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't tell me it cost SIX bucks PER pill!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's just a tiny pink and white pill! still haf to sign something... coz if u're pregnant, ur embryo will grow retard, and be malformed. EEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 bucks........ i had 20 pills.. = 120 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knees wobbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the cost go to the tiny bottles of facial wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELLY! TWO FIFTY DOLLARS PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not sleep late anymore and let pimples grow.&lt;br /&gt;i will not sleep late anymore and let pimples grow.&lt;br /&gt;i will not sleep late anymore and let pimples grow.&lt;br /&gt;i will not sleep late anymore and let pimples grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like 100 times more please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;i'm permanently broke. pls dun ask me go anywhere. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111113707206261783?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111113707206261783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111113707206261783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111113707206261783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111113707206261783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/ooh-i-feel-light.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111098343284919367</id><published>2005-03-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:30:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my house is haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt i was playing with a Ouija Board.&lt;br /&gt;The girl was 16 years old. But my board was a lot more high tech, i din even haf to wait for the 'ghost' to move the lil plate to the different alphabets on the board. The words simply formed by itself as tho she was writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember jumping from up from bed still feeling a bit scared of the ghost, like she was near me.&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled into my loo to find my toothbrush missing. I was like TOOTHBRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;which idiot wants my used toothbrush? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt more terrified when i was reminded of the 16 year old girl. Did SHE want my brush, i thought?&lt;br /&gt;i scrambled around the loo looking for my toothbrush that might haf fell on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind searched for ideas, knock on mom's door and demand if she saw my toothbrush? SHe'd scream till i turn deaf.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the toothbrush is hidden in the loo waiting to be found?&lt;br /&gt;but i'm almost late for an exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly and disgustedly....&lt;br /&gt;i...&lt;br /&gt;i........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picked up the only toothbrush left there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SISTER'S! EEEW~!&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE lor!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YUKSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm utterly appalled.&lt;br /&gt;To think i'm an avid fan of hygiene and cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUKS- how can i possibly use something SHE uses to clean her morning breath stricken mouth every daY???&lt;br /&gt;Sure, i have morning  breath too, but ugh. i feel sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while bathing today evening, home alone, the toilet door slammed shut suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;i jumped while the water sprayed at my body.&lt;br /&gt;the toilet door never slammed shut like that before, usually if wind blew, it'd close gently. But it slammed! *BAM!&lt;br /&gt;*shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my white spag top has been missing for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world really. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111098343284919367?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111098343284919367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111098343284919367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111098343284919367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111098343284919367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-my-house-is-haunted.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111097109709968360</id><published>2005-03-16T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:04:57.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAAAAAYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the holidays!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOweeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was SSL paper, and it was surprisingly alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than i expected, to think the night before i was cursing her, wishing that the whole course will fail her exam and she'll get fired. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd bugis today, and Thai lunch with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*contented cow sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought yet another notebook and pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haf a strange obsession with notebooks and paper. i just love running my fingers across its smooth, clean texture. most of the time, i buy them, use it for one week or so, and stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-Do List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy Shoes- i haven bought any for at least 4 mths!or actually, i think it's 7 mths! i've dating Keith for 7 mths, and haven bought any since we started dating. =&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep early to restore my skin. I grew a few pimples over like 3 days. And why? Because i slept a wee bit late for a few nights. GEEZ, it was like 2 am only~! and ... 4 am once... and... 6 am once. Not nightly mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy Thumb drive from Sim Lim Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to IKEA! Just to spend unnecessary money. i'm sure mommy wun really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy contact lens. my lens are say, at least 2 months old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Save $$ for phone. my phone screen cracked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Catch spongebob with the 2 kiddos, keith n sydney. -.- oh well. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Play MahJong soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111097109709968360?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111097109709968360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111097109709968360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111097109709968360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111097109709968360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/yaaaaayy-its-holidays-woweeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111080579773594559</id><published>2005-03-14T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:09:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had a accounts paper today. Wah it was quite hard leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had laksa with keithy today, WAH SO HOT LOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying extremely hard to not complain. &amp; i really didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the laksa was fastastic. and so was the ice kachang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know... it's hard when we haf SSL the day after tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.....&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT's THE HOLS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111080579773594559?l=coloursofkellys.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-9259163.post-111072628428094675</id><published>2005-03-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:04:44.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do i make you love me?&lt;br /&gt;what i gotta do to make care?&lt;br /&gt;What i gotta do when lightning strikes me&lt;br /&gt;and the way to find when u're not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do to make u want me&lt;br /&gt;what do i gotta do to be heard&lt;br /&gt;what do i say when it's all over&lt;br /&gt;sorry seems to be the hardest word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad sad situation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111072628428094675?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-9259163.post-111055966624927862</id><published>2005-03-12T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:47:46.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmphhhhhhhhh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very naive and gullible actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111055966624927862?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111055966624927862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111055966624927862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111055966624927862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111055966624927862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggg_111055966624927862.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111054716662881669</id><published>2005-03-11T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T21:19:26.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not too long ago, i decided to keep my life personal and not blab it to the whole world via the Channel, which is my blog, in this case. but i'll do it subtlely instead,&lt;br /&gt; I'm so sorry, but i have a feeling VC's stuffs are all stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to motivate your staff?&lt;br /&gt;- Check for equity aka fairness&lt;br /&gt;- Don't ignore $$, reward them.&lt;br /&gt;- Encourage participation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh get outta my head, you you........... info, knowledge, shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficiency &amp; Effectiveness are two very important aspects to meet organizational goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a tiny incident happened today, and after chatting with Eveee and leximaru about it, made me feel like a lousy, lousy, pathetic loser.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, before i talked to them, i already suspected i was one loser, they just confirmed it with me, indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sometimes it makes me wanna cry, but, that will just furthur prove my point that i'm a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;I was told myself tears were for losers, so i always made it a point to cry only to kelly, so no one else will think i'm a real loser.  &lt;br /&gt;But no, of course people who cry aren't losers. Everyone cries, since they were born. I'm just uttering nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes I admit I am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Would you rather love someone more, or would you rather they loved you more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your rather love your sweetheart more than he loves you, or would you rather he loved you more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been pondering about this for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Usually in a relationship, one party will love the other more, and it matters, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is, the one who loves more, usually hurts most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm thrilled about the chalet. Can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111054716662881669?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111054716662881669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111054716662881669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111054716662881669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111054716662881669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-too-long-ago-i-decided-to-keep-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111045246778580432</id><published>2005-03-10T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:01:07.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>studied wit chums today, eve, max, ting n wan. played hanGman in our 'study breaks'. It was pretty useful, no noisy environment to distract u... but some entertaining ppl to distract u. LOL =X i dun mind tho.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a  pink Ebase top for 10. at J8. uhh reward for studying harD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope i do well for VC's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swell. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111045246778580432?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111045246778580432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111045246778580432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111045246778580432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111045246778580432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/studied-wit-chums-today-eve-max-ting-n.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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-9259163.post-111037765560106761</id><published>2005-03-09T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:14:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to grow old</title><content type='html'>Mom n Dad went to pay a visit to my granny today- the only alive one. Yes she's alive, but very dead. She's almost brain dead, because she's senile and has Alzheimer's disease, &amp; she's got cataracts, so her eyes look extremely misty, foggy.&lt;br /&gt;Dad said mom started to cry when she saw her mother.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy told me moments ago, 'I couldn't recognize her, her eyes were sunken and her lips were so thin u could trace the shape of her jaw. It was very heart wrenching. She had a very blank expression on her face, her eyes especially. And she kept gripping to the side of the bed, and her clothes like she was very frightened of something.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said she resembled a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny led a very hard life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She married an Australian, and adopted my mother and my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few years, they lived in a house, enjoyed the luxury of having colour tv sets in their home, enjoyed good food and pretty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;But one day he just left for Australia, sure he sent letters and money back to them. But it faded slowly, and simply ceased.&lt;br /&gt;They lost the house, because they didn't own it, it was only rented.&lt;br /&gt;Granny had to work to feed the 2 kids, they later lived in a tiny flat in AMK.&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned toilets, opened gambling dens ( she was a heavy gambler,smoker)&lt;br /&gt;Yes she wasn't the best mother, but at least she took care of them, they weren't even her flesh and blood in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;She grew older, and got muddle headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost all her savings to a man, an asshole. Who? Not even my mom knows. Gran wouldn't say.&lt;br /&gt;She aged rapidly, falling down one day and hurting her leg, she walked with a limp later on.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and u know, she starting living in a old folks home, till now.&lt;br /&gt;Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;She's just an empty shell now. Waiting for something to happen. For God to take her home? Send her to hell to suffer somemore?&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259163-111037765560106761?l=coloursofkellys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/feeds/111037765560106761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259163&amp;postID=111037765560106761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111037765560106761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259163/posts/default/111037765560106761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloursofkellys.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-want-to-grow-old_09.html' title='I don&apos;t want to grow old'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</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>
