<?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-18801375</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:39:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fishball's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A fishball's life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565507952747912275</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18801375.post-113975087723960745</id><published>2006-02-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:28:05.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday after bathing, I was alone at home and comfortably settled in bed with my new book titled 'Can you keep a secret?' by the author of the popular Shopaholic series Sophie Kinsella when I heard someone knocking on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look at my handphone.. It's already 10pm. Weird, who can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then tiptoed slowly to the living room (Thank God I didn't switch the lights on earlier.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't wearing my specs, and peeping through the door-hole, I just saw this blurry guy wearing a red-collar tee and helmut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivery? Impossible, I did not order anything and the guy kept on knocking on my door and he was shouting "hello...hello??!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then I had already panicked and ran back to my room with the fastest speed possible without making any noise. (*I would also like to add that this is an almost impossible feat. What with my C-cups, even balancing is kind of hard. Oops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking, 'What should I do? Should I open the door..... Who can he be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 'BANG BANG BANG!!'. The guy was like pounding on the door even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panicking, I hurriedly called my younger sis as she has already knocked off from work and will be reaching home anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hello hello? Hey there is a strange guy outside our house. I don't know know why he is here... You don't come up first okay?...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could continue further, she interuppted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's the Mcdonald's delivery man. Coz I scared I come home hungry so before I came home I ordered one mah. I won't be reaching so soon, you pay for me first okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.....all the panic for nothing. And my heart was like beating 200bpm okay....AND SOMEMORE WANT ME TO PAY FOR HER.KNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in end, I opened the door and paid the man. I noticed that he looked embarrassed,(probably about the amount of banging he made earlier on) then I realised something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my Bodyshop pimple cream on my face! So the guy must be even more scared to see me, what's with this girl with green piles on her face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH......I bet this kinda thing never happens to other people. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18801375-113975087723960745?l=princessfishround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/feeds/113975087723960745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18801375&amp;postID=113975087723960745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113975087723960745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113975087723960745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-saturday-after-bathing-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>A fishball's life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565507952747912275</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-18801375.post-113656646234519229</id><published>2006-01-07T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T00:54:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey people. I realized that I have something in common with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angelina Jolie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guess what is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope it is not the sausage lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, my husband is not as good-looking &amp; sexy as &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt; (But how I wish he was, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know the answer?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Angelina&lt;/span&gt; has Maddox Jolie Pitt and Zahara Marley Jolie Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not as rich as Mrs Pitt herself to adopt children from 3rd world countries. But there is another way of helping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you, ladies and gentleman, Lizbeth C!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/Lizbeth%20-%20My%20SPONSORED%20Child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/Lizbeth%20-%20My%20SPONSORED%20Child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's 5 Years old this year and she's from a poverty-stricken country named Ecuador(somewhere in South America). And she's my sponsored child, yey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just $18 a month, you can better the lives of children like her in terms of education, clothing, food, medicine etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are still a lot of other children who need your help. If you would spend $18 on a top during a Mango sale, why not use it to change someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I know that I am not the best person to give info, so please go to the official website @ &lt;a href="http://www.children.org.sg"&gt;www.children.org.sg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18801375-113656646234519229?l=princessfishround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/feeds/113656646234519229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18801375&amp;postID=113656646234519229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113656646234519229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113656646234519229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>A fishball's life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565507952747912275</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-18801375.post-113601435678051915</id><published>2005-12-31T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:32:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I         want              to              go                     CLUBBING!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBL O DBL O DBL O DBL O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Milla..... as promised ah we shall go after u r done with all the decent stuff like assignment &amp; exams first okie =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fast ah.... 12 mths gone just like tat heh heh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already looking forward to CNYwith $$ symbols in my eyes... Yey yey even though I am already ROMed (sounds like ROMP, oops), I have more than thicker skin to continue collecting Ang Paos. Haha, been doing that for the past 22 years so cannot break the tradition mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sisker.......remember ah our LEVI''s jeans, don't spend all ur money hor..........if u want me to sponsor u then u must be my full-time maid and keep my room clean 24/7 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2006 to all of U... Yey!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18801375-113601435678051915?l=princessfishround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/feeds/113601435678051915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18801375&amp;postID=113601435678051915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113601435678051915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113601435678051915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-want-to-go-clubbing-dbl-o-dbl-o-dbl.html' title=''/><author><name>A fishball's life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565507952747912275</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-18801375.post-113307535427725492</id><published>2005-11-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:09:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Shucks. I have been trying in vain to enable comments on my blog.   Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Seriously think I should throw my Dip into the rubbish dump already haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday evening, went to Makansutra at Esplanade with Yufen, Ah xin and ah ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh boy, did we order a lot of fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;od.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Of course we didn't manage to finish all the food. All of us were very full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;We walked around the area for a while, and guess who did we see but....................&lt;/span&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;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Miss Fann Wong herself. Ya, she was doing some interview and she was like surrounded by people &amp; cameras. She looked real pro of course, this happens to her like all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0503.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry Miss Wong for the blurry images. But you wouldn't sit still =P.&lt;/span&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Done with posing as paparazzis, we went to Marina to shop. Thereafter we went to Cafe Cartel to chill. We were deciding whether or not to take the free bread but decided against it in the end haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;By the time we caught a cab home, it was already like 1.45am. Haha tired but it was fun =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Met up with Milla yesterday. It was damn fun, although we met with many irritating ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;First, we went to the gym. Wah lau..we were so angry with the staff there. They are like seriously incapable. And when I got out of the shower room, there was this cleaner who was washing the toilet floor. She was like f***ing blocking the way. When I said 'Excuse me', the security guard next to her was like 'Oh, you wait for a while hor' Hello???. I am already being polite to you, and you seriously expect me to like wait until you finish washing the whole damn floor? I mean, we pay quite an amount of money for our membership every month. Definitely not going to renew my membership with them after my contract ends. Angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, we headed to Cineleisure after that. It has been like ages since we really ate something nice together, so we decided to lunch at Pastamania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry for the leftover food pic cuz I only remembered that I have a spare battery for my cam after we were done eating.  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;More pictures.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0507.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh yea..... For the last pic, Milla was like going 'Oei hurry up! Get it over and done with'. Cuz there were many passers-by and being the thin-skinned us, we get easily embarassed =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Happily satieted, we went to catch the-movies-everyone's-talking-about-Harry Potter. I think by now all of you should know what the movie is like already, so I shan't comment. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;After the movie, we went to the ladies. And bloody hell, there was this girl who cut the queue. She simply ignored everyone and went straight for the cubicle like she has never seen one before in her whole life, even when Milla criticized her out loud. And she looked like she's only 15 years old. Damn it. Sorry but I hate ppl who are this uncivilized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway on a happier note..... went to Heeren and got my ear pierced! Hhahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh by the way, did I tell you about the the most embarassing thing that happened to me this week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I was on my way to go to work, and was wondering why my right toe was hurting. For your benefit, I took the trouble to re-enact the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0514.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0514.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Dun laugh! In the haste of rushing the morning train, this was what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;By the time I discovered this, it was too late for me to go home and change to another pair. So it was either be late and get scolded, or be the joke of the day. I chose the latter, and expectedly my colleagues were laughing so damn hard. They are not ever going to let me live it down, I tell you.  UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18801375-113307535427725492?l=princessfishround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/feeds/113307535427725492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18801375&amp;postID=113307535427725492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113307535427725492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113307535427725492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/2005/11/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>A fishball's life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565507952747912275</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-18801375.post-113250101980898139</id><published>2005-11-20T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:36:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I updated... mainly cause there haven't been much happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per every Friday's routine, I went for a badminton session with my colleagues. And as it turns out every badminton session, they took advantage of my 'height limitation' to either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)hit the ball as high as possible so that I wld get neck cramps just looking out for the ball&lt;br /&gt;b) hit the ball according to my height level, BUT as FAR as possible as they know that my short legs won't get me anywhere fast enough&lt;br /&gt;c) singing 'Snow White &amp; THE 7 DWARFS' theme song everytime it's my turn to serve(no, the joke's on me and I don't care if you don't catch what I'm trying to say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but it was seriously good fun man =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just realised that my precious digicam is seriously under-utilized. Therefore, I have on a photo-shooting frenzy. HAHah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, with my colored contact lenses(sad to say... nt much of a diff with my original color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0463.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0463.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Went to Marina Square with Ah ah and ah-fen today. Yufen went there for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Vain..... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at Han's.... Very affordable. I had black pepper chicken chop, delicious and mutated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0471.jpg" border="0" /&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;The 3 of us were talking HAPPILY and snapping pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;untill I realized that something is amiss........&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;My bra strap dropped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And I'm damn proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However ah ah, being jealous that I have got boobs despite being shorter than her, decides to steal my bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/1600/DSCN0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6176/1848/320/DSCN0479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Of course she didn't succeed. My bra is still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't think they are going to let us in to Han's again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that shall be all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to make an early start tmr. And I'm going to the gym again with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, it's going to be so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITEZ! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18801375-113250101980898139?l=princessfishround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/feeds/113250101980898139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18801375&amp;postID=113250101980898139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113250101980898139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113250101980898139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-week-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>A fishball's life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565507952747912275</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-18801375.post-113185599587191116</id><published>2005-11-13T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:40:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to Adelphi with Master Milla yesterday to dye our precious locks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, and it was quite cheap too, considering the salon is located in the town area. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha, we chose the more expensive treatment too, as there was this hairstylist who was like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preaching to us - "Chemicals very bad for your hair one you know blah blah blah.." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We spent a whooping 4 hrs there and you can imagine we were like impatient we couldn't wait to see how our hair would turn out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milla chose a more natural dark brown color(it turned out slightly copperish) and she now spots &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lightly shorter hair style, which I think is quite a fresh look for her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for me, I chose a slightly more striking ash color which I like very much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But my sister hor, she say hor that I look like ah-lian leh. Wa lau, got meh? Why she so like that one? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOPS . =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, let me digress just a little bit here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know that my sister(aka stella the biatch) does a mean impersonation of Paris Hilton? Oh yes , you should see it when she goes 'That's hot'. And she was planning to use my older sis' dog as a prop (you know, the famous tinkerbell). And the clever little pooch actually URINATED ON HER!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*GUFFAWS* Well, you were the one who called me ah-lian in the first place what =P. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, back to the hair topic. Hehe, here comes the bad part - but we are not allowed to wash our hair for 2 whole days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YIKES!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can feel fleas(oops i thought only dogs would have them.) merrily building a condomimium in my head already. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH, what to do? The price of beauty....... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, gonna go out with my family members for my dad's belated birthday celebration. Oh, talking about my dad. His main objective in life is to stand in front of the mirror sucking in his stomach after his workout session to see whether he has finally got abs. *rolls eyes*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll be meeting Yufen later at town for some shopping(or so she claims. But I can assure you that it is actually a gossip session in disguise =P). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes, and I'll be meeting an insurance agent(what! another one?) later as well. I seem to be very 'you yuan' with these financial consultants nowadays man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, have a great weekend everyone!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: I gotta start working out already! Must make full use of my gym membership! If not, I'm gonna really look like a fishball on chopsticks on my ROM already. =)&lt;/strong&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/18801375-113185599587191116?l=princessfishround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/feeds/113185599587191116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18801375&amp;postID=113185599587191116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113185599587191116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113185599587191116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-went-to-adelphi-with-master-milla.html' title=''/><author><name>A fishball's life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565507952747912275</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-18801375.post-113155335267898715</id><published>2005-11-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:22:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a really difficult time trying to find a nickname to register here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave nick(at the moment) is PrincessCherry was already taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am stuck with this freakin nick for the rest of my blooging days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dun you think this nick describes me more aptly? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun I simply love FISHBALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18801375-113155335267898715?l=princessfishround.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/feeds/113155335267898715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18801375&amp;postID=113155335267898715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113155335267898715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18801375/posts/default/113155335267898715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessfishround.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-had-really-difficult-time-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>A fishball's life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565507952747912275</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>
