<?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-14156101</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:07:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Romance &amp; Broken Hearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-8379631412172476325</id><published>2009-08-29T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:24:10.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the last time i wrote here, i was....20. haha.  21 now.  and i cant thank everyone enough for making my 21st such a fab 21st.  presents and parties began like more than 1 month before my actual day. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life has been good but really hectic.  trying to juggle too many main things in my life has been a challenge but i got to deal with it.  no excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lets see if i continue to post. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;your smile keeps me up for days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-8379631412172476325?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/8379631412172476325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/8379631412172476325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#8379631412172476325' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1349235371914939580</id><published>2008-12-01T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:01:56.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this has been long overdue. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive encountered numerous hurdles this year. and im still alive. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its Dec 1st, this year has zoomed past me. moreover, today marks Advent. I love Advent season. Father's sermon was great today and I love this particular phrase he said, &lt;strong&gt;"The Reason for The Season"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. And there is a fantastic article on how Christmas came about in the Catholic News this week. I love Christmas. Christ's birth. Dad's birthday. The smell of our fresh pone tree. Emmanuel's 2nd Christmas. Katelyn's 1st Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE REASON FOR THE SEASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1349235371914939580?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1349235371914939580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1349235371914939580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1349235371914939580' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-4035650189881630017</id><published>2008-09-09T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:53:37.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been ages. More of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How life has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have physically, 2 little lives, that im very much a part of.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel Ephraim and Katelyn Anne.&lt;br /&gt;I cant explain how drastically differently I look at life now. I think differently, I act differently, I am different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel, its all for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Sure i have regrets in life (who doesnt.)&lt;br /&gt;I wish had hadnt done this and that. -what was I thinking!-&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had done this and that. -why, why, why!-&lt;br /&gt;But I looked back, I repented, I learnt and I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do appreciate the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Sure we all have down moments, but its how we pick ourselves up is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a down moment I had last week but I had to psycho myself, think positively whilst sticking to my realist perspective. It worked, and im all fired up! for the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-4035650189881630017?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4035650189881630017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4035650189881630017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4035650189881630017' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1402815437727652406</id><published>2008-05-21T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:12:02.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;life has changed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with two little lives which i have primary contact with and being a Godma, im not that 19 year old anymore. im so different and i have priorities. important priorities worth taking note of and holding high important of.  Not those that would have been on my list earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive grown up and im proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1402815437727652406?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1402815437727652406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1402815437727652406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1402815437727652406' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-973208894368856801</id><published>2008-04-29T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:55:42.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;one guy, i understand.&lt;br /&gt;TWO! TWO! DUA! ER!(or however you spell it in Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;damn it. everywhere i turn, youre there.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY! WHY! WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone. find your own people. dont you have it all already.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-973208894368856801?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/973208894368856801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/973208894368856801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#973208894368856801' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5087227727710087116</id><published>2008-04-17T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:59:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best thing about tonight’s that we’re not fighting&lt;br /&gt;It couldn’t be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear its true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You’re impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you that I would never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I’m yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When you’re asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I won’t live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You’re impossible to find &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5087227727710087116?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5087227727710087116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5087227727710087116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5087227727710087116' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5544174648349581602</id><published>2008-04-05T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:19:28.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i needed to post those posts.&lt;br /&gt;just needed to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;with all the subtractions and additions in my life recently, im loving life.&lt;br /&gt;with regards to the subtractions, im over e moon.&lt;br /&gt;im living a less sinful life with the subtractions.&lt;br /&gt;no one can say that she/he lives a sinless life, that wld just make you a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without knowing and helping you with all your escapades, i feel so lifted and free from all the sinful ordeals which i have subjected myself to because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad that it's over cuz i knew deep down that, that wasnt me.&lt;br /&gt;to do all those stuff, to feel that way, to back you on that.&lt;br /&gt;im think back, and i think, 'WTH'. that's madness. how could i have ever? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, im glad that it's all over. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"NO TIME FOR LOSERS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5544174648349581602?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5544174648349581602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5544174648349581602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5544174648349581602' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-4201409781196976142</id><published>2007-12-31T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:40:42.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;new years eve ppl.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye 2007.&lt;br /&gt;i cldnt be happier to see 2007 off.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt like this year.&lt;br /&gt;another year gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cldnt have a better send off for this yr den to finally meet up with Justin after like 1 1/2 years.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a real gd feeling bout 2008.&lt;br /&gt;hope its true.&lt;br /&gt;I CLAIM THAT 2008 WILL BE A FAB YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love God.&lt;br /&gt;i love my family.&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a Blessed year ahead everybody.&lt;br /&gt;muackz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-4201409781196976142?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4201409781196976142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4201409781196976142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4201409781196976142' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5179640385925338349</id><published>2007-12-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:58:14.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;reply me damn it.&lt;br /&gt;im so worried.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;pls reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u must be alright ya.&lt;br /&gt;u must be.&lt;br /&gt;u have to be.&lt;br /&gt;U HAVE TO BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please hear my cry.&lt;br /&gt;My heart cant take this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5179640385925338349?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5179640385925338349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5179640385925338349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5179640385925338349' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-7737769483717535211</id><published>2007-12-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:16:52.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my head was killing me yest.&lt;br /&gt;rushed to the docs after sch cuz it was closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doc says im:&lt;br /&gt;1) over worked&lt;br /&gt;2) stressed&lt;br /&gt;3) not sleeping enough&lt;br /&gt;4) not resting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise it. ive not like rested.&lt;br /&gt;major assignment due next wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doing my assignment now.&lt;br /&gt;and i think im having a breakdown now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-7737769483717535211?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7737769483717535211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7737769483717535211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7737769483717535211' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-378643449279809504</id><published>2007-12-01T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:49:00.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive not recovered.&lt;br /&gt;im still very tired.&lt;br /&gt;lectures this wk, hardly anything went in.&lt;br /&gt;i have a dec 17 DEADline.&lt;br /&gt;and 2 7th Jan DEADline.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to finito everything before chirstmas!&lt;br /&gt;HAH.gd luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see christmas lights yest with munchkin.parked at wheelock and when we came out, i thought they were having snow.HAHA.but i was actually, something cuaght on fire real badly.haha.we pushed boy so fast out of the area cuz it was hard to breathe.i was choked.haha.so the whole family went out.which was pretty nice.bumped into rach n dar n someone.haha.dunno who he is.haha.den bumped into tanya,mal,ben and a few other who were with them.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know when u go out, u just know that ur gonna bump into someone.haha.supper at goodwood,hainanese pork chops for me.YUM!it's my first christmas with munchkin.i cant remember my life without him.i have no idea wha to buy for him.im scared i might buy him everything i see.haha.yest in town, they were selling this ball along the streets.it lights up and it bounces here n there.haha.my wallet just wooshed out of my bag and bought it for him.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to do rgd assignments.so sick of this.ARGH!i think i pushed myself in e beginning but my ignotion is slowing down.which i cant afford.argh.i rather work than study.thats the fascinating truth.ppl say, 'wait till u go into the real world, u will wish that u were studying still.' i had my taste of the working world and i wld work anytime compared to studying.i just gotta psycho myself and keep telling myself that in the end, this wld all be worth it,just gotta be armed with papers.i think this world is UGLY!having papers, doesnt prove much when u come out into the world.but the world is STUPID and UGLY, so we gotta have these damn papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to ria's party like now.&lt;br /&gt;sarah!!!!sorry i cant make i for ur party.will make i up to u!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr:&lt;br /&gt;1)church&lt;br /&gt;2)DAPE&lt;br /&gt;3)bobby&lt;br /&gt;4)assignmentS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stabs heart-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever with ur attitude.i dont give a damn bout u!-rolls eyes-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-378643449279809504?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/378643449279809504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/378643449279809504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#378643449279809504' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-2534274428987042726</id><published>2007-11-25T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:05:40.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im home.&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;after one week of working my butt out.&lt;br /&gt;blood, sweat and tears balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started of on thurs with jay and i roped tanya in as well.haha.&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;the children were heaven to be with. my ju wen.my gosh.such a darling.&lt;br /&gt;the ppl surrounding e sch, seriously.-BAH-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thurs and fri morning i was facilitating with that. then fri afternoon, rushed down to shang to work for one wk for the ASEAN summit.can i just say, what an experience that was. i mean, WOAH! it was a real trying wk.so much happened there.i stayed at e apartment with e team which u may think is all glam n all.BUT, we were like not even there to rest.hardly sia. e usual peepz were working plus eric n shah.HAHA.gotta tell u the stupid jokes that eric cracked up.HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shared a rm with tiff, an intern.haha.fun but we worked.we all really worked our butts off.haha.i went thru 2 1/2 days w/o bathing.yes, very very bad.but i didnt smell.hahah.we all went thru that.haha.plus we had to wear suits everyday.-kill me-.i so have to wear colours now.ive been wearing black for a wk.haha.talk about being emo.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back late thurs nite, and i slept for 17 hrs.HAHA. heaven. but i was still floating after that. i still am.haha. thru this event, i went w/o sleep for 2 days. and the rest of the days, it was like 1 or 1 1/2 hrs.haha.i survived!we survived!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes and my ears were round e island while i was off in one part, and news came back to my ears. i think ur a sad case. i think ur mean. how dare u do that. if i was there, i wld have gone up to you and look u straight in e eye and say,'..'. ah whatever, it's not worth my fingers typing. ur still very much egoistic.u think ppl fall at ur feet.u think ppl worship e ground u walk on. grow up. i guess u cld say i was one of those who did. i thank the One above that i grew out of that and realised. i mean, i think back and see how ppl round me treat me and i look back, and i think, 'did i actually subject myself to all that treatment? sam, what were u thinking sam!!!' i was blind.real blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies to all msgs and call that ive not returned or took.&lt;br /&gt;no time at all.&lt;br /&gt;u cant imagine. plus my phone died on me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new term tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i have an outstanding assignment due.RAHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will leave here with one of eric's joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E : "hi,can i order HOT, HOT water to ... room please." - in the most flirtatious voice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O : "sorry sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : "i want really HOT, HOT water for my soup." - still with the most flirtatious voice ever-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O : -speechless-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : "so please send, HOT HOT water over please. you know what i mean by, HOT, HOT water yeah?" -flirtatious voice and cheeky smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O : "err, yes sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHOLE ROOM STARTS LAUGHING.-&lt;br /&gt;i was rolling with laughter sia.HAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-2534274428987042726?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/2534274428987042726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/2534274428987042726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2534274428987042726' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-8346802685906370289</id><published>2007-11-15T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:48:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;quick post.&lt;br /&gt;wnt be hm from tmr till next thurs or fri.&lt;br /&gt;packing is a pain!&lt;br /&gt;contact my hp if anything!&lt;br /&gt;love ya.&lt;br /&gt;-muackz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i even wonder&lt;br /&gt;if we,&lt;br /&gt;should be getting under these sheets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-8346802685906370289?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/8346802685906370289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/8346802685906370289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8346802685906370289' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-6761486700776812672</id><published>2007-11-03T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:23:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy 34th wedding anniversary mummy &amp;amp; daddy!&lt;br /&gt;34 years together...WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally on my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at man's place from wed.&lt;br /&gt;im glad to be home, on my big big bed.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner with all. munchkin for so funny.&lt;br /&gt;his in thing now, blowing rasberries.&lt;br /&gt;freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cld i have not written bout my outing with jon last wk.&lt;br /&gt;finally got to met up with him.&lt;br /&gt;miss him lots.&lt;br /&gt;he's my d.meade.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet him at 8pm but we met at like 9.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;bump into rachie at topshop den she and her dar walkled with me to meet jon at cine.haha.jon shopped.hahah.suspenders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i bought a top that day.jon paid everything that day.hahah.sweet lil jon.haha.highlight of e night, ah lua wanted to surprise me but was held up cuz of a client call.haha.so we cldnt meet.bu at like 12.30am, jon n i cabbed down to tamp to meet ah lua at macs.hahaha.i think we were there till like 2am++?haha.i miss ah lua so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.haha.at least we can get to see each other more now.yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jo,rach n seah e nxt day n we went to haji lane to makan but i had to rush to a family gathering at ponggol.so darn long to get there.took the train from bugis to outram.took e nel line to ponggol.den took the lrt to riviera.so darn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the way that we love&lt;br /&gt;Like its forever&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life&lt;br /&gt;But not together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No happy ending .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-6761486700776812672?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6761486700776812672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6761486700776812672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6761486700776812672' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-4308139411752550244</id><published>2007-10-29T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:37:55.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was clearing my room today.&lt;br /&gt;threw lots out.HAHA.and lots more to go out too.&lt;br /&gt;i even scrubed my freaking floor.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i was clearing a drawer, i came across packed away memories.&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked that i had all this still with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;your handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;our handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;work you gave me to do with your writing all over.&lt;br /&gt;all the crap we scribbled on paper.&lt;br /&gt;nonsense stuff.&lt;br /&gt;things you gave me randomly, which i kept in a box which i packed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a plesant shock, should i dare say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had to close my eyes, and i was brought back to wonderful days with you.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help but laugh at those times. i couldnt stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;eventhough im having a real bad day n week, when i came across all this, everything bad and sad just vanished just at the thought of us.&lt;br /&gt;what i kept were all wonderful memories. so ive not brought myself back to my hurtful past with you and i dnt wish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was so damn happy with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you want to fight&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand right beside you&lt;br /&gt;The day that you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right behind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;Just look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;'cause the heart never lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-4308139411752550244?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4308139411752550244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4308139411752550244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4308139411752550244' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5365199078315801063</id><published>2007-10-21T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:30:51.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think my heart stopped beating in mass today.&lt;br /&gt;they announced that mrs catherine wong passed away.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart stopped.&lt;br /&gt;i turned to my mum and dad who were not moving either.&lt;br /&gt;the mrs catherine i know was my primary 1 cat class teacher and even my sis's.&lt;br /&gt;im still very close to her till this day.&lt;br /&gt;i can honestly say that i cldnt pay attention in mass today.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted and was looking out for a glimpse of her or her her husband, uncle michael whom is such a wonderful person as well. i kept telling myself, dnt think so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after mass, i carried stuff up to my class den dashed up to her class to check.&lt;br /&gt;i saw uncle michael and he was smiling at me n talking to me but that sill did not answer my question. i wanted to ask him but thought twice cuz i thought i wld look like an idiot if it was just the same name and diff person.i popped my head a lil more into e room, and there i found my answer. mrs wong, smiling at me and with open arms. i ran to her and gave here biggest hug ever. i started to cry. den she looked at me den i explained the story to her and she started to cry.haha.den she was crying cuz she felt so touch that she is loved.and i started crying cuz im hugging her. 2 of us crying in e classroom.my heart was finally at ease. mum,dad and i were all relieved. as i was exiting her class to go back to mine, she said ,'you made my day.' and i asked why and she said, 'cuz i feel so loved.' and i said ,'no.you made my day just to see you here.'.WAHH, u shld see both our smiles at one another.she is really a lovely woman. i really love her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that was her who passed away, i wld be a wrecked up person. this is a clear example of what life is. one second ur here, the next ur not. it's a haunting thought, but that's e truth. so F with all the little nitty gritty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the sould of Mrs Caherine Wong, rest in peace. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what's more to life than knowing that you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5365199078315801063?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5365199078315801063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5365199078315801063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5365199078315801063' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1750830700982932652</id><published>2007-10-17T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T04:15:59.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im up.&lt;br /&gt;im still up.&lt;br /&gt;time check- 4.05am -.-&lt;br /&gt;i just had a shower. dig that.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;had my first cd marks back. but it hasnt been moderated yet, so i had a sneak peek. not bad sam!=D.&lt;br /&gt;the late nights and no slp was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;im kinda concern bout the one im working on now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just do my best. thats all i can do.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;im under the weather too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But then most of all,&lt;br /&gt;I do love you,&lt;br /&gt;STILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1750830700982932652?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1750830700982932652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1750830700982932652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1750830700982932652' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1816222017590525051</id><published>2007-09-28T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T04:09:00.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im up.&lt;br /&gt;it says 3.57am on my comp's clock.&lt;br /&gt;WTF! im still up.&lt;br /&gt;im WAS doing my professional prac assignment since 11pm.FCUK.&lt;br /&gt;5 hrs on it.and im still not done and ive went over the word limit.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i gonna write the theories in tmr and analyse them.&lt;br /&gt;my freakin ref, i forgot to write the place of publication from my books i borrowed which i RETURNED to the library.i seriously dnt know what im gonna do for my bibliography.i dnt care if i didnt spell that work correctly.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;what glorious weather it was in the morning.raining, cold wind.perfect weather to sleep in but noooooooooooooooooooo, i had to wake up and get stuck in crowded buses with UGLY SINGAPOREANS pushing here and there. FCUK YOU PPL!&lt;br /&gt;my securty blanket throughout it, my moooooooozic. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay wants to steal my husband cause she finds him freaking hot.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hands off girl.&lt;br /&gt;he's all mineeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;the was the best reaction ive ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;when she saw his picture, she just went, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;haha.i have good taste.WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to wake at 8am+ to pick up my little munchkin.&lt;br /&gt;he took his first crawl last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;that is really the joy in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;he is like my sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;he is likle my drug.&lt;br /&gt;he is like my stripe stuff.&lt;br /&gt;he's like my lampard.&lt;br /&gt;he's like my comforter.&lt;br /&gt;he's like my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smell his bolster everyday.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i miss his smell so i have to smell his bolster.haha.probably full of fart.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,get to see him soon.&lt;br /&gt;he does funny stuff now.HAHA.ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.i love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i dnt even know if i can sleep cuz my eyes are wide open.damnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;on tues, i was dead to the world by 10pm+.i was holding mt assignment, drafting stuff out n my eyes went boink,boink,boink.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dnt wanna sleep but i cant go on with my paper or not i will write rubbish and i cant afford to cuz it's the highest and most impt point of the paper.hahah.im not gonna take that risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.................I LOVE ALL OF US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1816222017590525051?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1816222017590525051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1816222017590525051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1816222017590525051' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-6685396574760806509</id><published>2007-09-11T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:24:22.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever this date comes since 2001,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;i feel pain for the lives that perished on such a horrible act.&lt;br /&gt;the lives of those in the towers.&lt;br /&gt;the lives of those in the planes.&lt;br /&gt;the lives of those who were rescuing the victims.&lt;br /&gt;the lives of those who lost loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember that i had just put down the phone with my sis,who was in hawaii on sep11 2001, at 8.40pm+ around there, then my family and i saw the newsflash, the line that ran across channel 5 showing celebrity squares about the twin towers being hit.we all thought it was the kl twin towers, and nothing that major. out of curiosity, we switched to cnn, and to our horror, saw what was happening. and to learn that it was a terrorist attack, was just shocking.we cldnt get thru to mandy.i remember watching cnn and witnessing the hits and collapse of the towers. i was just, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest, i caught ngc n discovery showing the final moments loved ones had with those on the plane and those who lost their loved ones. tears just streamed down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as we all who hate the people behind the attacks, vengence is not ours. There is a God. A God of justice and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God, please bless the souls who have perished in this disaster. Please bless and comfort their families and loved ones and send their guardian angels to always be by their side. Please bless our world today, that we may live in a world full of peace and unity. We ask this through Christ Out Lord, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-6685396574760806509?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6685396574760806509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6685396574760806509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6685396574760806509' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-7625726867563397719</id><published>2007-09-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:39:54.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;where do i begin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ermm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really dnt wanna remember my 19th birthday. period. bad memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thanks for all the wishes n prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but all is well now. just nice, on the 31st, closing of e month, all is settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart is finally at ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have no idea how good that feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can breathe and sleep in peace, after these months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that feels so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work is tiring.haha.legs pain.killer feet.haha.but lots of fun.miss them lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, the biggest breakthrough for me personally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know where i stand in your life and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know where you stand in my life after 3 fcuking long years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im nothing to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as much as it hurts..or should i say hurt me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's true and im happy cause i know now, you are just not worth my time and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it feels good. somehow it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will forever be that special someone, you will but i wont torture myself anymore for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-7625726867563397719?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7625726867563397719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7625726867563397719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7625726867563397719' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5784002997616964494</id><published>2007-08-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:54:16.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything was falling apart and it still pretty much is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something wonderful happened on wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my class surprised me with a birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, that was just fcuking sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was pouring on wed morning n sarah brought the cake in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, i was really touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kinda barely know my class like WELLLL. and yet the thought was just too great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was really shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the whole class singing happy birthday to me. ive not had that in yrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was blushing. i was red untill saray asked me to stop blusing.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chetna out cream on my face. walaooooooooooooo. old sch.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another sweet gesture, jane was unaware of my birthday, she gave me lemon puffs, the whole big packet as my birthday present. WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i was even more touched. it clearly shows its the thought and not the gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i can forget my birthday this year. i can. it is not striking me this year. as impossible as it sounds, i can. i never thought that i could forget my own birthday, but i can. for this year, definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i woke up in a startle when you appeared in my dream,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the funny part, it was still depicting the picture i try to portray to you of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i felt crushed in the dream, as real as in reality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5784002997616964494?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5784002997616964494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5784002997616964494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5784002997616964494' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-3509974606528680408</id><published>2007-08-20T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:06:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just needed that cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-3509974606528680408?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3509974606528680408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3509974606528680408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3509974606528680408' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-3614451733495662324</id><published>2007-08-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:51:27.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;before this stupid day ends, i wanna say how much i HATE AUGUST 15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE IT SO MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcuk this day every year. RAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's like a curse. it always suck for -peep- knows what reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arghhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-3614451733495662324?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3614451733495662324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3614451733495662324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3614451733495662324' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-7207329076330754749</id><published>2007-08-13T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:47:12.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to let you know that the phone works 2 ways.&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. it pains me so badly.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk. fcuk. fcuk. fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;i cant express my pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so many things hurt me these days.&lt;br /&gt;so many.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what ive really come to hate.&lt;br /&gt;people who take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;for crying out loud, look at what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;fcuking hell. how i wish you would fcuking open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;im not ok, dont you get it.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of trying to reach out to you in all my small ways.&lt;br /&gt;im tired. im so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i rather drown than continue threading the deep seas.&lt;br /&gt;i reach out for your touch and you turn away.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;you have people all around you.&lt;br /&gt;and all i ask of you, is to just be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;is that so hard.&lt;br /&gt;im starting to not believe in people's words anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you say, 'i promise. i promise'&lt;br /&gt;fcuking hell. you've never kept your promiseS.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i use capital for S.&lt;br /&gt;and fcuk that saying of promises are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;i think whoever came out with that statement is low living, ego centric, self denial fcuked up person.&lt;br /&gt;i hate your empty words. i hate it so much.you always fill me up with so much hope and than you throw me down.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;stop playing me.&lt;br /&gt;if you only knew the pain you are causing me.&lt;br /&gt;the pain which i have so dearly endured for such a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i need pills to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;i need lies to make it thru the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just to be at the corner of your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-7207329076330754749?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7207329076330754749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7207329076330754749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7207329076330754749' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-8943874219435054039</id><published>2007-08-11T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:38.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Rr3bm_RRRLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4qUCskGmRGo/s1600-h/dls6+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Rr3bm_RRRLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4qUCskGmRGo/s320/dls6+220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097471816118650034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-9150679856500750875</id><published>2007-08-06T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:46:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;chelsea lost over penalties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n lamps shot was saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just froze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heart pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n it has begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the quarelling with mr ronaldo has resumed.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still arguing with him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lampsss...why?what happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heart pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;  3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-9150679856500750875?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/9150679856500750875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/9150679856500750875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#9150679856500750875' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1383122249099719316</id><published>2007-08-05T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:12:21.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i nearly died yest.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;the funny part, it was at siglap.&lt;br /&gt;my love.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for ndp yest.will post photos soon.&lt;br /&gt;no freaking fireworks.ppl left when the announcement was made that there will be no fireworks.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooo, the army stuffy were awesome.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was fun today.photos soon as well.&lt;br /&gt;aunt jen's place after that. she cooked laksa.THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;nigel, gabby n ria are such darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happening today.&lt;br /&gt;1.F1...COME ON HAMILTON!&lt;br /&gt;2.CHELSEA vs MANU...COME ON CHELSEA...LAMPARD!!!!WOO HOO HOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;3.UGLY BETTY...HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.my assisngment is staring at me.HAHA.philosophiesssssssss.bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my munchkin was here on friii.haha.i was dead tired but had lots of fun with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1383122249099719316?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1383122249099719316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1383122249099719316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1383122249099719316' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-7830296901860819719</id><published>2007-08-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:29:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my song before the whole fking world knew bout it.BAH.enjoyyyyy. &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bdF_73aqmM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bdF_73aqmM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; dad came home n he broke down in front of me just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was too shocked to say/do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant take it when my dad breaks down.he hardly ever breaks down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just heard him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i wanna do so much, but i dnt know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mon-thurs---&gt;sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thurs, i come home n i start my chores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like today, i got home.n started my chores.first load in the washer n those by hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took down the dry clothing n put it aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorted out the hangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mopped the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;folded clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd load in the washer.remaining clothing by hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cleaned the kitchen.my friend, the bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ironedddd some of the clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last load in the washer now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got so much reading to do for sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on cognitive development now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rani jsut gave out ALOT of readings when we ended class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive not even touched her previous reading on physical aspects cuz i was concentrating on effective principles and practices.gotta write an essay on my philosophy by wed!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;started a new module.i like my lecturer, she's irish.she's nice.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do i sum up my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooh...chetna thought i am married.joke of the day. 0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-7830296901860819719?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7830296901860819719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7830296901860819719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7830296901860819719' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5433099314384477165</id><published>2007-07-31T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:07:12.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;no morning lecture tmr.=D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im tired. real tired.finished up my assignment yest which is dued tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i read thru it before lectures today n i spotted spelling mistakes.haha.i was up to weeee hrs completing it.while taking my break for brothers &amp; sisters of course.HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daveeee..hot.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just staring at my text now...emerging development. rani HIGHLY advised that we start reading up on the physical aspects before we begin part 2 of development.yikes!thats why im trying to make it a point to start reading today.HAHA.come on sammmmmm.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally realised this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when im angry with you, i want to be like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you dont care and dont seem to wanna care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tell myself not to care about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i cant give a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's just not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kinda find it like a joke cuz after these yrs, i finally realise this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant be like you who doesnt seem care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant be like you who doesnt have the time to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just canttt. ive tried so many times, and ive failed every single time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i do so, i get so mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get mad with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get mad with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i get mad with everything around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally, when i came to realise that its just not me not to care, i feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5433099314384477165?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5433099314384477165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5433099314384477165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5433099314384477165' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-9212999979642271822</id><published>2007-07-28T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:13:43.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 hr and 28 mins more to win a date with ted hamilton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i fking love that show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dnt care what u think, i love that show so so so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait for jon to lend me the dvd till it came out on tv.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;misss him so much.haha.soon to become ns boy.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been doing assignments the whole dayyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reading after reading...question after question...answer after answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so tireddddd.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so happy cause of the showwww..WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 hr and 17mins more.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-9212999979642271822?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/9212999979642271822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/9212999979642271822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#9212999979642271822' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-761122927407992516</id><published>2007-07-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:38:41.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dnt know what hit my parents but they seem to be hit/realy concerned that im by myself in the manner of i go to sch, i come back to an empty house syndrome.i dnt know why now?cuz after emmy's birth, dad goes over everyday after work. so im basically by myself.plus,mum is there 5 days a wk.i only see her on fri night,sat,sun.thats it...so it's basically just me at home.thats it.but from yest,dad makes it a point to come home straight from work one day a wk.we had a good talk yest n it seems that both him n mum are concerned...VERY CONCERNED.i dnt know y.as we were talking, my eyes started welling up cuz i miss my mummy...ALOT.i mean, after she retired, she was supposed to be home n all.like, she wld have more time.plus we wld have more tome together cuz all thru my sch life, she was working so we didnt have good quality time for one another.and as i got older, my realationship with her got closer n closer.ive not shown nor have i realised that i missed her so much.my tears were about to roll down my cheeks when the doorbell rang.fcuk,writing this now is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emmy's coming tmr.i miss him like hell.i fcuking miss him.mummy's coming home.yay yay.mandy is coming over as well.im cooking tmr.=D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 month to my birthday.HAH.no feelings...AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will we have our annual big fight dar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-761122927407992516?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/761122927407992516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/761122927407992516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#761122927407992516' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5533234720409282587</id><published>2007-07-23T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:41:48.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's the first day.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kinda realised that its been 9 months since i picked up my books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made friends.haha.how pri sch does that sound.3 girls n a guy.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1989,1988,1987,1986.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's the four of us.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im having this real bad headache now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i gotta do my readings for effective principles and practices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought my module textbooks.$125.    -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;child development is like,here we go again.theoritical stuff.and it's only part 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooooooooo.i woke up today to this huge bruise on my jaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's like someone bashed me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yest,marco it my jaw accidentaly.fcuk.used concealer to cover it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ppl would think that i got into a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pills arent helping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i need 'that 70s show nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5533234720409282587?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5533234720409282587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5533234720409282587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5533234720409282587' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-6447051892321350533</id><published>2007-07-22T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:16:32.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sch starting tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda nervous.HAHA.dnt know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mixed feelings.time for me to turn into a nerd once again.haha.last time i was always either at the library,my face was stuck to a book,surfing the net for ideas or writting essays.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NERD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking back, OMG.is that me?haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things have drastically changed with me from sec sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not who i used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus the working experience now, im diff.haha.which i like actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;class was fab today.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so proud of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marco tried to tackle me.funny fella.such a darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sis asked me what i wanted to do for my 21st bday.i just stared blanky at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like WHAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.i laughed n told her, i didne even turn 19 n u r planning my 21st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was like 'yah what,must plan'.haha.she ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got my first birthday present.haha.something i have been eyeing.yay.weeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i still love you, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-6447051892321350533?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6447051892321350533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6447051892321350533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6447051892321350533' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-6758221113012420175</id><published>2007-07-20T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:49:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;swollen eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;orientation today. it's like in 2 hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just the thought of it is making me....sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a night yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just tears balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-6758221113012420175?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6758221113012420175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6758221113012420175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6758221113012420175' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-4739915748763247216</id><published>2007-07-17T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:17:38.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;babysitting tmr.haha.that seems to be my life now.n it wil lbe for the rest of my life.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-playing the third person, influenced by GA-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sam saw you after a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sam stepped back and thought for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sam still knows why she had a crush on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sam knows that people and sam herself normally think back on people they have liked in the early years and cringe at the thought of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sam still knows, till this day why sam liked you THAT much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sam knowssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.that was weird.playing the third person is irritating but funny n addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw sherwyn,uncle howard n mrs tan after such a long time yest.i have to tip toe to hug sherwyn.haha.mum has to look way up at him to speak to him.HAHA.cant believe but actual facts we grew up together since pri 1 in cat class.nonsense days.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are looking better and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-4739915748763247216?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4739915748763247216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4739915748763247216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4739915748763247216' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-3575462583547050284</id><published>2007-07-12T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T07:59:50.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im up.yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going to babysit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tireddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to change my sleeping pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im lying on my bed waiting for dad's call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really miss my mum.she came back yest n we talked n talked n talked.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's so funny.haha.i love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i misssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-3575462583547050284?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3575462583547050284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3575462583547050284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3575462583547050284' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-813252930731762739</id><published>2007-07-09T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:29:49.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;federer won.boo hoo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its ok.it was a fantastic finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well done nadal!=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reportedly lampard cheated AGAIN, this time with this hot brunette in vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still want to marry him.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got to get well.running nose still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suppose to meet butt n all for sinner today but feeling under the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched step up earlier today, my gosh, i love the show.cant believe skinny died just like that.i really love the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That '70s show in half an hr.WEEEEE.cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shades + you = HOT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-813252930731762739?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/813252930731762739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/813252930731762739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#813252930731762739' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-4323582135617090940</id><published>2007-07-08T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:06:27.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling really down now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just witnessed a big fight and i just turned my head away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cldnt say anything cuz i think it wld make it worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanted to stop it but i just cldnt thinking that i wld make it worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just turned my head n my tears just fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching wimbledon finals now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nadal, make my day n win pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no outlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i kinda of dnt know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-4323582135617090940?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4323582135617090940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4323582135617090940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4323582135617090940' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-9184410506709765341</id><published>2007-07-07T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Ro9xgN2HBUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jI5cvWy35fo/s1600-h/global_1680x1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084407302610945346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Ro9xgN2HBUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jI5cvWy35fo/s320/global_1680x1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im hurt my 2 little toes badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my left, i knocked it against my bed n it bled.cldnt stop bleeding for some time.iced it down n its still swollen.n its numb till now.n this happened 2 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my right, i was wondering why i was hurting so much.showed dad n he said its a water cut.like under my lil toe, the skin is sliced.PAIN!i cant wiggle it.cant walk properly.help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;changed me air con today n had mio installed.my net is indeed faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so stuck to wimbledon.haha.it always happen to me every yr.i wanna goooooo.rafael nadal come on!haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;070707.ppl every hitching today.haha.the most commom reason choose this date besides it being auspicious is that neither party will forget their anni.haha.imagine is either party forgets.haha.imagine the facts of that arguement.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live earth today.weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.i pledge that thingi online.im doing my part.come on, we all can do out part.haha.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emmanuel stayed over n thurs.i miss him already.like jon told me, alot of ppl will think that im a unwed mum cuz when u open my wallet, u see emmauel's pic.haha.bite me!haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im hungryyyyyyyyyyyy.durian for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nose is running n throat is hurting me lil.but its durian!haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a month ago i was in shanghai.damnnn.time passes so fast.i kinda miss being away.sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeing the lil ones tmr finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.haha.after a month+?miss them LOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Live Earth: The Concerts For A Climate In Crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spread the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do your part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Save the cheerleader, save the world. (HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-9184410506709765341?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/9184410506709765341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/9184410506709765341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#9184410506709765341' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Ro9xgN2HBUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jI5cvWy35fo/s72-c/global_1680x1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-6686418297385100936</id><published>2007-07-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:38.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RopqNd2HBTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yvqem3EeF9M/s1600-h/god+is+love.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082991909023450418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RopqNd2HBTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yvqem3EeF9M/s320/god+is+love.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Butt's creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EMMANUEL EPHRAIM TAN JIAN AN&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful Baptism.&lt;br /&gt;My reading went well.WEEE.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel was fab.haha.I thoroughly enjoyed myself and so did everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Off to York for the rest of the celebrations.so nice to have all our friends and family members around.&lt;br /&gt;Love was in the air.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks butt for the print out.I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;He designed himself for the confi peepz.&lt;br /&gt;He just became a Godpa to a confirmant.haha.&lt;br /&gt;yay.We both are starting a new journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the vows,I felt the impact of becoming a Godma.&lt;br /&gt;The responsibility is great.&lt;br /&gt;As Father was continuing the vows, i felt even more and more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my Godparents who were there and I really look up to them as role models.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Emmanuel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-6686418297385100936?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6686418297385100936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6686418297385100936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6686418297385100936' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RopqNd2HBTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yvqem3EeF9M/s72-c/god+is+love.BMP' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1397612948757970202</id><published>2007-07-01T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:25:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shopped.hahaha.is there such a word as "shopped"?HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;bought a river island top and 2 NUM flip flops.yes,my first of NUM stuff and actually my first river island item as well.haha.bought 2 cds as well.(k sam,enough shopping)&lt;br /&gt;yay.jon liked my new bag,mng shades n wallet.weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to meet at 3.he asked for 3.30 den i asked for 4.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up meeeting at 4.20.haha.joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shopped till his wallet went dry.madness i tell u.haha.but alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;peninsula.&lt;br /&gt;river island.&lt;br /&gt;cafe cartel.&lt;br /&gt;topman/topshop.&lt;br /&gt;pull and bear.&lt;br /&gt;cathay cine(BLOODY HELL,ALL SOLD OUT FOR TRANSFORMERS.ARGHHHHH.I WAS SO MAD.='()&lt;br /&gt;Queens couture&lt;br /&gt;NUM&lt;br /&gt;HMV&lt;br /&gt;Spinelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited forever to call for a cab.haha.the joke was the cab we called for was in front of us n we didnt know till the driver called.cuz it turned out to be those maxi cab which we werent expecting.haha.so fun.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd was horrible.we've listed the top 2 reasons why it was so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;1.national stadium party&lt;br /&gt;2.ndp rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;3.last day before gst hike.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;it was so horrible.jon was gonna whack the next person that hit him.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee.finally get to use my new dress tmr.haha.&lt;br /&gt;im nervous.how!haha.oh Lord, please help me.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a huge celebration it will be tomorrow. Amen! =D.&lt;br /&gt;i claim all will go well tmr.=D.AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1397612948757970202?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1397612948757970202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1397612948757970202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1397612948757970202' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-4887958915482850894</id><published>2007-06-30T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:25:43.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.meeting with jon postpone to today.poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;he must be exhausted.told him so.haha.&lt;br /&gt;meeting him at 3.&lt;br /&gt;seems like he's gonna go shopping.haha.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch a movie.haha.we shall see.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i have to hold my wallet tight.spent a fair sum on wed.haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for tmr.but im nervous bout going up in church to read the Intecessary prayer.haha.mandy is doing first reading.nerves kicking in.haha.&lt;br /&gt;officailly becoming a Godma tmr.=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dnt let me trip at the altar or slip up with my words.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-4887958915482850894?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4887958915482850894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4887958915482850894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4887958915482850894' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5864002009503791343</id><published>2007-06-29T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:26:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so tired.&lt;br /&gt;worked today.haha.but that didnt make me tired.late nights n early mornings are to blame.haha.finalised schooling today.weeeee.alright,new chapter here i come.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had ME time yest.weeee.pampered myself here n there.haha.n i went shopping.i really did.haha.with my ipod in my ears n my feet doing the walking.haha.weeee.happy happy sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon's home!yay.going out tmr.haha.lets see if it gets cancelled.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch:&lt;br /&gt;-transformers&lt;br /&gt;-pirates(yes yes,i know im slow.i had no time.='()&lt;br /&gt;-harry potter&lt;br /&gt;-hairspray&lt;br /&gt;-enchanted...something...(haha,staring mcdreamy)&lt;br /&gt;-fantastic 4(for the sake of chris evans..haha)&lt;br /&gt;-the blossoming of me....(cant remeber the full title,filipino movie)&lt;br /&gt;-evan almighty&lt;br /&gt;-rush hour 3&lt;br /&gt;-die hard 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many more to come,im sure.haha.&lt;br /&gt;got to get up at 6.45 to babysit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was nearly late for work today cuz i just conked out in mandy's place in my event outfit.i was so tired that i cld have fallen asleep standing up.haha.that bad.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my mag.mr lampard was absolutely so hot in his suit for the wedding.bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.dream sam,dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights,im off to dream of me,frank lampard and my dream house and cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5864002009503791343?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5864002009503791343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5864002009503791343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5864002009503791343' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-6869563324676148083</id><published>2007-06-27T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:45:54.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so tiredddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i cant slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing with my ipod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im done with my GA.so sad.no more entertaiment for me.bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cried like a baby.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love GA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im kinda nervous bout tmr.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well,i finally get some ME time tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive not had that for a long time.i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe i just cant remember when was the last i had ME time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME time helps me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if someone had told me to have ME time 4 yrs back,i wld call u a nutcase.but not now.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME time is healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im tired......cant slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;babysitting was good.haha.tiring.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to try n slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nerves are kicking in.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me sleep, so I can dream of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-6869563324676148083?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6869563324676148083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6869563324676148083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6869563324676148083' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5610956971983251794</id><published>2007-06-25T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:46:24.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a crazzzzzy week last wk.&lt;br /&gt;How dare you hurt her?&lt;br /&gt;When someone hurts someone I love,thats it.&lt;br /&gt;That other side of me pops out.&lt;br /&gt;But ive been trying to keep it in.&lt;br /&gt;damn you.&lt;br /&gt;just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's bday was on Fri.went back to TEC with mandy,emmanuel,dad n mum.&lt;br /&gt;gosh,i miss them.haha.sanjay,serene,jon,jas,shan,gerry.aunty mag...the whole lot.haha.my family finally met my TEC family.haha.not mandy though,she knows most of them already.haha.&lt;br /&gt;den off to cnet.haha.finally saw charles after like forever.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i miss him.haha.he looks diff.haha.really missed talkin to him.he was one of those significant ppl whose talks/conversations which got me through all my tough/challenging times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is almost done.i think.haha.putting everything back in its place.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shopping.rahhhh.shopping.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna babysit tmr.gotta wake at 7am.-yawns-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights,gonna watch my GA.dnt bother talking to me when im watching my GA.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5610956971983251794?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5610956971983251794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5610956971983251794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5610956971983251794' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-6589538336003697893</id><published>2007-06-22T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:57:25.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you really gotta watch this.=D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/En0A8KGMgq8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/En0A8KGMgq8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-6589538336003697893?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6589538336003697893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6589538336003697893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6589538336003697893' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-6653789515590964487</id><published>2007-06-20T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Rngd3n8SVHI/AAAAAAAAACc/9hpZxXM5rjc/s1600-h/e65+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077841421312087154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Rngd3n8SVHI/AAAAAAAAACc/9hpZxXM5rjc/s320/e65+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; D.MEADE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RngdtX8SVGI/AAAAAAAAACU/lMdFnnYsy-g/s1600-h/Farewell+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077841245218428002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RngdtX8SVGI/AAAAAAAAACU/lMdFnnYsy-g/s320/Farewell+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROZEIT (after beer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RngdcX8SVFI/AAAAAAAAACM/6OZ9bf4MDdg/s1600-h/Farewell+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077840953160651858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RngdcX8SVFI/AAAAAAAAACM/6OZ9bf4MDdg/s320/Farewell+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROZEIT (half way thru beer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RngdMH8SVEI/AAAAAAAAACE/Acinij-htug/s1600-h/Farewell+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077840673987777602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RngdMH8SVEI/AAAAAAAAACE/Acinij-htug/s320/Farewell+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QQQQQQQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Rngc_H8SVDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SjIKwrQ2Tm8/s1600-h/Farewell+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077840450649478194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Rngc_H8SVDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SjIKwrQ2Tm8/s320/Farewell+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR SANJAY. =D .(i hate how i look in the photo.haha.he forgot to shave,i told him to the day before.haha.so he said pretend its e look he is going for.haha.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RngcvH8SVCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sTE-JnDMVNI/s1600-h/Farewell+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077840175771571234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RngcvH8SVCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sTE-JnDMVNI/s320/Farewell+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MY TEAM,MY TEAM,MY TEAM,MY TEAM-to "My Humps"-(sher is missing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im stressed doing my room.i really am n i have to complete it by thurs!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;came across some of my sec stuff.lower sec ones n sec 3 lots.brought back fond/-kill me- memories.sigh.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i managed to rip some stuff up after yearSSSSSS.and some, i just cldnt.i wanted to break something but i just cldnt.i cracked up reading some stuff too.haha.damn i miss those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, seriously, school literally "cradles" us.we are protected from the real world.once ur out from sch, you either sink or swim.the world out there can be tough.having a stint at it has open my eyes in more ways than you can imagine.i find that im at a win-win situation now.what ive gone thru,no book can ever teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went online n chatted with Jon.haha.he misses meeee.hahah.n he said real nice stuff to me.he made my day.haha.damn i miss him.really miss him annoying me.haha.i miss being a bitch to him.ahah.im not used to this lifestyle now.after running a 7am-2am life,rushing proposals n meetings, its hard to adjust to what i have now.i rater do hotel billings now.hahaha.eventhough i dreaded it in shanghai.5 1/2 hrs doing that.i killed myself.HAHA.im really having a tough time adjusting.haha.cant wait to meet up with him.weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.he's my daniel meade,or a.k.a. trying very hard to be but cannot make it.HAHA.yes,im his ugly betty.haha.i love him my s club 7 notepad behind for him.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant imagine the impact all of them left on me.leanrt lots from them.all the highs n lows.i think back bout the lows, n its real bad.elaine saw me in a bad state, n so did sanjay.i cant imagine that i got through it.only possible with God of course.haha.=D.e highlight for me has got to be the opportunity to fly to shanghai to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kk,i dnt know y im writing this now wen its suppose to be for the last post.i guess,i really am missing them.well, quote unquote from jas when i was saying my final goodbye to her, "what goodbye!more beer n clubbing.".HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 2am.damn it.haha.im tired yet not tired.my body is not used to this!!!im usually piled up to the max with work, n now, nothing.NO-THING!bleahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.='(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MCLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-6653789515590964487?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6653789515590964487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/6653789515590964487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6653789515590964487' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/Rngd3n8SVHI/AAAAAAAAACc/9hpZxXM5rjc/s72-c/e65+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1765128053785916890</id><published>2007-06-17T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:39.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RnQkDH8SVBI/AAAAAAAAABs/J9ixzWtRiVQ/s1600-h/Farewell+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;farewell yest.heart pain.will upoad the pics soon.gerry bought me a stripe notebook.so swt.sanjay was annoying.haha.here i was drinking my water at my comp n he announced(literally yelled) this, "Sam, are you crying? Hey everyone, Sam is crying!"HAHA.so annoying.gonna miss anoyying him.haha.miss jonnnnnnn.misss jasssss.miss chris.miss all of them.haha.miss shann.gotta upload the photos.gotta get shanghai photos from ah lua.went to brozeit for me farewell.beer was good.i had my aftensaft.weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.sausages were good.haha.well, i can actually spend quality time with emmanuel now.haha.miss him.cant wait to see him later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS' DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!weeeee.andy's first fathers' day today.haha.so nice.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna write about so many things but i just cant.haha.listening to the cd jas introed me.woo hoo hoo.i wanna dance.haha.weather was fantastic today.i was such a bum today.haha.woke up at like 1.30pm?HAHA.had lunch n went back to bed till 7pm.HAHA.it's the weather.n it seems emmanuel slept the whole day as well.haha.follow the godma.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn i miss you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1765128053785916890?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1765128053785916890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1765128053785916890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1765128053785916890' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-7269579990025912341</id><published>2007-06-11T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:57:08.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im back!!!im finally back from Shanghai.was there for 8 days.i fell really sick on my 4th day there.puking n diarohhea.so bad.i thought i was going to die.and now i know the feeling n meaning of passing out in the toilet.i passed out 3 times on that day.just flat on the toilet floor.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.besides that.i really have to start by saying this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, i really know why people actually have flings when they go overseas.HAHA.i may or may not write more about this.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting a cab in Shanghai is madness.haha.first night, we had shanghainese food.drunken prawns.i went backwards when i saw it jumping infront of me.haha.and i ate one by pressure from serene n shannon.hahaha.kill me!haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jap food another night, woah.free flow of alcohol.ppl actually puke at the restaturant cuz they consume too much.hahaha.i has just about enough.haha.it was shannon's bday, so we celebrated her bday there.haha.so fun.took a cab to grand hyatt with karthi.wow, hyatt there only starts from the 42nd floor.imagine that.e buliding beside hyatt is going to be the tallest buliding in the world.its still in the making, but its like,WOW.the bulidings there are nothing to like we have here.overthere, it like in al shapes with tacky lights lining them.haha.super brand mall is heaven.haha.there r 2 parts of shanghai, pudong n puxi.i was staying in pudong but i managed to explore puxi.i love puxi.the architecture there is just gorgeous.i love it.haha.my mandarin has improved tremendously.haha.ah lua also says so.cuz i dnt look chinese, i get harassed alot.argh.that part was irritating.missed Emmanuel like mad.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chris describes shan n i as this: "not avaiable in singapore but available in shanghai."HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dnt think i will write n detail about what i wrote briefly about earler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aussies. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-7269579990025912341?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7269579990025912341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/7269579990025912341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7269579990025912341' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-8268151635253222750</id><published>2007-05-31T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:18:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday....zouk, phuture,zouk,phuture,zouk,phuture.haha.ended up at phuture on sat.drinks started early at 6 at emarald hill.haha.part 2 was at zouk.i was getting so sleepy.haha.had a fab night!=D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fantastic tuesday, thanks to a certain someone who gave me the biggest and longest and one of the most meaningful hugs i ever had in my life.and it came from the right person.THE person who can just brighten up my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad monday n wednesday.hate it.pissed off as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcuk you.fcuk you.i cant imagine the amount of tears that i have shed because of you.im human you know.bloddy hell.you make me so mad.why am i sick, because of you.im burnt out.cant u just talk to me nicely?cant you?is that so hard?-rolls yes-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now,im freaking ill.burning with fever n soar throat.suspected dengue-hmmmm.how wonderful.feel so woozy,n i still have so much to clear n pack before i fly.RAHHHHHHHHH.help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-i want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hug-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello rachie!!!-hug hug-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-8268151635253222750?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/8268151635253222750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/8268151635253222750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8268151635253222750' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-4666852417309641464</id><published>2007-05-26T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:41:13.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;once again, too many stuff.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-caught the fa cup at harrys at quay with jas.haha.GO CHELSEA!!!!haha.so damn happy.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-stayed at shang.knock out balls.im fking tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-leavin on sat on a jet plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-someone in particular has been pissing me off like f.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-missing emmanuel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-i want this part of to come to an end.to end on a good note though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going to do some stuff first den going to parteeee later.'lancing night' tonight.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant wait.just let loose!woo hoo hoo.PARTEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hear youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-4666852417309641464?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4666852417309641464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4666852417309641464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4666852417309641464' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-727327855421741869</id><published>2007-05-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:57:40.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im feeling rather bitchy now. dont ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really do not like ppl who are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two faced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suck ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think they are god and you have to kiss the ground they walk on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;easily swayed/influenced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleep their way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flirt their way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr/ms know it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;insensative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;most of all, i really hate ppl who like to rub things into ppls face. i mean wtf. you jollywell know how the person wld feel if you said that and you still did. i mean, wtf is your heart? oh yah, you dnt have one and fking eyes are in ur ass. argh. i mean, wtf are u when i need you. you always reasure the whole damn fking world that you r there for them but not me. i mean, f you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;just go and jollywell f yourself and all other whom you've have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;enjoy.&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/14156101-727327855421741869?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/727327855421741869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/727327855421741869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#727327855421741869' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-9089696360128072609</id><published>2007-05-13T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:39:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i literally forgot that this existed.haha.helloooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much has happened.so so so, toooooo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna try n sum it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emmanuel Ephraim Tan is here.24th April.Thank you Gos for Blessing us with such a beautiful baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One15.tiring but it is an awesome experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bday party.what a fantastic, hole in the pocket party.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;novus grand opening.the drink was strong.i was feeling really hot.vodka lemonade.my gosh.HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dropped my hp in to the toilet bowl while it was flushing.HAHA.damn it.i cursed n swore.out of everyone who knew, the best response form mr ronaldo.everyone else either laughed, got grossed out or just purely scolded me for being so dump,stupid n careless.but him.HAHA.this is his response:"eh, what you trying to do?training your phone ur phone to swim ah?"HAHAHAHAHA.i burst out laughing.hahahahaha.that was hilarious.got my new phone yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooooooooooooooooo, since im on mr ronaldo, damn it i lost the bet.idiotic manu has won the title.damn it. 3 bets in with him.lost cuz of the title.no one won e 2ns bet cuz manu n chelsea drew for the epl match.last bet on sat.who wins fa cup.come on chelseaaaaaaaaaaa.makan mr ronaldo's money.HAHA.so irritating wen we were watching the arsenal vs chelsea match.THE match that wld determine who won the title.my heart was so pain.idiotic mr ronaldo irrittated that hell out of me by that mas advert."why u never win chelsea?why?"HAHA.i wanna be angry,yet i cant.hahaha.i used to sing the first part.now, i got suaned by the 2nd part.damn it.hahaha.i never though in a million yrs,that he wld be that crazy.seriously, never judge its book by its cover.i though he was the quiet one when i met him.haha.so so so wrong!hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MUMMY'S OUT THERE!!!!=D.my daddy got me a mother's day gift cuz im a godma now.haha.so sweet of him.my sis first mother's day.so nice.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jo,seah,rach,sa,nic,tanya,sharifah.....n all others, when are we gonna catch up???just buzz me please!!!!-bish-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chelsea was suppose to come down to spore, i jumped for joy but i think they arent anymore rite?damnnnn, frank lampard in the flesh.HOT!but the dates that they were schduled to come down just wasnt working to my schedule.so, i never thought that i would say this but im glad they arent coming down.haha.cuz it wld kill me if they came down n i cldnt make it.-STAB STAB-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e crazy thing did recently, last wkend.went to lau pa sat at 2.45am,den jas,chris,jon n i went to catch the 4.15am spiderman3.yes, AM.hahahahahaha.are we mad or what.fri "partied" till late hours den off to makan den spiderman3 at 4.15 freakin am.hahahahahaha.are we crazy or what.haha.jon n jas slept.jon just caught 10mins of it, thats it.haha.jas knocked of later on.chris n i were up.hahahaha.wen we came out, the sun was out.hahaha.cabbed home n knocked out balls.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i miss writing.haha.i have nothing else to say now, i think.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love to all.muackz.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooooooooooooooo.bought a new car.ok.bye.hehe.&lt;/span&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/14156101-9089696360128072609?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/9089696360128072609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/9089696360128072609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#9089696360128072609' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-469879896725569853</id><published>2007-04-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:30:28.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY EASTER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;REJOICE AND BE GLAD FOR GOD IS ALIVE! AMEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a FANTASTICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12mn came, i had my kfc n nasi padang. HAHA. mass, den went to Brazilia for a fab lunch. and they had a live trio band which was just too good. words cant describe them. haha. Eurasian nation. HAHA. had such a fab Easter. woo hoo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAM = pro-BRIT(blame in on my family roots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love anything Brit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love anything English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love anything to do with all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WOO HOO HOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lampard is part of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-469879896725569853?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/469879896725569853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/469879896725569853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#469879896725569853' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-222670148037413783</id><published>2007-04-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:35:25.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's Easter tmr.WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant wait to break my fast at 12mn.less than 4hrs more.WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i DO NOT want to see or even smell bread after 12mn.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a week.haha.watching the Chelsea and Spurs match as im writing this.Dad's team vs My team.HAHA.lala.Lampard is so hot.Lampard is such a hottie.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to Mass on Holy Thursday.i literally rushed down.the cabbie stopped the meter way before i reached.so nice of him.lil Blessings in my life.i love mass on Holy Thursday's.the exposure of Blessed Sacrament is just so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Firday was really nice.nice hymns.something happen after Good Friday Mass.my dad was cracking me up like crazy.haha.had to be my daddy.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to St.Joseph's for kissing of Christ and Mother Mary.so nice.every year since i was born i always go there.bumped into Mr Fed n family,den Godma,Godpa and Shaun.haha.patrician reunion for shaun n Mr Fed.HAHA.met mandy there.Emmanuel is HUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.haha.today, he was in the mood to give a show.i put my hands on him n he was moving n moving non-stop.haha.so cute la he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tan jr on the way.WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad: "His face is not propotionate. You cant even kiss him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-222670148037413783?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/222670148037413783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/222670148037413783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#222670148037413783' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-3545207993743896731</id><published>2007-03-31T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:53:47.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's april fools tmr! HAHA. omg. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna surprise mummy n take her out for a nice dinner after this. she thinks we r going to kenny rogers but we arent! HAHA. yay yay. cant wait. 1hr more. HAHA. yay yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im soooooooooooooooooooooo tired but im happy. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yest i was stressed n my heart just ached n crinched. i had to calm myself down and there is so much left to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but mandy came over yest n my darling has grown. he kicked me. haha. i cld feel his bum. so cute. -poot-. HAHA. i cant beieve it.  how time flies.  oh Emmanuel, how Godma loves you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and YOU!!! haha. i think it's best we keep our distance. i just cant freaking concentrate when YOU are around me. HAHA. bum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muackz.  &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-3545207993743896731?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3545207993743896731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3545207993743896731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3545207993743896731' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-2678261641087491236</id><published>2007-03-25T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:26:06.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im taking my eyes away from the piles of paper staring at me from the left!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAHHHH. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;friday: haha.long long day. ended really well.i shall call it, networking drinks.haha.good food.waited long for it though.haha.one hoegarden please.thank you.haha.i dnt even knoe if im spelling it correctly now.haha.and i really dont care.haha.the joke, we went on an excursion when sanjay took a wrong turn so jas,him n i ended up in yishun.HAHA.it was so funny.haha.think happy thoughts.haha.omg,thinking back,i cant stop laughing.HAHA.nice way to end a rough,rough week.there was something bout the week of 19th of march to 23rd of march which was total madness.crazzzzzy.i cldnt wait for it to end.and i wasnt the only one.there were a few ppl which agreed that the week was just....!!!!!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LET ME GET TO SOMETHING I HAVE WAITED FOR 11 YEARS OF MY LIFE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I HAD THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE WHEN I WAS SEATED. EVEN A BIGGER SMILE WHEN IT STARTED. lisa shared the same feeling.my tummy went up and my heart sank. HAHA. laura n her mummy went too. her mummy paid.she is so swt!haha.next musical, we have kaki to go.hahahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA WAS MORE THAN I EXPECTED. THE MUSIC, THE STAGE, THE COSTUMES, THE ATMOSPHERE, THE SONGS, THE VOICES, THE SETTING, THE PROPS, THE PASSION, THE PLOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i know we all know the plot but DONT EVEN COMPARE IT to watching the movie. THE TRUE ESSENCE OF IT IS IN THE MUSICAL. i cldnt believe it. i was actually there, seated in the Esplanade Theatre, in my $162 seat which i worked my butt off to pay for, enjoying it. when they sang all my fav songs, i just smiled and smiled. the curtain call, WOW. u cant imagine the reception received. i want wanna watch it again. i really do!i love the setting for the cave, the boat and mist n water was so real and flawless. i loved every single part of it. im actually speechless. i had tears in my eyes at the end for two reasons. one was, i was feeling the Phantom's pain, secondly, i was so damn happy!OH, AND THE ENDING WAS FANTASTIC.I HAVE NO IDEA HOW HE VANISHED LIKE THAT.sa and i just turned to each other with out eyes wide opened. HAHA. damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. i wanna go again. anyone????HAHAHA.IT IS REALLY A MUST WATCH.worth every single cent.you actually get more than you paid for.sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.what an evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh,mandy was just here and my darling godson/nephew kicked me so hard.his two legs went,'BOOM'.hahah, when i was holding her tummy.he was so strong.hahah.la la la.my little prince.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love me, that's all I ask of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-2678261641087491236?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/2678261641087491236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/2678261641087491236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2678261641087491236' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-2905813706277067838</id><published>2007-03-22T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RgKACHSlRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/Vq9reNEyFk8/s1600-h/Being+Five+by+George+Sfarnas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044735306413459218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RgKACHSlRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/Vq9reNEyFk8/s320/Being+Five+by+George+Sfarnas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CLICK ON IT(look up).HAHAHA. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im off this week.my days are ahead of me.on monday, i thought it was a tues. and it cant stop.i keep thinking its a friday today. weird/hectic week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;something great happened today. Thank you God.It is only possible with You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh, another death. seriously.whats with this yr. May Aunty Minnie's sould rest in peace. I know you are up there. =D. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my life clock is screwed. i need to get it back to normal. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-2905813706277067838?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/2905813706277067838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/2905813706277067838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2905813706277067838' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RgKACHSlRxI/AAAAAAAAABg/Vq9reNEyFk8/s72-c/Being+Five+by+George+Sfarnas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-276359604515903737</id><published>2007-03-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:12:30.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally went out with geri. haha. yay yay. haha. fri, rushed down to cine to catch music and lyrics. haha. hip replacements. it's a light-hearted, predictable movie. HAHA. i bought my baggggggggggggggg. oh yeah. haha. FINALLY. ive been dying for it since dec 17 last yr. haha.it was love at first sight. haha. went to heeren, kai kai here n there for awhile till we ended up chilling at paragon starbucks. so much to catch up on. haha. after 3 yrs, we finally got together. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;went back to sch on sat for the syf preview. indian rocked. haha. i hope they get gold with honours. they were FANTASTIC. saw ms a lim. haha. old sch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gonna end of with this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"IF WE GIVE SOMEONE A PIECE OF BREAD AND BUTTER, THAT'S KINDNESS, BUT IF WE PUT JELLY OR PEANUT BUTTER ON IT, THEN IT'S LOVING KINDNESS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;one word : KENNETH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/14156101-276359604515903737?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/276359604515903737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/276359604515903737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#276359604515903737' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-4015493252640302187</id><published>2007-03-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:02:30.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;make that, 6 deaths.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;uncle felix's funeral was really painful.&lt;br /&gt;my heart was aching like no other.&lt;br /&gt;im so so so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i slept early this morning with a msg ending with "glory glory man united". NIGHTMARE!!! thanks to mr ronaldo. HAHA. -bish-. stupid liv, manu game. RAHHHHH. haha. we will never stop ending this fight la. haha. well, we have a very nice bet on for the april 15th game. WAHAHA. i had an early morning so thanks to mr ronaldo, he msged me at 3.09am rgd the chelsea game. woo hoo. they won. oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. haha. he said, thanks to cech saves. its thanks to pure talent. WAHAHA. im mean. haha. i feel so mean to him. haha. ladeedum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-PORK CHOPS, POTATO SALAD, PASTA SALAD, PINK LEMONADE SNAPPLE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-4015493252640302187?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4015493252640302187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/4015493252640302187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4015493252640302187' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-8927392571839027531</id><published>2007-02-27T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/ReQhltr6ZfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xoPAdNyWyH8/s1600-h/4426489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036187215109711346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/ReQhltr6ZfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xoPAdNyWyH8/s320/4426489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/ReQhedr6ZeI/AAAAAAAAABI/4RwHLfMUipQ/s1600-h/carlingcelebPA2502_600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036187090555659746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/ReQhedr6ZeI/AAAAAAAAABI/4RwHLfMUipQ/s320/carlingcelebPA2502_600x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; CUZ CHELSEA, CHELSEA IS OUR NAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so happy for Chelsea. but it was bitter sweet cuz of what happened to JT. i was too shocked. my heart sank. but all is well now(i hope). -whew-. Lampard was hot, as usual. haha. he was breaking up the fight!-bleah-.not making it worst!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wow. 5 death. my grand uncle passed away. i went to his wake on sunday. it's really sad. they all can still joke around and say he looks like a mafia. haha. he does. haha. he looks so peaceful. haha. going for he funeral tmr. sigh. pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i caught norbit and ghost rider on sunday with sweetie. haha. miss her lots. what a blast. haha. our asses were sore after the mini movie marathon. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i caught casino royale yest. haha.yes yes, im like super late in catching that movie. haha. i enjoyed it. haha.  i really did. especially the part where he was poisoned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad:  "The fella(Daniel Craig, aka, Bond, James Bond) looks like Lampard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: "Really?" -looks closely, with a huge grin on my face-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad: "Yah, he looks like Lampard. See."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: -still looking closely-. "Eh, yah.  He does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad: "YAH, BOTH OF THEM ARE UGLY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: -i turned to him with my BIG BIG BIG eyes and looked at him. i wanted to laugh because he said it in such a manner which was cracking me up inside like mad. i looked at my mum and she just looked straight ahead controlling herself from laughing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad: "Both ugly fellas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(he meant it in a cute, funny way. HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thats my dad. it seems to me, he doesnt like ppl i like. refering to boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i love my daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thank you God for guiding me.  Please continue to guide me. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-8927392571839027531?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/8927392571839027531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/8927392571839027531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8927392571839027531' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/ReQhltr6ZfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xoPAdNyWyH8/s72-c/4426489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1717385732492757436</id><published>2007-02-22T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:57:38.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;going to mass soon. it's lent. cleansing period. Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 deaths so far this yr. and it's only feb. hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to me, while im cleansing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to cleanse my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;washing out ppl i dont need in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ppl who wanna snatch the lil things i have in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ppl who want to portray a "have pity on me, im fragile" look and play with my emotions and would literally steal my husband if they had the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ppl who still say they love me and ask me to take care but are stealing all i have behind my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you see, my life...it's pretty cool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow, without me asking, i will eventually find out your evil motives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this has been happening all my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, you see, while you think i dont have a clue about what you have done and are going to do behind me back, i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont even need to lift a finger to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just comes to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant explain how or why this happens to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, im thankful. i really am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know more than you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you are reading this and are guilty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;YOU FILL IN THE BLANKS&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muackz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1717385732492757436?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1717385732492757436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1717385732492757436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1717385732492757436' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-3747443902055682246</id><published>2007-02-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:05:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im really too tired/ occupied to type everything in detail, therefore, here comes the point forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unexpected call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hospital--&gt;everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shocked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reunion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont give a damn about you means i sit with my back facing you and i dont feel guilty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roll eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;betting with a table of patricians (HAHAHAHAHAHA) -broke even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ang pao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heart stop beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reviving a person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreaded call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uneasy feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call of truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never seen this particular someone cry this badly(I LOVE HIM!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being there for the ones I love&lt;/div&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/14156101-3747443902055682246?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3747443902055682246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3747443902055682246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3747443902055682246' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-886257520837992857</id><published>2007-02-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:48:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up suddenly at 7.30am, i cldnt swallow, i cldnt move, i felt numb all over and my head was spinning. how great. what a time to fall ill.  went to the docs at 12pm. i felt like i was gonna faint when i was on the way to the docs. u shld have seen the docs face when he took my temp. it was high, high, high. HAHA. i wanted to laugh but i was just hurting all over. i feel like a zombie. ive been uptight about somethings these days. my mind is just to full of questions. but i was talking to "mr ronaldo" (HAHA!) and dnt ask me why, i felt better. and he nags alot for me to sleep early always!!! haha. but i never seem to listen. stubborn is my middle name mr! HAHA. we're gonna continue out debate and bet over manu n chelsea soon. woo hoo hoo. i think its gonna be over prata. HAHA. we can turn so mean over this elp thing. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you know, i had a conversastion with  a good friend of mine late last month and i recall telling him, i wasnt ready for something that was happening to me. but i realised, i am. im really happy. so, why not. haha. woo hoo hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEVER IN THE MORNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEVER ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(literally, HAHA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-886257520837992857?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/886257520837992857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/886257520837992857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#886257520837992857' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-2149407000309773883</id><published>2007-02-11T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T14:06:04.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;st james power station.  bah, i wnt go back. haha. service, bleah. and the club was like a maze. all linked by a door or curtain. it was hard to find the toilet too. hahahaha. we ended up at movida. haha. the singer was hot. hahah. one for one drinks. vodka cranberry for me. haha. i didnt have dinner cuz i wasnt hungry. make that kak and i. haha. i was like oh no, half way on my second round. emprty stomach and alcohol, that aint too good. hahahahaha. but i was alright in the end. whew. haha. it was a nice causual hang out. ooooooo, lucky it was free entry before 9pm, it wouldnt be worth if i had to pay for entry. haha. i had a nice time out. haha. walked to vivo cuz we were hungry after drinks. make that me. haha. haha. macs for supper. hahahaha. cabbed back to my place. haha. questions, questions. haha. hads macs in the wee hours and kak and i were watching a movie, such a great movie at like 1am till 3am. hahah.sione's wedding. hahahah.robbie magasiva is ours. no one can steal him from us. hahaha. then were chatting all thw way till like 5.3oam.haha. we both stoned the next day wen we woke up at 1.30pm?hahaha. den we watched you, me and dupree and scoop. hahah.hugh jackman, my word. haha. haha. if this entry seems all over the place, i apologise. haha. im watching heroes while typing this. hahahaa. love to all. muackz. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, i cant stress more how i do not like 2faced people,evil people, liars, and fakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, see ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duck rockers for life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-2149407000309773883?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/2149407000309773883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/2149407000309773883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2149407000309773883' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1767190584375674361</id><published>2007-02-09T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:40.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RcwNSf3tB1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GhKk2hHgotw/s1600-h/C57645.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029409495309944658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RcwNSf3tB1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GhKk2hHgotw/s320/C57645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; MY mr sexy. i just had to post this pic. SEXYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;well, let me start by saying, God is Great and I thank God for all the many blessings that he has showered me with. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i had a blast yest. haha. kak, mama, mummy and i went out. woo hoo hoo. shopping. haha.great world city then to town. lots of walking and laughing. haha. known them my whole life. love them lots. haha. muackz. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;waiting for kak to come to my place now. mandy, andy, mandy's friend(kefri), kak and i are going out. woo hoo hoo. haha. actually its like a blind date for kak n kefri. HAHAHAHAHA. this is gonna be an interesting outing. haha. kak should probably be on her way to my place now. gonna makan downstairs then up to my place to put her stuff den we are off to st james. haha. so far, the venue is st james. haha. i cant wait. haha. i think i will be laughing like no other. hahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kak is no 3. woo hoo hoo. i have no idea how this night is gonna end. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;muackz. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1767190584375674361?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1767190584375674361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1767190584375674361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1767190584375674361' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfkzXXwpuMg/RcwNSf3tB1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/GhKk2hHgotw/s72-c/C57645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-3619336294957080484</id><published>2007-02-06T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:54:22.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;At times when ends barely meet, when the heart can no longer take anypain, And life seems really impossible, remember what the Lord said,"Before they Call, I will answer". Please read on...&gt;&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;   Isaiah 65:24&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa       Onenight I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spiteOf all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and aCrying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the babyAlive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run anincubator).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on theequator, Nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One studentmidwife went For the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool thatthe baby would Be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and filla hot water bottle. She came back Shortly in distress to tell me that infilling the bottle, it had burst(rubber perishes easily in tropicalclimates). "And it is our last hot water Bottle!" she exclaimed. As inthe West, it is no good crying over spilled       Milk so in CentralAfrica it might be considered no good crying over burst Water bottles.They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down Forestpathways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can,and Sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts.Your job is To keep the baby warm."      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with anyof The orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave theyoungsters Various suggestions of things to pray about and told themabout the tiny Baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warmenough, mentioning The hot water bottle, and that the baby could soeasily die If it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-oldsister, crying Because her mother had died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During prayer time, one ten-year old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usualblunt Conciseness of our African children. "Please, God" she prayed,"send us a Water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the babywill be dead, so Please send it this afternoon."      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, "Andwhile You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the littlegirl so She'll know You really love her?" As often with children'sprayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly Say, "Amen". I just didnot believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know That He can doeverything, the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren'tThere? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be bySending me a parcel from homeland. I had been in Africa for almost fourYears at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home.Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot waterbottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while Iwas teaching In the nurses' training school, a message was sent thatthere was a car at My front door.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda,was A large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. Icould not Open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. Wefolded The paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitementwas&gt;mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on thelarge cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored,knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled As I gave them out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy Patients, and thechildren looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed Raisins andsultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the ... Could it really be? IGrasped it and pulled it out - yes, a brand-new, rubber hot waterbottle. I Cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not trulybelieved that He Could &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, cryingOut, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly too!"Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small,beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you and give this dollyto that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"  Thatparcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my formerSunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's promptingto send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girlshad put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answerto the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Before they call, I will answer" (Isaiah 65:24). This awesome prayertakes less than a minute. When you receive this, say the prayer, that'sall you have to do. No strings attached. Just send it on to whomever youwant - but do send it on. Prayer is one of the best free gifts wereceive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Let's continue praying for one another: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Father, I ask you to bless my friends reading this right now. I amasking You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where thereis pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubting,release a renewed confidence to work through them. Where there istiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to give them       understanding,guidance, and strength as they learn submission to Your leading. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where there is spiritual stagnation, I ask You to renew them byrevealing Your nearness, and by drawing them into greater intimacy withYou.  Where there is fear, reveal Your love, and release to them Yourcourage. Where there is a sin blocking them, reveal it, and break itshold over my friend's life. Bless their finances, give them greatervision, and raise up leaders and friends to support and encourage them.Give each of them discernment to recognize the evil forces around them,and reveal to them the power they have in You to defeat it. I ask you todo these things in Jesus' name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless youboth. Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christwould do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you're not willing tomove your feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(THAT'S MY FAV LINE ABOVE ALL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-3619336294957080484?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3619336294957080484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/3619336294957080484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3619336294957080484' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-5321650025173273979</id><published>2007-02-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:02:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what goes around, comes around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what goes up, must come down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evil people will never prosper.  what's worst is when THESE kind of people use the Lord's name and preach about the LOVE of God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;false prophets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-5321650025173273979?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5321650025173273979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/5321650025173273979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5321650025173273979' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-1788119824879086616</id><published>2007-02-02T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:01:16.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I am your Creator.  You were in my care even before you were born."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;With God be my side, I have no fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;He protects me from all hidden danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;He will never let me fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;He is my refuge and strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-1788119824879086616?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1788119824879086616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/1788119824879086616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1788119824879086616' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-117007823401635584</id><published>2007-01-29T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:43:54.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;where in the world shall i start? HAHAHA. i think i have to write in point form or not, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ermmmmmmmmmmmm. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wed-240107:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hollandv with hailey love.haha.nydc.cool lil shops.wonderful time.stupid pics.haha.fun bus ride.shopping.borders.lampard.topshop.HAHAHAHAHA.thanks hailey love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fri-260107:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nyp open house.it was like an sac reunion.haha.it was madness.haha.my sandals burst.haha.at nyp.pai seh.haha.poor sa, we bought glue and she glued it back.her hands and fingers all had glue.haha.thanks sweetie!haha.but the other sides started to burst.haha.we used duck tape.haha.but it didnt work.haha.fel, i love you.haha.she saved my life. she had spare slippers in her locker!thanks fel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!what a fun train ride back with jo.haha.taking pics and i nearly took someones butt.hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat-270107:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;woke up at 5am cuz work started at 7am.i was like a zombie.this event, yanli,dom.clara,gary,pq,two other fellas and i were on it.haha. tiring. mad crowd.haha. saw alyssa and jill.haha.then i saw fifi and san.haha.den i saw kimmy and kelly.kimmy went home to tell her mummy.haha.it was so funny.saw nung and her daughter too.haha.haha.i asked glenda for time off or not i wont be able to catch mass cuz  i had work tmr as well.haha.try getting a cab illegally at 6pm+ in town.it will ver happen.dont ask me how, i had one.i was like "Thank you God." i was rushing to The Cathedral.guess who was the cabbie, Fr Tim Yeo's older bro.i was like..WHAT?haha.long story how i found out.but he was fab!!!haha.cant say who i bumped into there and where i went to makan with the person cuz of personal reasons.haha.saw alyssa along with her family there after mass.haha.had a bloddy good dinner at chijmes.haha.thanks for the treat!!muackz.&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sun-280107:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this time, work was at 9am. still tired.haha. legs were ouch!!!haha.i cant pick up calls when im working.its impossible.haha.i saw hailey under miss call.haha. then i saw her msg during like a 5min break.and i freaked out.haha.she had free tics for hoobastank concert.i was like, WHAT?i was trying not to freak out. i wanted to go for this but i was like, nah, not enough cash,so when i saw it, i was like.....jumping for joy.i called her during my short lil break and i was like...AHHHH.haha.all of us working took photos after it ended.haha.that was the fun part.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;poor hailey was waiting for me like forever for me.cuz i was working.sorry love!!!!haha.thanks for waiting for me.haha.and thanks of thinking of me.haha.met her then i wanted to change but my tee was stained with chee kweh.haha.yanli was such a dear, she bought chee kweh for lunch for teo of us to share.such a dear she is.thanks yanli!!!haha, so had to go to ps and but a shirt.haha.cuz i was wearing the event shirt.haha.carls jr for dinner and my aim was to give hailey the time of her life.her very first concert.haha.walked to fort canning.haha.we were actusally standing at the 4th row, we ended up in the 2nd row.what a view.haha.dan, chris, doug and josh.doug is hailey's. josh is mine.HAHA. my freaking boobs were grabbed by this ang moh guy.WTF!and this same guy nearly got whacked by the bf of the couple behind me cuz i think he touched some private part of his wife.stupid guy!and his freind his gf wee making out in the middle of the crowd.get a room!bahhhh.fab concert.haha.such a great concert.haha.i noticed that the band didnt run off after the concert, so i pulled hailey to the backstage area.and we waited.true enough, doug came out to sign autographs.HAHAHA.hailey was armed with the cam while i was sticking out our tics for him to sign.hahaha.i was holding both tics so he signed one and i was like the other one, the other one pls.HAHAHAHA.he signed both.haha.thanks doug!haha.den, josh came out,i was like, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!he is so nice.he singed both our tics.hahahaha.and we took a photo with him.hahahah.woo hoo hoo.den hailey and i asked him,  "can we have a hug?" he said "sure". HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.i hugged josh. hahaha. josh is mine.hahah.doug is hailey's.after that, we left, hailey's feet were hurting, i asked her to take her heels off.haha.i carried her heels.den she saw her bus.i ran to stop her bus while holding her heels.hahah.she was behind me.haha.i told the bus driver, "thank you, she injured her feet".hahahah. that was so funny.thanks hailey love for the tics and for a wonderful time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok, im dead tired.hahahaha.im going to sign off now.muackz.&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;will put up the photos soon.HEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-117007823401635584?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/241815/P1200035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/731208/P1200050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/963579/P1200050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/718694/P1200055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/445800/P1200055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LURVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THEM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUACKZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116954899775732447?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116954899775732447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116954899775732447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116954899775732447' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116938970710884093</id><published>2007-01-21T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:28:27.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;what a week.haha.thurs went to work from 6-9pm at tec for packing goodies for sat's event.we ended at 11.30pm.haha.sa came n worked this time.she liked the big conf room.i love it too.haha.tiring.haha.i think we counted marbles till thy kingdom come.went to eat supper at ABC after that.so hungry...we felt like stuffed pigs after that.haha.idiot, she kept calling me 'sua ku' that day.and in the cab, we were laughing like we never laughed before.and we were laughing about something we shldnt be laughing about.but we just cldnt take it.omg.that was such a good laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sat woke up at 6am.i nearly died.haha.i was like a zombie.haha.ive not smelt air at that time for a nong nong time.met sa at 7.15am at sing post macs.haha.brings back o level days.haha.reporting time was at 9am.we were onsite at 8.20am.haha.didnt go to waste, got working straight away.this event is considered nothing to others.haha.but it was fun.all the children.my favourites, two borthers.Emmanuel and Augstine.(HAHAHAHA).Emmanuel is like k1 or k2?and his younger bro,Augustine is 19months.omg!!!that small fella is so cute.hugs n kisses for me.yay yay.haha.and Emmanuel, such a bright boy n speaks excellent english.ovely mum n grandma too.and the mum is expecting one more.woo hoo hoo.and nicholas's kids.im in love with them too.his son, Christopher and his youger daughter Sophia.OMGGGGGGGGGGG.then pauline's Emmanuel.WOW!that fella is a joker.he was watching the show at my station,squatting down.den the camera man squatted down to film him.and he didnt move.he just shifted his eyes from the tv screen to the camera and gave such a cheeky smile!i tell u, eeteng,myself n others were all so tickled by it.cheeky fella.haha.and he is nursery?hahahahaha.shagged after the event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cab down with sa to wisma to meet j.lers.havent seen them for ages.haha.miss them lots.dinner at 4,5+ at food republic den off to macs cafe was pure randomness and crap.hahahahaha.saw dee,karen n nisha.haha.we just talked n talked n talked.haha.and lots of pics.haha.den off to far east to find a belt for jo.we all bought badges.hahaha.den off to heeren.i was super tired.sorry guys!after awhile,sa n i left.said our goodbyes at heeren at spinelli side.den sa n i made out way to the other entrace,puma side cuz we were gonna cab.and then, i fell.  flat on my back n butt. omg.i was mad pai seh but it hurt more n i was shocked.everyone just stared.sa was helpin to get up but i stopped her cuz of my back.then this fella, macho fellaa, came up n helped me and asked if i was alright.thanks!!!!to whoever u were!thank you so much!i broke my fall with my left palm.so i feel like the phantom of the opera.my life side is hurting me.left palm,left rib cage,left back,left butt cheek and left ankle.my tears just flowed.haha.poor sa, out of all the yrs that she has known me, she has never seen me fall.she was shock too.she was mad with me that i was laughing it off n tearing at the same time.sa!!!!!!!!!!!!!i love you!!!!!!!!!!!.dont worry!!!!!she called my mum today!!she actually called my mum.hahaha.poor girl.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oooooooooooooo,first day of class today.so many new kids.oh my.hahaha.but so much fun.haha.matthew!!!omg.haha.and jacob.hahaha.ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,cant wait to see them nxt wk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok,im going to lie down in pain now.penance time.haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love to all.muackz.&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116938970710884093?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116938970710884093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116938970710884093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116938970710884093' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116904070249936620</id><published>2007-01-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:31:49.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday,at 6pm, i was watching my tyra show. and i was enjoying it cuz clay aiken was on.(I LOVE HIM!)haha.his voice. woo hoo hoo. then, i had a msg at 6.07pm from kak.it read...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sam, I have an extra ticket for muse tonight.wanna come?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i nearly died.  just the previos night, i was like 'dang, i shld have bought tics for muse.' kak asked me that time if i wanted to go, i said yes but tight on $$.HAHA.so i painfully dreaded yest. but when i got her msg, i was like a monkey. haha. no one was home so i had to make a few calls. woo hoo hoo. best part, the show was at 8pm. haha. rushed down to ps to meet kak,ying n janice. free tic, woo hoo hoo. dnt wanna get anyone in trouble to so no info how i got the free tic.haha.but, "THANKS BABES!".  it was a freaking sold out concert. haha. mad guitars. mad singing. haha. sweaty ppl everywhere. hot guys, very hot guys everywhere too. haha. i dnt know how from where we stood at the beginning which was at the side, free from the crowd, we ended in the middle of them.moshing n all.haha.my foot got steped on dnt know how many times.haha.lots of jumping up and down.lots of mad dancing.lots of screaming.head bobbing.sea of ligh up lighters.haha.and i had the honour of stading in front of the this fella who was singing his lungs out which literally was bursting my left ear drum.damn loud.haha.but he cld sing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-whew-.but just too loud.haha.omg, muse. i was in awe.the drums, the guitar and base. OMG!they were so fab.on the floor with the guitar.i felt him.haha.bumped into xue ling.debbie was there but i didnt see her.haha.when i got home n i was online, stewart saw my nic n she was like 'you were there too?'.haha. i thought she was there too.but it was her friend.and she told me that he said this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;em&gt;junCti0n[No matter how much you love a person, you 'll still step away when the edge of their blood pool comes too near said:&lt;br /&gt;haha he said they are fucking awesome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA.i told her that she could say that again.they were fab.the ppl were all going mad too.haha.abang was there too.haha.i think i really needed the concert.yest was a busy,rollercoaster day.bahhhhhhhh.i learnt to say, "WHATEVER!". my sis thought me that on sunday.haha.but i say it inside of me.haha.im not that rude to say that to someone. straight to the face.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116904070249936620?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116904070249936620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116904070249936620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116904070249936620' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116888616069965690</id><published>2007-01-16T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:37:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not going to go through this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant afford for this to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fcuk.fcuk.fcuk.fcuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just tell me why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its pain you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116888616069965690?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116888616069965690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116888616069965690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116888616069965690' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116887869809651650</id><published>2007-01-16T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:31:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im like tired.but i cant sleep.bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i found myself in a weird position/situation a few mins back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, it was weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some would say, 'you nutcase!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;others would knock my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;others would stay silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;others would say 'nothing wrong what'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but im not doing wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just this weird feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its all pure innnocence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i just feel weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like i feel its either or.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could just smack myself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my tummy feels weird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my head is feeling light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sam, you goon! -bish-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant take it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there's nothing wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i feel that it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant go on like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will dig my own grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if i had to choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know who i will choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will choose......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116887869809651650?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116887869809651650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116887869809651650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116887869809651650' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116867352675065618</id><published>2007-01-13T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:32:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know, when i watch movies, hear stuff and read articles or books and all, i find a common thing regarding to love.ive been thinking bout this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when someone finds herself in a situation where she cant explain herself n how she feels for this person, she automatically thinks its love. i find that rather &lt;strong&gt;'bahhhh.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, it doesnt mean its love.why must someone always think its love when u cant explain how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know ppl say that 'love cant be described'. i agree. BUT that doesnt mean that if you cant explain how you feel for a pers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(getting bullied by mr kpo quah--BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.interupted.)haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok.back.1 hr--on going fight and helpful,funny fella.haha.where was i...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, if you cant explain how you feel for a person, it doesnt mean, its love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe, this person just showed up at the correct time in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe he has a nice character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe he treats you the way you would like to be treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe you like his trades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe you were seraching for someone like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but all this, doesnt mean, its love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you meet new ppl everyday, and u take away things you like about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that doesnt mean that if u feel something for this one person who has more good trades than others,its love cuz u tell urself,'i think its love cuz i just cant describe it'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its so....(im trying to find that word)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is such a strong word.and sometimes, it makes me sick to see that word being overused with no meaning attached to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its such a beautiful,meaningful,strong word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr quah - "u sleep", "if not ull die"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116867352675065618?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116867352675065618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116867352675065618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116867352675065618' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116792106618863734</id><published>2007-01-04T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:31:06.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant post the rest of the photos. im putting them in sequence.hahahaha.in the mean time,again,these are some phtos from 24th-26th dec 06.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/168242/Christmas2006%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/429569/Christmas2006%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; MONTEIRO.MONTEIRO.TAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/769411/Christmas2006%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/180195/Christmas2006%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SAM.MUNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/819108/Christmas2006%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/684937/Christmas2006%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SAM.MUM.DAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/891661/Christmas2006%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/230081/Christmas2006%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; SAM.MUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/813015/Christmas2006%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/858799/Christmas2006%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; SAM.CHELSEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/12527/Christmas2006%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/743731/Christmas2006%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; SAM.JARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/230799/Christmas2006%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/759080/Christmas2006%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MILTON.BELLE.KAREN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/105783/Christmas2006%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/761375/Christmas2006%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NIGEL.GABBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/133866/Christmas2006%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/794792/Christmas2006%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; NIGEL.GABBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116792106618863734?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116792106618863734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116792106618863734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116792106618863734' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116764903907706069</id><published>2007-01-01T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:57:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i literally kissed 2006 goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;full of hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new beginnings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woo hoo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think the biggest joke for me to end 2006 was.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was working on new years eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha. i used to say that ppl who work on new years eve are nuts.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i joined the club. woo hoo hoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was working for the nations countdown at vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bummer part was being sick. was down with fever, flu, soar throat and a swollen neck for the past few days.i really hecked it for yest.haha.fast forward to 11.59pm, i just recalled 2006 and i just could not wait to put everything behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us gathered together and started counting down with gurmit n all the stars...HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hugs everwhere.woo hoo hoo.welcome 2007!!!with open arms im welcoming 2007 into my life.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was happily watching the medleys by the stars,especially by julian hee cuz he is absolutely hot and cute and sexy and goegeous when jason comes up and continues to spoil my image of julian.i cant mention here cuz u know, i may get someone in trouble.haha.but i tell you, i nearly killed jason.he just wont drop that topic.HAHA.thats y, my resolution for jason for 2007 is.."it's 2007, BE NICE!".hahaha.now he says he cant wait for 2008.HAHAHAHA.funny fella.i tell you, after the party ended, we had free dj spinning and these two girls were grinding one another.the girls and i were like..OMG!cant say much bout the guys.probably enjoying the view.hahahaha.the worst part, the banglahs(is that how u spell it?..HAHA) started dancing beside them.my jaw dropped.hahaha.kelT and another fella took of their tags n joined in.i covered my face.i salute them for being so daring.hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the record, JOAKIM IS NICE AND DOWN TO EARTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.and i really dont care what the rest of the world thinks.he's a nice fella.haha.after signing out, i was gonna share a cab home with ethan,yanli and jason.we were waiting for a cab at vivo and there were hardly any cabs.jason called glenda and asked if her bf could just drop us where they were going cuz we we would have a better chance of getting a cab there.in the end, jason n ethan were hungry so we all ended up eating at tiong bahru at 2am+?haha.yanli n i didnt wanna eat, but in the end, we saw the food and the constant words of jason,"eat la...hiya...just eat la..."hahahah.so we ate.our first meals oof 2007,hor fan,fried kway teow,black hokkien mee and aloevera dessert.HAHAHAHA.yanli and i were talking about this particular topic, and hahaha.and we just could not believe ethan's and jason's response.haha.BOYS!hahahaha.when we left the shop, we all,all of a sudden felt awake.we were like,"ok..lets go clubbing now."HAHA.yeah rite..we got a cab almost instantly.when we got in, in a few mins, my eyes were closing,yanli's n ethan's were closed.haha.dunno bout jason.he was in front.haha.was reaching home n once again,jason n i were bickering.got home round 3.30am+.haha,haha.non-stop the whole day.joke rite.and till this very second, rite now, we are bickering over soccer.haha.we've been at it since i reached home early this morning and we bicker over various topics.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im off to bum around n solve the neck problem of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2007 baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116764903907706069?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116764903907706069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116764903907706069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116764903907706069' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116745937710555206</id><published>2006-12-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:11:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant seem to upload the photos from 24th dec to 26th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.for the mean time, these are the photos of Tanya's HOLIDAY,Christmas at my sis place and breakfast with lisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/390606/Christmas2006%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/860615/Christmas2006%20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; WE LOVE YOU TANYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/977328/Christmas2006%20135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/908004/Christmas2006%20135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; SAM.MEL.SHARIFAH.SHARON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/476235/Christmas2006%20141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/995324/Christmas2006%20141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; SHARON.SAM.SHARIFAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/766011/Christmas2006%20145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/148771/Christmas2006%20145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; DADDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/361056/Christmas2006%20148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/768097/Christmas2006%20148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/640538/Christmas2006%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/62268/Christmas2006%20149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/61972/Christmas2006%20152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/769818/Christmas2006%20152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANDY AND MY GODSON IS IN THERE. HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/769469/Christmas2006%20162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/731239/Christmas2006%20162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; LISA GOH!HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/730540/Christmas2006%20170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/619632/Christmas2006%20170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SAM.LISA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116745937710555206?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116745937710555206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116745937710555206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116745937710555206' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116694754108252305</id><published>2006-12-24T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T16:08:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just got back from collecting the turkey. super long. haha. this Christmas, im the assistant chef in the house. woo hoo hoo. when my sis heard, she said "Oh no.".HAHAHA.basket.im super tired.slept around 3+? and got up 8+?and ive been working my butt off.i wanna sleep.haha.i dunno how am i gonna survive this Christmas period.haha.the visitings and long happy hours.hahahaha.oh man.....it's Christmas!!!!woo hoo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ppl are gonna start arriving at my place in like 2hrs?hahahaha.i stink!HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ADVANCE TO EVERYONE OUT THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE A BLESSED AND WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPREAD THE LOVE AND JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUACKZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i hear dad calling me for a Contreau 7-Up.WOO HOO HOO.happy hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116694754108252305?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116694754108252305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116694754108252305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116694754108252305' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116653326241656486</id><published>2006-12-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:06:20.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PARENTS BOUGHT ME AN IPOD FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAD CAME WITH MUM N I LAST MIN AND THEY WANTED TO SURPRISE ME BUT THEY WERE SCARED THAT THEY MIGHT BUY THE WRONG ONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IVE BEEN WANTING AN IPOD FOR THE LONGEST TIME EVER. LONGER THAN I WANTED FRANK LAMPARD!HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THOUGH I DIED WHEN THEY SURPRISED ME AND WENT INTO THE SHOP AT WHEELOCK TO BUY IT. I REGAINED MY LIFE WHEN I SLIPPED AND LOST MY SLIPPER ON MY RIGHT FOOT.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IPOD!OH MY GOSH!FINALLY.HAHAHAHHAHAHA.IVE BEEN SAVING UP FOR IT AND WAS ABOUT TO GET IT BUT THEY GOT IT FOR ME FOR CHRISTMAS!OMG!!!!!!HAHAHAHA.JASON MSGED ME BOUT SOMETHING AND I DNT KNOW IF THIS IS COINCIDENCE OR ANYTHING, BUT HE SEEMS TO BE MY GOOD LUCK CHARM.TODAY WAS PRETY GOOD.HAHAHAH.HE IS SO THICKSKIN.HE SELF PROCLAIMS THAT PPL AROUND HIM WILL SURELY HAVE GOOD LUCK BECAUSE OF HIM!BLEAH.HAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.IPOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116653326241656486?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116653326241656486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116653326241656486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116653326241656486' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116650303208147898</id><published>2006-12-19T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:03:17.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm.where shall i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oooo, i finally went out with tay shiqi.haha.if u asked me when was the last time i saw her, i cant even answer that question.watched The Holiday.Jude Law!-faints-then we went shopping/hunting for a bag for her.from vivo to town.haha.me and vivo...HAHAHA.its becoming a love hate relationship.haha.we found her bag!yay yay!i so saw many things i liked.haha.damn.saw cyn n nic.haha.saw jane n all.so catherine.hahah.it was great to hang out with her after such a long time.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then, sunday , went out with Sa. FINALLY! haha. see la, go out with her till it rained cats n dogs. i had to buy new shoes cuz i was wearing my new shoes and i didnt want it to get spoilt and wet n all. i watched The Holiday again.hahahahahaha.and im not sick of it. Jude Law is just sooooooooooooooooo charming, sexy and hot. i mean, the movie.wow.Sa totally understood why me and the movie had a connection.hahahahahaha.she went shopping that day.bought new sandals, bag.i bought a top.i have to stop shopping.seriously.haha.went into this shop and the person reminded me of someone whom i really dnt wanna talk about. i just needed to get out of the shop.it didnt help that the fella came up to assist sa n i.eeewwww.the hair, the voice, the character were all the same.BLEAH.i thought i was paranoid, but sa felt it too.oh, best part, our lunch was standing in the middle of the pasar malam sharing a ramly burger n old chang kee curry puffs.hahaha.i had a blast that day despite the rain.haha.vila'ge for dinner.so dissapointed with the ham n cheese crepe.bleah.enjoyed my sausage though.it was just great to be out, free n not caring bout anything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;got home n caught the remaining time of the Chelsea game. I thought i had a heart attack. I prayed so hard for them to win the game.hahahahaha.my prayers came true.haha.the next second, Lampard scored.i jumped up n screamed.hahahahha.mum was so funny.when the camera was on him after he scored, i cant remember what his actions were but my mum scolded him like this, "What you?my daughter here prayed for you.hmph"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. u should have seen her. i was so tickled.and his goal was just pure talent.den drogba scored.OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i was dancing in the living room.hahahahahaha.&lt;em&gt;Blue is the colour. Football is the game. We're all together and winning is our aim.&lt;/em&gt;hahahahah.oooooooooo, this reminds me, went to Adidas with Sa and i saw this Chelsea Lampard T-shirt. i nearly screamed.it was only $39!!!HINT HINT!hahahahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ive got to go, going out with mum to get remaining christmas presents.when you come from a two side Eurasian family, Christmas is BIG!see youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.!muackz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAILEY IS HOME!!!!!!!!!!!MY LOVE IS HOME!LOVE!!!!!I MISS YOU!WE ARE SO GONNA CELEBRATE!!!!WOO HOO HOO.MUACKZ.lOVE YOU LOTS AND MISS YOU LOTS TOO.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116650303208147898?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116650303208147898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116650303208147898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116650303208147898' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116609337371866979</id><published>2006-12-14T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:49:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive got to stop waking up and being involved in such hard, deep and sometimes heated conversations.  im very tired of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how in the world can all of you pick up your legs and go and drink till you spill your guts out but you cant even extend your hand to help your own mother who is in need.  oh, how wonderful children you all are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the stupidity of the human race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just here to protect my mother from all this nonsense, stupidity and ignorance of you all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first, i beome dissappointed. then its followed by sadness, followed by anger. and that is when i turned hard as a rock.   i wont give a damn.  drop dead beside me and i wont care.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, the stupidity of the human race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116609337371866979?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116609337371866979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116609337371866979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116609337371866979' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116584675708099421</id><published>2006-12-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:19:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/157342/S6%20124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/882629/S6%20124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TANYA.ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/491628/S6%20125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/842409/S6%20125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIC!!! YOU'RE 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/896054/Tanya"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/245140/Tanya%27s%20Surprise%20Farewell%20Party%20091206%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SURPRISE TANYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/84911/Tanya"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/608694/Tanya%27s%20Surprise%20Farewell%20%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MUACKZ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/1600/50974/Tanya"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4983/1272/320/379597/Tanya%27s%20Surprise%20Farewell%20%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOO BOO AND COTTON CANDY &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where do i start...oooooooo.HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIC! haha. celebrated Nic's birthday on Friday at Hard Rock. MADNESS I TELL YOU. ahahha. theme: pink and black. haha. had a blast. i must post nic's video of getting the whole of hard rock to sing her a birthday song. hahaha. lil nic is all grown up. awwww. haha. hope u like ur prezzie nic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the next day was Tanya's Surprise Farewell party. it was all A OK untill last min changes. HAHAHA. we tried..we really did. tanya, i hope u were surprised..somewhat. HAHA. the weather was kind to us that day. haha. had a lil picnic at east coast. haha. i bought rachie her very first cotton candy. haha. our anniversary. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to mass with seah n we were shocked at the changes.  everything changed. hahaha. its been some time since i went to mass with her. hahaha. went to see mandy after that n u know what....her tummy is getting bigger.HAHAHAHAHA. i went all soft in the knees. hahaha. oh lil one, i love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How do you feel? That is the question...But I forget you dont expect an easy answer. When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes, you cant expect a bit of hope.And while youre outside looking in, describing what you see. Remember what youre staring at is me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116584675708099421?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116584675708099421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116584675708099421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116584675708099421' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116550954134542138</id><published>2006-12-08T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:39:01.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;how life can change in a split second.  i was at the highest of highs on dec 1st(which i will forever love to bits for the rest of my life) and after that, actually, after my date with my love, i was slowly but surely sinking into the lowest of the lows. it started with something which i dnt wanna talk about then other matters and issues came into the picture which were more major. my days just seemed to have gotten from bad to worst.  i cldnt take it.  i had enough. i mean, WTF! work, family and so many other things. i was like,' give me a break'! enough is realllly enough. for goodness sake, its Advent for crying out loud.  It's time for the preparation of coming of Christ and my life just seemed to be time for the preparation of the worst.  went to mass to really focus n ask the Lord to life this heavy Cross of mine which i know he has borne on the Cross for me.  at some point or other, im pretty sure, we all lose a lil of our faith n seem to slip away from Him however, He never leaves us.  Jesus really loves us. He DIED for us.  He did not and will not abandon us.  Is this period of time a question of my faith, yes it is. but im battling it.  i am and i claim that i will come out of it triumphing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so much has happened, but work wise, its settles(-prays-).  i went back yest to help. damn i miss them.haha. Chris was so funny la. hahaha. gave the guys n yee teng this new scent from versace.i was doing my work n out of the blue, this wrist came up to my nose from the back.hahaha.chris was like, "im using it!hahaha". den later on, he msged me to say he liked it. i was in the office n he msged me but later i found out he went out for awhile. haha. he bullies yee teng like mad. poor girl but she gave it to him goodn proper. went back to help kelvin n ying. stress balls.  anyway, hope that chapter is over. den i met tanya babe. woo hoo hoo. im honoured to being the first to being her to vivo. haha. SHOPPING!  i made her shop n shop n shop. HAHA. had bakerzin with her n we walked n walked n talked n talked. brought her to the sky park to check out the view n i just though back bout 1st dec. HAHA. the room for backstage we used is still standing there. haha. wen went to pac coffee to chit chat with a nice view n we got the swing chair. n we went for more shopping again. haha. it was great time spending with her. babe, if ur reading this, im always here for u k. anytime at all. n likeu said, we know we will keep in touch till we r all despite the oceans between us. haha. love u babe! n pictures pls. hahaha. cab home with tan. tired la. stress + work + alot of walking + alot of shopping + alot of talking = cab home. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hailey love is away, read her blog n i was so touched. haha. missing her lots. come back love!!!!hahahaha. we are seriously crazy. hahaha. muackz. she'll be back tmr. hahaha. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you know what, you will never change.  for that split moment i thought you had, and the widest smile appeared on my face.  and then, i realised a few moments later, you did not. and once again, you have me the happiest girl and saddest girl in such a short period of time(in seconds). oh, the horror of going through this over n over again.  when will you ever learn? when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/14156101-116550954134542138?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116550954134542138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116550954134542138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116550954134542138' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116515526879852408</id><published>2006-12-03T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:23:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;let me tell you about my life story from 22nd Nov 2006, i went back to work at TEC.haha.sometimes i think im nuts.i knoe im tired, i feel tired but i still dnt mind the long journey n all cuz of the ppl n the excitement.haha.this time, i had the opportunity to go on-site again.this time, i working with Kelvin(my buddy)hahahaha n Ying.it was at MOS this time.haha.damn good, my first time going to MOS was to work not club.haha.e event was held on the 28th of nov.one of the most tiring part about that was i worked till 1am on mon n the event was on tues. i had to be in the office early on tues(event day) to clear up things n den hurry down to MOS. damn fooking cold.haha.n it was smoke everywhere to thy kingdom come. we didnt even eat.all i had was hot cocoa for the whole day. n it was my first walkie talkie experience.haha.joke i tell u.but i always wanted to use one since my first event.cuz i found that everyone looked damn cool with it and using all black..woo hoo hoo. you got to focus wen u r using walkie.u r dealing with guests n it in your ear, u r hearing ppl calling u to do something.haha.by the end of the night, i was shagged.haha.n at the end of the night i met this fella who works together with TEC.damon, he is damn funny, lame, nice n helpful.hahaha.if i write about him, it would be a compo.hahahahahaha.damon...damon."you cant balance?there..you can what.arents u standing on both ur feet noe,ur not falling?.-.-.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i had one day of rest n i was off to work for TEC again.hahahaha.this time, it was to work for the grand opening of vivo city. this kind of event is termed is special events.ive been doing corporate events.so thursday, i went down for a briefing n walk thru cuz i was on of the head ushers.woo hoo hoo.i saw a familair face at the sky park which was the meeting place.jason.haha.den i saw kelvin, gerry n johnathan.haha.den i got to know dominic.first time for everything.n jason's fren, gq whom i worked with at MOS.myhp was screwed the whole day.bleah... thursday was a killer.the plannning/brainstorming was alright.wenli, meisan,dom n i were under show ushers while jason,gq n kelvin were fan ushers.my team, we were under gerry.she is a great team leader.the hard labour part came wen we had to wrap the whole on the amphitheatre with plastic one by one. if u go to vivo city level 3 sky park, we wrapped everything in case of rain.i had to leave slightly early cuz i wanted to buy me parents dinner.hahahah.they met kelvin.i cldnt stop laughing.haha.brought them to fish n co glass house where tanya babe was working.woo hoo hoo.hahaha.good recommendation for dessert.haha.thanks babe.i had a real bad blister at the end of the day.cldnt wait for event day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i was just waiting for dec 1st to come.vivo city grand opening!!!!!!!!woo hoo hoo.on walkie's since we arrived boy.10 different scenarios we went there.gerry had prepared everything-colour coded.haha.perfect weather(pre lanch,post launch,fireworks,food rep,stef sun,post stef suc).HAHAHA.n the same for wet weather.wet weather plan was the worst.we were all just praying for perfect weather. first thing we did was wrap those benches where the plastic came off.dom n i were wrapping them..almost done when it started to pour.we scrambled for our lives trying to help wenli finish up n we ran backstage.we just looked at the sky.damn!!!!the other ushers were gonna arrive at 1pm den gerry was gonna brief them n divide them into our teams.dom n i cldnt stop laughing as gerry was going thru the 10 scenarios with them.poor thing, their look on their faces.hahahahaha.kelly or glenda was saying they will test them later.hahaha.jokers.haha.but i think the ushers face fell abit.hahaha.ying was dangling $50 at the back to me cuz she owed me $50 from the MOS event.hahaha.dom n i were just chilling den i saw jason.he looked stressed n he also looked like kelvin's PA.hahahahaha.poor guy was hungry.hahahha.i had 4 guys in my team.my macho men.hahahahaha.cut the long story short, the rain cleared like 1 hr before the event kicked off.all of us were on our knees to clear the plastics n the water on the seats.had the cue on walkie, "sam,dom..put ur ushers in place."hahaha.show time. had a prob with the seating which turned quite chaotic but it was controlled at the end.den dom came up to me,"where's the towels?".guess what...someone puked red wine.dom n i went to clear it up.the smell.WOAHHHHHHHHH.hahaha.n guests were in already.MADNESS!!!then..the show started woo hoo.den halfway walkie again,"sam,dom,standby for rain during show".which is actually the one of the worst scenarios.dom n i looked at one another n ran as discreetly as possible to inform out teams.this song came on,which i love cuz if the music bed bed beat.dom n i were seated right on top n we started bobbing out heads up n down.HAHAHAHAHA.den the rappers came out n started rapping n they were sayng,"wave ur hands in the air,like u just dont care".HAHAHAHAHA.n dom put his hand up.i just covered my face with the clipboard.hahahahaha.in the end, it didnt!Praise God.haha.so time to usher ppl out to watch the fireworks.has some probs but whatever.just smile n let it go.haha.so the amphitheatre was cleared den the sky was litted up.dom, i n the ushers sat in the amphi which was cleared n we had the best view of the fireworks.it was FOOKING NICE.they had fireworks which looked like lil parachutes coming down.sooooooooooo nice.then,fireworks shot out from all around us.360.my head just spinned 360.one of the best moments of my life.hahaha.i promised my team that they will watch it n i kept my promise.haha.raymond looked like hailey's gab.i have no idea how many time i called him gab.hahaha.den show time again,usher vip's into Food Republic.i finally got to meet Sanjay officially.we see each other all the time,wish each other but never had the time to officially introduce ourselves.hahahaha.he is really nice.so time for stef sun's show.hahahah.it brought me back to those days wen ppl were handling concerts that i went too like...some boybands.hahaha.this time i was handling them.hahaha.change of roles.jason was so funny.hahahahahaha.i asked if he was a stef sun fan.hahaha.he said,she is known for singing off key so he rather go home n listen to her cd.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i was happy wen she sang 'yu jian'!i really like that song.embarassing but true.sec 4 days.hahahaha.dom laughed like mad wen i told him about me attending westlife concerts.hahahahaha.embarassing.he just laughed n laughed.hahaha.raymond got to meet his ex idol.so he must be a happy boy.man.hahahaha.everyone was all smiles at the end.it was all over n it was great.i thanked my team,raymond,keith,yong hao n jun.i dnt know y the show ushers n fan ushers sat separately.hahahah.jason vs dom n i.hahahaha.WAR!!!i dnt y i kept arguing with jason the whole night.hahaha.(STUPID FIGHTS).hahaha.funny fella.look quiet but can argue back.hahahahaha.den we all went on stage n took photos.everyone say,"VIVO!!!!!!!!!!".HAHAHAHAHAHA.the feeling was great.hahaha.den dom n i were like, we r on the same stage as stef sun.hahaha.take it all in.i took the chance of waving at the empty amphi while i was on it.hahahahahahah.madness la.jason's friend is really nice.i cant remember her name.she calls me little girl.hahahha.she is damn nice.she looks younger then me but she is older than jason.hahahaha.got paid on the spot.hahah.aunty mag's hubby was gonna send dom n i home.yay!hugged goodbyes with TEC staff.so sad,Chris,Kelvin,gerry,meisan,wenli,jacq,n a whole lot more.hahaha.dom n i were desperate for a drink.didnt drink for hours.dom was more thirsty than i.gave him to finish my drink-i cldnt finish it anyway.haha.poor boy.went over to harbourfront den i saw jason quing.said out bye byes n got my life home.dom was singing paris hilton in the cab.hahahahah.funny guy la.msged jason to apologise..hahaha..but..nvm..long story,we both were joking bout something.hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;what a blast i had. i wanna rewind timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!it's really tiring but it the end result,WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everybody say, "VIVO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;went out with my hailey love yest.tired but i was soooooooooooooooooo looking forward to go out with her.woo hoo hoo.went shopping.ahahahaha.took pics n had a fab dinner.hahahahah.dates with hailey love are always excting.gonna miss my hailey love so much.hailey love.........YOU LOOKED FAB!!!HAHAHAH.N IM GONNA MISS YOU.THANKS FOR A FAB DATE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!MUACKZ.&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you God for showing me that the world is not such a bad place with people like these in my lives just when I thought that the world was full of insensative,cunning and 2faced liars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116515526879852408?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116515526879852408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116515526879852408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116515526879852408' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116455684869900325</id><published>2006-11-26T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:00:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so F up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so agititated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so fed-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna shout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna strangle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna punch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116455684869900325?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116455684869900325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116455684869900325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116455684869900325' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116377009434002399</id><published>2006-11-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:30:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So pick me, choose me, love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your subtleties, they strangle me.I cant explain myself at all.And all that wants.And all that needs.All I dont want to need at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The walls start breathing. My minds unweaving. Maybe it's best you leave me alone.A weight is lifted. On this evening,I give the final blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When darkness turns to light,It ends tonight.It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A falling star,Least I fall alone.I cant explain what you cant explain.Your finding things that you didnt know.I look at you with such disdain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now, Im on my own side.It's better than being on your side.It's my fault when your blind.It's better that I see it through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All these thoughts locked inside.Now you're the first to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116377009434002399?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116377009434002399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116377009434002399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116377009434002399' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116325372050406230</id><published>2006-11-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:02:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so sad leaving TEC. -sniffs-. lets see if i get the next on site job.-prays-. joyce hugged me when she was leaving. mr liu wished me all the best. and i think what was one of the saddest moments was saying bye to Chris. haha. he's is one big joker. haha. im gonna miss him hin disturbing me wen i make up. haha. no one to disturb me. bahhh. he didnt even know it was my last day till the end. haha. we had a good talk that day. good timing, no calls came in. haha. he gave me advice. and helped me thru this dilemma of mine.  it was even more sad when we hugged goodbye. =( . we'll keep in touch.-prays-. haha. i was having a really bad headache so i planned to take a cabbie home at 6pm...THEN...wahahaha, i worked till 1am the next day-straight. dig that. 1am!!! i worked with wenli. poor girl, she came from on-site and we worked on the work for the next day.  headache or no headache, i worked. haha. i did take a cab home, claim from co. haha. i was dead the next day. haha. i cldnt even open my eyes. if i had an event to run, i could have cuz my mind would be awake but i didn't so i totally shut off. haha. the team and the ppl there are great. all of them i got to know in such a short period of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this dilemma of mine. i saw it coming but i didnt know it was going to be this tough. it's great knowing people like chris, wenli,glenda,serene,gerry. they have given me great insight which is helping me alot. even with all that, im still somehow lost. then i recalled a conversation i had with charles. i don't know why that conversation is stuck in my head. maybe, it's a bold, striking heading which is helping me through this decision time. and it's true what he told me. "we never know what we want. no one can decide for sure what he/she wants to be". somehow, that conversation gave/gives me hope, light, determination. i know ppl will talk if i do make a decision to go for it but i think back to what Charles told me and i see whats happening around me, i think i won't regret it. as tough as the process may be, perseverance, focus and determination will get me through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116325372050406230?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116325372050406230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116325372050406230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116325372050406230' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116264996793257341</id><published>2006-11-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:33:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;blog oh blog.haha.my life has been like a tornado. haha. ive been with TEC for over a month now. i cant believe it.im gonna try to sum up what has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally got to go out with my beloved hailey. we went to vivo last weekend.hahaha. i has such a blast with her.its been forever since i went out with her.miss her lots.caught The Guardian.-sniff sniff-.haha.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAILEY SMITH AND SAMANTHA LAMPARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; + Dior.-dont burst out bubbles.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went Raya visting with the whole grp.haha.i love bas.haha.she n her darlin picked me up.i love cars.haha.all of us used 2 cars n went around from house to house.so fun.haha.i bought damn makan near my place.how un-glam.everyone was dressed up and i brought them downstairs.haha.i didnt have any food for them at my place.haha.my place soon k..haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i ran my first event.full of ups and downs. but he, what isnt? i was super late for mass for obligation day and after mass, i went back to work. i got home st 12mn and by 7am i was at The Rtiz Carlton as it was the event day. My eyes were so heavy. i was super tired. all dressed up and it was a really up scale event, all the BIG SHOTS. it was a real experience. but all of us were all smiles!!! i love the team i worked with. wen the reg finished and everyone was in the ballroom, all of us just had a quick bite at the breakfast. haha.the spread was unbelievable. den i snucked into the ballroom during a performance-stunt performance.it was sick-as in the guy cld bend bones i never knew i had.haha.jason was telling me after the event that this stunt fella has performed here before.haha.jason was half dead by the end of the event.haha.we all were.haha.to see the event come alive after your hard work is more than rewarding plus to hear ppl say to u, "hey, itsnt the even working published in the papers.its huge,so much publicity." woo hoo!!! haha,after the event, packed up all the set ups and the team just talked for awhile n Chris was crackin eveyone up so badly.hahahahaha.I think i was tearing, funny fella.haha.sick jokes i tell you.super sick. and he called me crazy for loving this line of work.haha.went to marina square to makan.winnie,glenda,wenli and were standing in the middle of MS decidin was to eat and my feet were killing me.stupid didnt prepare proper shoes to use so i used my mums and i was too big.so i stuffed tissue paper in it.so thruout the event, my toes were squashed.i didnt even sit down for a second.PAIN!!!!.winnie decided n we had jap food.haha.it was nice.haha.den wenli n i went back to work.if i taught that i had 4 hrs sleep n it was bad.she was worst.she left the office at 1am and was at The Ritz at 5.30am.i cldnt wake up for work the next day.hahaha.but i wasnt late.hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;if only time wasn't against us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116264996793257341?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116264996793257341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116264996793257341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116264996793257341' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116167227547873780</id><published>2006-10-24T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:44:35.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went to work yest with a heavy heart.  throughout the whole journey to work, i hated myself.  i just felt that i could not leave my parents alone today to deal with what was going on.  when i reach my office builfing lift, i was feeling worst.  till now, i can't explain that feeling i felt.  i went to the office, i sat in front of my comp and just stoned for 10 secs before i decided to sms my supervisor to say that i needed the day off.  i told her that i was in the office already but needed to take off due to family matters.  i think i pratically flew out of the office.  i saw my bus coming and i ran like no other.  i had to catch this bus becasue firstly, it takes forever for my bus to come and not say my ride home is 30 mins.  my ride home can be up to near 2 hrs at times.  got home and what a day it was.  no regret leaving the office because i will never forgive myself if i had not left.  i would rather lose my job then not to be there with my parents.  my mind seems not to be with me these days.  i dont think right and sometimes, i feel like im losing it.  the worst part is that i cant explain why im feeling this way.  or am i scared to say why.  and it sucks to be going through this alone.  i dont show how im feeling cuz i dnt wanna be a burden to anyone else.  confused about what im rambbling about?  that's exactly how im feeling.  no one can understand this problem.  no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116167227547873780?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116167227547873780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116167227547873780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116167227547873780' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116152702559399340</id><published>2006-10-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:23:45.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHELSEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOO HOO HOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a happy happy girl.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, fri i had the opportunity to relief front desk for half a day.and i have new found respect for front desk people.i seriously do.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chris burn songs for me.oh yeah.im a happy girl.he has like 10 000 songs in his i tunes.hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you give me something, that makes me scared alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116152702559399340?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116152702559399340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116152702559399340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116152702559399340' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116117898073653792</id><published>2006-10-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:43:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no idea why i cant upload the photos from lisa's confi.hahaha.but when i can, i will.  went for lisa's confi on sat at Christ The King then we proceeded to Bersano's for a post celebration.not bad, my first mini event held and it went smoothly.hahahah.immmmmmmmmmmm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tireddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.  but im gonna wake up for the chelsea vs barce game at 2am later.-prays-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;which part of fook off/scram/go away/shoo! dont your understand????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116117898073653792?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116117898073653792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116117898073653792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116117898073653792' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116040472546406278</id><published>2006-10-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:35:38.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am exhausted!!!i was completely stoned today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me + office work = never happened before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me + office work = WEIRD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the bus ride up, bum pain. i slept today.first time.haha.i mean, ive never had an office job before. all ive done, waitressing and teaching. now, i sit on my ass, face the comp, deal with clients, pick up calls, make calls, sent emails, sent faxes, reply to my voice mail.OMG!my eyes hurt!haha.but it sure is an experience. meet lots of ppl too. nice ones and etc. joyce is so nice. she went for to watch russel peters. i could have but i could not cuz of commitments(argh) so first thing this morning, she saw me and passed me a dvd on him.hahaha.i smiled like no other.WEEEEE.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chirs is the funniest guy ive met. OMG!!! hahahaha. that day he was moaning round the office for coffee, the next day was about his lunch, today was about an email he received with disturbing images.hahahahaha. and i get bullied for every lil thing i do.hahaha. im sitting down at my desk doing my work during lunch time, he comes and questions me in such a manner that...hahahaha.i cant explain. he is really a clown. hahahahaha. i wanna take something from the printer, i get suaned by him.hahaha.my every action n move gets picked on.hahahahaha.funny fella.hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was dead by the end of the day. in the bus, i just stoned. i wasnt aware of anything that was happening except one thing which im stil l thinking about(hmmmmm). i was really tired. i was sleeping with my eyes open. new clients to deal with. plus the previous ones plus the errands. -covers eyes-. oh well, but everyday, i learn something and i get to interact with the clients n all. n im workin in a company which i would like to work with next time. so its all pretty cool.not forgetting, i get to crap with stef also.hahaha.and not forgetting chris.hahahahahaha.i have no idea what tmr holds for me.but hey, that's the wonder of life.haha.&lt;strong&gt;i love all of us! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words fall out of my mouth and I can't seem to trace what I'm saying. Everybody wants your time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm just dreaming out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't have you for mine and I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just wanna watch you shine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tripping up on my tongue, it's all over my face and I'm racing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gotta get away from you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Burning all the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try to put it to bed but it chases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every little thing I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the light falls on your face, Don't let it change you When the stars get in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let them blind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're beautiful just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I love it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every line, and every scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I wish that I could make you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is where you ought to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come down to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spell it out in a song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bet you never catch on to my weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm singing every word for you. Here I'm thinking I'm sly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you're catching my eye, and just maybe, you're thinking what I'm thinking too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Words fall out of my mouth And I can't seem to trace what I'm saying Everybody wants your time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm just dreaming out loud, I can't have you for mine and I know it I just wanna watch you shine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you see it on my face, don't let it shake you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know better than to try and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take you with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i mean every word and feeling from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116040472546406278?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116040472546406278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116040472546406278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116040472546406278' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-116005365580328058</id><published>2006-10-05T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:07:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yest, i knew that the news of the 4 singaporeans who had met with an accident in perth during a fishing trip was HUGE.  there were four of them.  after the accident, there were two survivors, one died and the other is missing.  one of the two survivors is my cousin.  i was shocked to find out, and i am still in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;God Is GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-116005365580328058?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116005365580328058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/116005365580328058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116005365580328058' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-115997966777244356</id><published>2006-10-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:34:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/ClarkeQuay300906%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/ClarkeQuay300906%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sat nite was fun.haha.tan,nic,sa n i ended up at clarke quay amalfi(i think).italian restaurant.the trio guitarist cum singers..WOW.they were great.it was great company with a non stop laughter marathon.the old days.HAHAHAHA.i cldnt even remember things i did last time.thanks to them i was reminded of my oh so -smack my face- past.haha.dnt we all go thru that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chris moans for coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-115997966777244356?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115997966777244356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115997966777244356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115997966777244356' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-115960669334033660</id><published>2006-09-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:58:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/Outing290906%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/Outing290906%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/Nokia%20235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/Outing290906%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/Outing290906%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 3 weeks, i didnt know if it was day or night or even the date. i dnt know wad emails ive replied or those that i have not. hahaha.but, i survived! YES! what a roller coaster ride. im glad im off it but im glad to say goodbye to my lil ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sat!!!HAHAHAHAHA.here sa n i went to the courts to play badminton thinking we could.hahaha.but the courts were all booked.hahahah.so we ended up swimming.hahaha.we didnt exactly swim.haha.we talked n talked n talked n talked.hahaha.and played like mad. talk about stress therapy.haha.anyway, sa came up with such a fab idea.hahahah.she wanted to a race in the pool but it had nothing to do with swimming.her race was to kneel on the floor of the swimming pool with ur hands up and see who could reach the finishing line first.HAHAHAHAHA.i dnt think i laughed hard in a long time.hahahahaha.2 idiots havin a race like that in a public pool.hahahah.mad fun that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my hailey love on thurs, after my last day of prac and shiny came too.hahahaha.we caught john tucker must die.a chick flick.that was the perfect movie to watch after hectic weeks.ahahahah.shiny didnt really wanna watch it but 2 against 1.HAHA.but i think she ended up laughin the most during the movie.hahaha.went to shop.WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.bought a top from topshop.haha.3 of us were trying on clothes in zara in one changing room.hahahah.that was funny n crazy.haha.billy bombers for dinner was mihty fine.i was shagged that day, i was just lying in hail after that.haha.i looked drunk n felt drunk.haha.im blessed to have wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, ive got to get ready to meet nic,tan n sa.haha.and i have no idea where r we going.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Invitation only grand farewells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crash the best one, of the best ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-115960669334033660?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115960669334033660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115960669334033660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115960669334033660' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-115850611403146714</id><published>2006-09-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:15:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/ClubMomo150906%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/ClubMomo150906%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/ClubMomo150906%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/ClubMomo150906%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/ClubMomo150906%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/ClubMomo150906%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/ClubMomo150906%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/ClubMomo150906%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, oh friday. i cldnt wait for friday. haha. went to Club Momo with hailey. the traffic jam was madness just to get down there. we went to supprt her gab in the Mr n Ms Vogue competition. haha. we were late but wen we got there, it didnt even start.haha. gab's frens are nice.haha.especially guan. the stories hail told me bout him.HAHAHA. so cute n hilarious. well, it didnt start yet, so the whole grp went to get a seat. guan saw seats, sat himself down by himself and bounced to the music by himself.HAHAHAHA. hail n i juz smiled n laughed.hahaha. the competition started n its been months since i saw gab.hahaha.all the support from his friends behind him. i counted, 9 guys and 4 girls. it was a pretty amusing competition. haha. the one liners were like -dots-.one of the girl contestants said this wen asked why she should win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I like you BIG and JUCIY. you know, you know." -gives cheeky eyebrow and smile-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tempted to shout, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Yah. Carl's Junior Burgers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA. it was pretty funny what the contestants had to come up with. but i salute them for having the guts. hahaha. hail n i agreed that gab should have gotten mr personality. but its ok. he did his best. some stupid idiotic fella spilled his beer on my skirt wen he tripped. oooooooo...i saw red. plus, i was wearing a white skirt.ARGH. but i enjoyed myself that night. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hail, if ur reading this, we will go out after all this stressed up period aites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-115850611403146714?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115850611403146714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115850611403146714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115850611403146714' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-115788962253387432</id><published>2006-09-10T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:11:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I STOLE THE FIRST 3 FROM TAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/oldschoollovin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/oldschoollovin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/birrrrthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/birrrrthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/allover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/allover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/1600/Jaz"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4983/1272/320/Jaz%27sBdayParty090906%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me try to describe jaz's party yest in ONE word. &lt;strong&gt;GRINDING&lt;/strong&gt;! ahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dnt know where to start.lots of dancing.hahahaha.DIRTY DANCING! hahaha. it was darn fun.we danced till it turn into a workout.hahaha.all hot and sweaty.sounds sick?dnt think so far.sa,tanya,nic n i didnt think it was gonna be that much dancing.hahaha.n we had to change partners wen jaz shouted to change,but.hahaha.we just danced the night away.-sort of-wad rocked for me was that i had my personal fav songs to dance too,n it was all played.HIGH ON LIFE!nothing else.hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---tanya,if ur reading this,let me tell u of wad i dreamt of after the party in my sleep.hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---nic,im sorry i punched you during the multi shots.HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,i cldnt get up.hahaha.i was knocked out.hahaha.but i survived.met sa n we went to airport to makan Swensen's.is that how u spell it?haha.im officially a fish.[inside joke].but yeah,its official.she's my cow n im her fish.hahahah.wen to shop abit at changi airport.sa bought a nice bods white tee.off to expo to see jo. n rach.basket, look for them in the book fair,but they were at the food fair.sa n i nearly punched ppl.so irritating wen they juz hit u n all.ARGH!den we went back to the airport.hahaha.n stoned n talked a whole lot of crap.i dnt know how much fights we had today.hahaha.so much bickering.hahahaha.damn tired but had a whole lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Im bringing sexy back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Them other boys dont know how to act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think its special, whats behind your back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So turn around and Ill pick up the slack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-115788962253387432?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115788962253387432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115788962253387432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115788962253387432' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08927508852842736075</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14156101.post-115763761109687314</id><published>2006-09-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:00:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the sound of your voice which lingers by my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the voice which comforts me through all this madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;those arms which embraces me tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the feeling of security, which makes me believe that everything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the touch of your fingers running through my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feeling all your love for me through your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that warm and gentle kiss from your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so sweet and so pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hours spent lying by one another caught up in our own time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your skin brushing against mine, locked up in eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you make me feel that no harm could ever come near me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that you would always be here, right by my side, to protect me from this crazy and wicked world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you share my sorrows, joys and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the man who lifts my spirits far and way beyond heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the man who isn't afraid to show his love for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the man who has lips of an angel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the man who loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14156101-115763761109687314?l=themasqueradeparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14156101/posts/default/115763761109687314'/><link 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