<?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-12214860</id><updated>2011-10-11T17:37:28.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black High Heels of Euphoria</title><subtitle type='html'>Currently using this blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-6251449922065460057</id><published>2007-10-26T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:07:42.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>Catch me at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blackhighheels.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-6251449922065460057?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6251449922065460057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=6251449922065460057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/6251449922065460057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/6251449922065460057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2007/10/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-114235041213494878</id><published>2006-03-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:10:35.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackhighheels has Moved On...</title><content type='html'>I have used the time off to do something more constructive like setting up a new blogsite. I love blogspot, but it's just time to move to somewhere new. Anyway the archives are getting too many and too messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So visit &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blackhighheels.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  for future updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-114235041213494878?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/114235041213494878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=114235041213494878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/114235041213494878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/114235041213494878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/03/blackhighheels-has-moved-on.html' title='Blackhighheels has Moved On...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-114045200923761162</id><published>2006-02-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:59:49.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's worth it</title><content type='html'>Now that I am on a diet+exercise regime, everytime I eat something or am tempted to eat something sinful, I wonder to myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, I almost wanted to take the lift down,walk across and then get myself one curry puff from Old Chang Kee to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought to myself...is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the effort I've gone through to lose that 3 kilos or so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't buy it in the end. Hahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last Saturday, I bought Ash dinner at a nice French Restaurant near my place. Vis-avis! My favourite french place....well one of my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to cast all the dieting shit aside, for this dinner...sorta like a make-up V-day celebration/gift from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you should try there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting. We kena banished to the corner. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any butter to go along with the warm bread. Whoever eats that whole piece is committing diet-suicide man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have this drink...but didn't try it. Quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a purple top, purple necklace with purple shoes! WHahhha, so matchy! Like Liz! My top very low....I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash ordered the set, while I had the ala carte menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His starter. Some liver pate thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhehehehe, I ordered the sinful goose liver. Foie gras! Two times in a week! Shit! I am committing diet-suicide lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THE OIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peach on the side! Very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pigeon...inside got somemore foie gras! Alamak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mountain! The potato....mashed inside and hard and crunchy on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foie gras is inside!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash had the grouper. I have never eaten such chewy fish before. Also yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chocolate torte. Peach ice-cream on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oozing out coffee and chocolate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peach ice-cream had chocolate as a shell(or peach skin lookalike) and the ice-cream inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash's set dessert. Some banana + vanilla ice-cream + chocolate soup. HAahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter gave us more chocolate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00469.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The waiter was like,"Oh chocolate is very good for the heart. And a aphrodisiac...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave the look. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was SOOOOOOO good man....the chocolate was deliciously sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dessert! On a spoon! A little banana, a little choco+coffee thing and a little cold, sour and sweet peach ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like shit here...but tastes heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. Double me! My hair is so flat. Didn't have time to blow it....Ash was early for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask,"Was the dinner worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel guilty at all. Felt happy and powerful! (Maybe its cos of the chocolate and coffee also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sassyjan's birthday party at MOS the day before! Wah, it's my first time there and it's really big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't too keen on such over-hyped places, cos I am like old and lazy. Left for devilsbar at like 11plus. I am so AUNTIE! But I like it there somehow....so comfortable with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am in the picture....but my face cannot really be seen. Which is a good thing also...scully I look ugly inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try finding my name! Janice did a good job labelling and mosiacing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/Untitled-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired now lah. Nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-114045200923761162?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/114045200923761162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=114045200923761162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/114045200923761162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/114045200923761162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-its-worth-it.html' title='Because it&apos;s worth it'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-114010620711379269</id><published>2006-02-17T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:06:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Not Romantic</title><content type='html'>I hate the parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate strolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the sun, and probably the sunset too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Calvin that he and his date were at East Coast Park yesterday for Valentine's Day and it was crowded with couples. There was always a couple at every single corner or space over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a diary or something? How come EVERYBODEEE is telling me what they did for Valentine's Day? They'll msn/call me and like,"Hey I did this this this this this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With full sordid details. In my opinion, that's too much information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then out of politeness they go,"So how is yours?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they go,"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they never come back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe nobody really wants to know what I did for Valentine's Day....maybe everybody knows that I am not romantic and it'll be one of those posts with lots of food or crappy shopping stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sidetracking abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY stand by this &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/01/youll-never-know-who-youll-bump-into.html" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I expect to bump into an almost-ex today during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is an almost-ex because we sort of dated a few times but we never ended up together or anything. And he's the kind of guy that from the beginning you know that you are heading for doom if you go any further. Eventually we lost contact(or was it deliberate...hmmm)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda walked past him and our eyes caught each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot his name....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaa, so I continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know....today I looked better than I was 3-4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know....today he looked much worse than he was 3-4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so you never know who you'll bump into the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Liz! She got 2-3 bags of cosmetics in her handbag. Siao bo! Like going make-up camping or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 1! But I seldom touch up my makeup, unless I'm trying to conceal something. Usually I just make sure I am made-up properly before I go out and so ultimately I only just need to bring powder and my favourite lip gloss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I mentioned that I will not go near the makeup counters anymore...but the attraction is just TOOOOO strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got these 2 last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the pinkish one, and that's Sugar Rose. I am about to finish my current one, so I thought I should just go buy another. Hhahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dior Lip Gloss is nice, but a bit too MUCH for me everytime I try to apply it with the wand. But this Estee Lauder one is JUST nice when I apply it. Not too thick and not too thin.&lt;br /&gt;It came out on Women's Weekly top beauty buys....I bought it when it first came out last year and I have never looked back since. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, my Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers came early for V Day. I had a surprise on Monday while at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receptionist called me to go down to collect something, and I sorta knew what it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to make your girlfriend happy, one way is to send flowers to the office. The bigger the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a gesture of love on your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to let your girlfriend hao lian a bit in front of her colleagues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see big bouquet of flowers they'll go, "Wah from your boyfriend ah! So sweeeett!! Etc etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face also bigger wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, you have announced your status in the company also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys who were thinking of dating your gf also step back 3 steps....hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is ridiculous. Shall stop ranting about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, so got a bouquet of red roses with a balloon on Monday. I think mine was seriously the biggest in the level. Most of the people are married(married people seldom care about such days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday(the day itself), he took me out for lunch at a Turkish Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Turkish Restaurant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some baked oysters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lamb thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some beef kebab. The bread is absolutely wonderful! So nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crepes for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at Robertson Walk I think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally didn't expect the food to be so nice. It's beside Sketchers if I am not wrong....will definitely go there for lunch again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went for our Teppanyaki dinner at Shima. This Jap restaurant at Goodwood Park Hotel. I went there &lt;a href="http://exquoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/desperate-clubbers-after-weeks-of.html" target="_blank"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;. It's in the old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the MATSUSAKA BEEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I also didn't know what it was, but Ash said that it's hell expensive for one small piece of beef, so I guess it's one of those foie gras thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken got liver, Duck got liver, Goose also got liver. But the way of rearing the goose is different so it's more expensive loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for the beef. You can read more &lt;a href="http://net70.itspy.com/english/fame.htm" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Vday set with Australian Beef is 100/pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you change the beef to Matsusaka...it becomes 200/pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never eat before so better try it before Ash changes his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the amount of beef I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really don't know how to appreciate good stuff. I thought it tasted like fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that this time, it's real meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat that tastes like fats. HAhaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff we ate....which might also be in the old post too. But since I took the pictures, I may as well post them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In no particular order.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobster Sashimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon Sashimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chef is preparing the lobster. We had half cooked and half sashimi mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempura. (Look at the seafood I am eating! My skin is breaking out now loh. But never mind, it's still worth it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sake in the lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking the goose liver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay can eat liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one! Look at all the oil man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lobster/crab soup!? Eat until blur liao....think it's snow crab lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char Peng. Fried rice! With loads of garlic. They obviously don't realise that people will kiss and all after the dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me OSIM UZap and I got him nothing. Felt really bad. Guess I'm going to either get him something nice or bring him somewhere nice to have dinner this weekend. Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples were walking in town with flowers or bears or nice paper bags in their hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash and I were walking side by side, with UZap in his hands. It's so obvious that it's Uzap because of the packaging and colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny and thoughtful that he got me this, because I NEVER used the iTango from OSIM he got me last Christmas even when he said it would be more effective than the Uzap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he didn't know what to get me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I lose my jewellery ever so often&lt;br /&gt;2) I already have a working iPod&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't like cutesy stuff&lt;br /&gt;4) I seem to have everything I need at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only don't have uZap. And I am constantly obsessed about my weight. Just joined a gym even....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha so I am quite happy with the gift even though he might actually hint that I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of me because I looked damn kok and tired as I was overworked and sick that couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah so tired. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will reply mails tomorrow I guess. It's 1230am now! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you know me? Try &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Lee+Evelyn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-114010620711379269?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/114010620711379269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=114010620711379269&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/114010620711379269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/114010620711379269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-not-romantic.html' title='I Not Romantic'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113932682115282778</id><published>2006-02-07T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:12:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>That's what I'll blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in pieces....many pieces. I got bits and pieces to say about the past few days of my life, and I am excited about tomorrow's company dinner(got buffet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss drove away the Monday Blues by giving the department a treat(not many lah, only 3) for Chinese New Year. I have already Lo Hei-ed 4 times to date, and the record will be 5 tomorrow cos of the company dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Lo-Hei. I like the whole platter of vegetables and sour plum sauce. If I could have my own, I'll just have the crispy thing, the sour plum sauce, carrot slices and a truckload of salmon sashimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very weird when it comes to conversations. Either I don't say anything much(to people I don't know or am uncomfortable with) or I say ridiculous things/inappropriate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss spoke in those very grateful and happy tone, "I try to go home on time everyday to see my children. It's especially heartwarming and nice to open the door and see my daughter crawling towards me and reaching out her hands to ask me to carry her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to join the conversation....you know...trying not to be so shy and quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Mussel(my dog) also stand up and reach out his arms to ask me to carry him. It's a very nice feeling too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really what, my sweet dog does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I really blurted that out, I wonder what would my boss think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's not sensitive, it's still alright....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he is those sensitive, meow type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might think that I am comparing his daughter to my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HWhahahahah, whatever it is, I am glad I didn't blurt that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rather vexed these days because I can't find my facial cleanser at Watsons Takashimaya, Clementi, West Mall, Raffles Place....I tried Guardian and Sasa but still cannot find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using that ever since I was 11 years old. If I try others, I tend to breakout and so I am afraid to try other cleansers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC03834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take a chance at Plaza Singapura. Watson's don't have...but Carrefour have! (The Suntec one don't have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They changed the packaging also. Had a hard time looking for it. Maybe it's new and so everywhere don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so happy and relieved when I saw it. Phew, I can sleep in peace tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC03835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that this post will be full of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new pair of sports shoes from Nike! (Like 1 week ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike Free! It's a super lightweight pair of shoes! Can stuff it in my bag and bring to work and I don't even feel a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumped my old pair of lao kok kok(heavy and lousy and old) shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's really really really really really light. I know it looks like those kiddie Bata shoes(velcro) but I find tying shoelaces a chore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC00343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after buying my facial cleansers, I had some time to spare. I told myself not to visit those makeup counters for the next few months....so shopping there was out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Marks and Spencers' got sale, thought I go check it out. What could I get? The clothes were rather expensive and a little more matured for my taste(although sometimes they do have some nice stuff). The foodstuff was out also because I was on a diet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a mistake to step into M&amp;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One M&amp;amp;S led to another M&amp;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bottle of low-fat french dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop buying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have been given the mighty task of buying ToTo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I haven't bought such things before...so you can say I am a virgin ToTo player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cheap! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok apart from CK Store where they sell bras for like $2.90....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you expect to pay for a nice/good/decent bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$30? $40? $50? Sometimes $80 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into M&amp;amp;S and saw the nice bras are going for like $30 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not feature the bras with me in it. And I even find that showing the whole bra is indecent. Sorry I very lao-tu(conservative).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just show the pattern of one cup. Hhahaa, bang bua liap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the black one....I love this one a lot! Pink and black! The flower is so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC03836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC03837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another purple one too! Also $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/1024/DSC03838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, why I say that I go from one M&amp;S to another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted something in a certain size, but the Plaza Sing one don't carry it, but they called to check for me at the Centrepoint outlet(very good service! Remember to go to the Plaza Sing M&amp;amp;S next time ok?) and told me to get what I want there. So I bought my purple bra and then WALKED to Centrepoint to get the rest of my stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not very far....but I am the sort of person who would take a cab from Fullerton hotel back to my office(5 mins walk) because I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I walked for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got another bra from M&amp;amp;S, but it's those classic ones that will never really go on sale. That's like $80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a span of 4 days, I've gotten like 5 bras. 3 today, and 2 from last Saturday at Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so from today I will not go near make-up counters and lingerie shops/corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more gym to numb myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113932682115282778?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113932682115282778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113932682115282778&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113932682115282778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113932682115282778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/02/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113893444762012086</id><published>2006-02-03T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:08:37.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going....Going...Gone</title><content type='html'>Wah now got so many people join the &lt;a href="http://onethousandbloggers.com" target="_blank"&gt;One Thousand Bloggerse website&lt;/a&gt;! Quite cute to see small tiny faces and pictures all squishing together.&lt;br /&gt;It's like 10 people squeezing into a small instant photo booth to take pictures. Hahha you can't see them all, but at least you know that they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com" target="_blank"&gt;KennySia&lt;/a&gt; has got some bodyguards of his own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/bodyguards.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like bodyguards hor!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know Swifty's on the right, but I don't know who's on the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/elft.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 free places to go. Quick join before they start to charge you for putting a link there.&lt;/p&gt;Maybe when they start to charge, you can bribe me with chocolate and champagne to put up your link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can bring you that much traffic to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113893444762012086?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113893444762012086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113893444762012086&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113893444762012086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113893444762012086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/02/goinggoinggone.html' title='Going....Going...Gone'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113880949465485983</id><published>2006-02-01T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:11:40.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Boys</title><content type='html'>I've been really bored of late. I wonder if it could be the post-new-year syndrome whereby you miss the fun and chats with the relatives and friends....maybe it's hard to switch back to "work" mode. It could also be me trying to escape reality at work....I have 5-6 reports waiting for me to start on. Everyone of them is super time-consuming....I wonder whether I can EVER finish that(I will....trust me. I am a really responsible person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah whatever that is....I've been surfing the net, calling my friends, emailing everyone and reading blogs like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so bored that I do all of them at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this guy's blog about his bad experience with bad service in the restaurant. I don't want to link him up here in case he is one of those who wants his blog to be really really private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, this receptionist said that the table would be coming soon but it never did. They waited for really long and all...and then realise that the table was not coming anytime soon. It's like Ash saying,"I'll be there in 2 mins!!!!" But in fact, he just left his house. And I hate that when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya so anyway. I quote from the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Excuse me, you know..when a person want something, he says 'Please'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a person receives something, he says 'Thank you'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you made a mistake, you say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receptionist: Sorry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Very good. Now, let me know when my table is ready.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah so mean right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But very funny lah. I would never dare say that to someone who gives me bad service. I am one who tends to avoid trouble as much as I can(apart from Ash)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time I went to KL with Ash and Liz. Ash had to stay on because he had a course to attend....so Liz and I took the transport provided by the tour agency. Fearing for our safety, Ash took down the license plate number of the vehicle(which was perfectly fine by my standards), but the driver was so pissed he started driving us off and scolding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz went to quarrel with the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she did that also because she had a few glasses of whiskey just before we took the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Zhuang dan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I really didn't want to invite any more trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another experience last week at the lift at UOB Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already in the lift ready to go up to 3rd floor(lift door closing already), when suddenly this guy carrying food came into the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that he was packing lunch, I presumed that he worked at the building and so I didn't think much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy kept pressing the CLOSE button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Freaking out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he pressed for the 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to press the CLOSE button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Freaking out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My floor came, then as I was walking out....he said in a REALLY SICK voice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine low, deep and desperately trying to sound husky but failed.....really sick voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Seeeeexxxxx......."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SO SCARED, I quickly walked out of the lift before he quickly press the close button of the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to deal with trouble. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113880949465485983?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113880949465485983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113880949465485983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113880949465485983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113880949465485983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/02/mean-boys.html' title='Mean Boys'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113843654670202517</id><published>2006-01-28T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:09:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A French Restaurant at Club St</title><content type='html'>It was Ash's birthday on the 26th and I decided to treat him some nice French food(he loves it) instead of buying a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I admit I didn't get him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also because he didn't want me to get him anything. So I listened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On C's recommendation, we went to one of the French Restaurants at Club St...I am not sure what's the name, but I know that it starts with Chez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be Chez La Mamy....if Ann Siang Road is near Club St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells...it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decor of the restaurant! Very humble and small restaurant. We were like the only ones there...until 8pm....then another 2 groups of people walked in. Hhaha so we got our food first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00275.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00275.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stairway down to the kitchen. The chef is a lady....she's quite friendly(I think she has to cos it's her restaurant) because she walked and talked with the guests of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00273.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00273.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm bread! Confirm from Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00276.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00276.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a set dinner and Ash ordered A la carte. And pardon me for not being able to remember the dishes. You know how the names of French food are....it makes memorising History textbooks sound like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some chicken liver/foie gras with mustard-tasting sauce with some weird fruit at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwa....Ash's favourite Foie Gras. It's amazing I tell you. But it's not as good as the one at St Pierre's and the Vis-a-vis at Upper Bukit Timah. It's more worth it over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00278.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00278.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main course. (Like so fast hor) Duck drumstick? Wasn't so sure about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came with potato gratin. THIS is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash ordered a rack of lambs...which is quite nice but still not as good as we expected it to be. Shaslik, Vis-a-vis and Kalinka Malinka would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha let you see what's left of my main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared the dessert. I have no idea what it's called but it tastes a little like Chocolate Souffle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cranberries are frozen and sour! With the sweet and warm chocolate cake/pudding/watever...it tasted really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, it really wasn't worth it in my opinion because Ash went down to Takashimaya and bought himself some more GoGo sausages. The portions were quite small and not satisfying enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh....told you I'm going to have a blogging diarrhoea. More to come. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113843654670202517?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113843654670202517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113843654670202517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113843654670202517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113843654670202517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/01/french-restaurant-at-club-st.html' title='A French Restaurant at Club St'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113838451396603172</id><published>2006-01-28T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:08:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Procrastinated Bangkok Post!</title><content type='html'>Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get the picture out of the external hard disk and sort them out a little. Decided to combine the scenery pictures and the shopping pictures because I also want to blog about my KL trip and other stuff....if I separate out everything....I don't have to sleep tonight. I also can stay at home and "bai nian" via the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe on MSN I could say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong xi gong xi....don't mind internet transfer your angbow to this account 8382377738...no need red packet. As long as you have the sincerity...which is your money....it's alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways going to post pictures of the city tour in Bangkok...I'm sure many of you have gone to Bangkok and all....but since I've taken so many pictures...I might as well post them. Take it as an opportunity to reminisce your trip in Bangkok or to give you an overview of the place and maybe you'll wanna have your next holiday there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were too many temples over there....so we could only go like one or two for the day trip. Which is seriously enough for me...I'm there for shopping remember....not praying and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GOLDEN BUDDHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03506.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03506.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pay like 20Baht(which is like .80cents Sing dollars) to get a flower + incense and this thin gold sheet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you use the gold sheet to stick on the statue. Not the Big Golden Buddha...those smaller ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This obvious piece is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if you want a better heart, you stick on the heart....better mind/brain stick on the head...etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad to my mom: You think where Ah Girl would stick it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom: Of course the FACE lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha which was very true. They actually kept quiet and waited and see where I stick.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gei gei stick the heart area...then quickly use the rest to stick on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do...want to be prettier and nicer looking. Girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tikam! Some fortune telling thing. There are 7 machines...one for each day of the week. Depending on which day you were born....then you go put some coins in it and get your fortune....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another temple to see this giant buddha. This is just the head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From another angle....HUGE right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cat over there was having a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ball&lt;/span&gt; of a time....lickety lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think the next day we were taken for a boat ride down Chao Phraya River. Haha it was really nice....my first time mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have gone for these tours in Bangkok countless of times. So they were just accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the boat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite nice to live by the river ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guide would "conveniently" leave you at a tourist shop so that you can go to the loo...and while waiting for the boat to come back...you can buy stuff at the terribly overpriced tourist shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE STRANDED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for really long and the sales people look at you with hungry eyes that say,"Buy buy you sucker!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only nice thing was this....haha basically everything was hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we pay 20Baht or more to get the bread to feed the fishes in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feeding the fish in front of the temple gives you good luck...." the guide said to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then everyone bought the bread(which was most probably overpriced too) to feed the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!! All the fishes come to the surface to eat....no wonder they so big sized. Everytime got tourist buy the bread to feed them for good luck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and the usual again...they'll bring you to the Gem Factory to shop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/Image(447).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/Image%28447%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff generally look very orbit....but the salesgirl managed to bring me to this section where they have younger looking stuff(and cheaper too)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah about that time, my dad conveniently disappeared too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want to pay for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells...I pay for myself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ring! Love at first sight. I like it very much cos of the 2 in 1 bands look. I can't buy overly expensive accessories...either I wear them once and forget about it or I lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost lost it in KL! Sobz...was so worried about it. But fortunately I found it in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a part of my shopping....there are many other stuff I bought from the DFS but I got too lazy to take pictures of them. It's quite a lot of pictures already!!! Hahahha....mainly bought cosmetics and perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bags. They are like really cheap....simple looking bags...just bought them for fun. Only using one or two of them....never mind, the need will arise for the use of the bags....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes! I love this pair of shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so bling bling and princessy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heel....crazy dude. Wore it and I almost couldn't walk....lots of strain on my knee and heel. But I didn't care...I still danced with it when I club sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another black high heel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold on the inside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a stupid shot from the shoe shop at MBK...if you don't have watch never mind...just squat down and look at your shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/Image(449).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/Image%28449%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking watches on shoes!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got another pair but was too late when I got there...it was closed and I had to go back the next day. I didn't have space in my luggage anyway...so I guess it's a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to Singapore, Ash and I picked up Mussel from Jovern's pet shop. Jovern is very very very nice....he took good care of Mussel for the 4 days I was in Bangkok and he didn't charge me(cos we good friends mah). He even made Mussel exercise more so that he was slimmer when I saw him(but no use, now he's fatter AGAIN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet guy. I bought him some chocolates and a bottle of Chivas from DFS as a token of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggie in the car! He's too big to put on my lap...imagine...I can't even put a JACK RUSSEL on my lap...he's is THAT fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I have for dinner tonight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the super procrastinated Bangkok post for you! Nite nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113838451396603172?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113838451396603172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113838451396603172&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113838451396603172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113838451396603172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/01/procrastinated-bangkok-post.html' title='The Procrastinated Bangkok Post!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113811894094476477</id><published>2006-01-25T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:08:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Human Again!!!</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is coming! Weeee!!! So happy....because I get to see my cousins, eat great food and play blackjack! Hahahah....not to mention sleep a little more over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm working on tuesday!? It's "chu san", the third day of CNY which also happens to be a public holiday too....it's just 2-3 hours so I guess it's alright. I actually volunteered myself....cos nobody seems to want to do it and I'm the one who has been doing it all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I pass it to someone else, I also have to teach the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah...troublesome. I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like human again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work on Monday, I went to the hair salon to colour my hair....so now the colour on my hair is pretty much uniformed now. It was fugly with the roots being black and the ends brown and faded. I felt like shit. And if my hair looks terrible, I'd feel terrible. It's worse than not putting makeup at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after work, I rushed down to town again to shape my eyebrows. It was fugly as it was out of shape and untidy. I felt like shit. And if my eyebrow looks terrible, I'd feel terrible. It's worse that not putting makeup at all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hair&lt;br /&gt;2) Brows&lt;br /&gt;3) Complexion&lt;br /&gt;4) Makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this order of importance. Teehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a span of one week, I spent enough in Fancl to garner myself 7 stamps from them on my card. One stamp is like $40, so I've spent about $280 on supplements and creams for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that's not enough, I actually went to get my virgin SKII product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyemask! That costs like $108 but I have no idea how it is cos I haven't used it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am contemplating about getting the treatment essence, aka miracle water....if the sample doesn't cause an allergic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary man. Why am I so obsessed about anti-ageing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have NEVER done this 2 years ago...I'd be so proud of my youthful and bouncy(doink doink) skin then....this would have never crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during lunch, this SERIOUSLY appealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collagen soup!?!!!?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to get me one of those!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC00269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC00269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite oily actually, and so I felt more full and fat rather than youthful and confident(due to the collagen).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113811894094476477?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113811894094476477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113811894094476477&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113811894094476477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113811894094476477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-human-again.html' title='Like Human Again!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113564857616345432</id><published>2005-12-27T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:11:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on my chair of reality</title><content type='html'>Am in the office now....on the chair...dealing with shitloads of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gives me a wrong figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...it's times like this that make you really miss school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113564857616345432?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113564857616345432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113564857616345432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113564857616345432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113564857616345432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/12/sitting-on-my-chair-of-reality.html' title='Sitting on my chair of reality'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113500634539044987</id><published>2005-12-19T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:07:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Noses</title><content type='html'>Damn I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad time cos I'll be flying to Bangkok in like 2 days. You should be sick during work/school and well during play and holidays. It seems the reverse now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, left for home at 430pm even though I had a one day mc from the doctor. Had a nap but still a little woozy...so I'm just going to pop the flu medication to hop over to dreamland for like 8 hours before rushing back to half day's worth of work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the MEETING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I am somehow dreading it because I have no idea what to say tomorrow. The only thing that is making me look forward to it is what I am going to wear tomorrow. Is it the business suit or just the black jacket....a Tshirt or a camisole....open toe shoes or pointy shoes....etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahahah, I am such a bimbo and I am going to make a fool of myself tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/clapbangkiss" target="_blank"&gt;Dawn's&lt;/a&gt; on the latest issue of FHM. She's pretty! And I guess she gets that like all the time...like somebody telling Mariah,"Wow you can sing!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when did FHM became $7? Omg, I vaguely remember the last my brother actually bought one(and I stole it out)...it was like $5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ah....is it like the tobacco tax. Last time small pack of Malboro Lights was like $2.90! Now it's like $11 for a big pack! So maybe this is like the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;neh neh tax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cos got boobs and sexy pictures. Notice all those magazines for men are so expensive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of crapping. Nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113500634539044987?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113500634539044987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113500634539044987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113500634539044987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113500634539044987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/12/running-noses.html' title='Running Noses'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113385101078948299</id><published>2005-12-06T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:04:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Mariah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lxlchao.castpost.com/142981.html" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113385101078948299?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113385101078948299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113385101078948299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113385101078948299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113385101078948299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/12/china-mariah.html' title='China Mariah'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113378934744550652</id><published>2005-12-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:00:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahan Tahan!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Motorola V3 is so cheap now!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$188 for 2 year plan, and I haven't included any trade-in! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been thinking about changing handphones ever since...I bought my handphone! It's not a bad phone, but it's human nature to want new things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was choosing between the V3 and the K750i. One has chio body and lousy camera and the other has an "ok" body with good camera(2mp with flash!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh, which one which one which one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tell you...everytime people sell cheap cheap sure got catch one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last time I sign up for Singnet Broadband 2 years plan just for the free Ipod Mini...thought to myself,"Woah...FREE Ipod Mini wor!!!! That's all I want!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then later come out Ipod Shuffle, Ipod Nano, Ipod Photo(or don't know what)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like all within a year loh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So stupid right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you see Motorolians start selling the V3 so cheap.....confirm got catch one right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah because got new ones coming out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depends on what you want. If you just want to have a normal phone, then quick go get the cheap phone now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if you are like me, like the phone chio and with megapixel camera...then must wait loh.&lt;/p&gt;Was just surfing &lt;a href="http://cnet.com" target="_blank"&gt;Cnet&lt;/a&gt; when I saw the following improved V3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reviews.cnet.com/Motorola_Razr_V3c/4505-6454_7-31594012.html?tag=pdtl-list" target=""&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; one got 1.3 MP camera!!!! It's almost the same size and weight as the Motorola V3 now....think this one coming out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/31594012-2-300-overview-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like a colour razr but don't like it in hot pink(I seriously don't), then you should wait for the &lt;a href="http://reviews.cnet.com/Motorola_Razr_V3_Blue/4505-6454_7-31594016.html?tag=pdtl-list" target="_blank"&gt;blue&lt;/a&gt; one!!!!!!! It's not as flashy as the pink one...more subtle...I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/31594016-2-300-overview-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am waiting waiting for &lt;a href="http://reviews.cnet.com/Motorola_Razr_V3x/4505-6454_7-31594014.html?tag=pdtl-list" target="_blank"&gt;this baby&lt;/a&gt; to come out. It's like Motorola V3 made babies with Sony Ericsson K750i to come out with this Motorola V3x!!!! I hope this will come out in Singapore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/31594014-2-300-overview-1.gif" /&gt;I want I want I want!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 2 Megapixel loh! Whahahah....siao liao. Only lack the flash...but never mind. I bring a flourescent torch whereever I go next time...better than the small tiny light the hp have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah, so just tell you all...don't see cheap cheap quickly go and buy. Is that what you really want? Maybe the improved versions are the ones you really need/want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This kind of good ones, so expensive in the end also don't buy. Stupid also. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113378934744550652?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113378934744550652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113378934744550652&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113378934744550652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113378934744550652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/12/tahan-tahan.html' title='Tahan Tahan!!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113367729007728014</id><published>2005-12-04T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:01:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Displays of Affection for Display Only?</title><content type='html'>In short, it's PDA...not the small portable computer/gadget you bring around but the display of love in public. You know, giggle giggle, holding hands, hug hug, muakz muakz, rubba rubba, finding kutu(lice) on each other's hair....for everybody to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from work 2-3 days back, I was "fortunate" enough to be in the same carriage as this couple who was showing everybody how much they love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both holding the pole, so I don't think they will have any problems balancing themselves. Probably just give them a little spark, they'll start doing lap dancing on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the couple holds each other tight like armageddon is coming. It's only a train ride in the mrt. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/arma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/arma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, show only mah....don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl rubs her head in the guy's chest as if he's barney or something. She even rubs her body on him...mmmmmm.......foreplay foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/barney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/barney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubba rubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there was kissing and hugging...there was no reason to stop since they are already halfway into the PDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people around them(including me) were really uncomfortable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you feel weird when you see a couple like that? So hiong man....just put a bed in the mrt I think they'll put it to good use. Heeheehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I think that a little PDA is fine, but too much I begin to wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is over-excessive PDA just for Display only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the girl just showing the other people in the mrt that she is happily in love? Actually seriously, I don't think they care either. It's not like she/he is some big-time celebrity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's more important to show your loved one than other unimportant people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so? But how much is too much for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha on another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE FINALLY FINISHED THE HK SERIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness....I crammed everything in like 6 days. I watched from 7pm to 12plus in the morning for working days and chionged the whole way on Friday and Saturday. 30 episodes! Each about 40mins long! SIAO BO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really like the ending, cos it's like too short. Liked more of the beginning part and the middle....I was really exhausted by the twists, plots and schemes towards the end. So anyway it's over so here I am blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must finish what I start....this is the way I am. So that's why I was so obsessed in finishing the geisha book and this serial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://minishorts.net" target="_blank"&gt;Minishorts&lt;/a&gt; submitted a post(and put a nice picture of me! She's so sweet!) in &lt;a href="http://www.blogsmalaysia.com/entry/217" target="_blank"&gt;BlogsMalaysia&lt;/a&gt; regarding my trip to &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-mama-told-me.html" target="_blank"&gt;KL&lt;/a&gt; last weekend. And nice &lt;a href="http://cowboycaleb.liquidblade.com/" target="_blank"&gt;CowboyCaleb&lt;/a&gt; published it!&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been mentioned in "conglomerate" blogs for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't know how to describe sites like Tomorrow.sg and BlogsMalaysia....you can't call them a blog....because they are made up of entries by other people that make up the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, CONGLOMERATE comes to my mind. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, more blogging laters. Shall go for movie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fine John, they are called meta-blogs...I'm mountain tortoise!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113367729007728014?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113367729007728014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113367729007728014&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113367729007728014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113367729007728014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/12/public-displays-of-affection-for.html' title='Public Displays of Affection for Display Only?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113354579561731287</id><published>2005-12-03T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:01:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Dare or Not?</title><content type='html'>Whahah, it's like some name of a perfume....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays all the celebrities have this trend of having their own perfumes and endorsing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like double payment! Pay me for the ingenious concoction of the perfume(maybe by some company) and also pay me for the modelling fees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't know if these celebrities are smart or stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113354579561731287?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113354579561731287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113354579561731287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113354579561731287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113354579561731287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-dare-or-not.html' title='You Dare or Not?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113344449684333558</id><published>2005-12-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:01:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Vegetating Vegetable</title><content type='html'>Been vegetating in front of the tv watching this HK drama serial,"War and Beauty", for the past 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have lots to blog, but I just can't stop being curious about what will happen next in the show. It's so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even thinking of not going out tomorrow night and staying home to finish up the serial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here blogging because I just bathed and need to come back into my room to dry up and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a magic 10second bath gadget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahhahaha!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113344449684333558?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113344449684333558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113344449684333558&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113344449684333558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113344449684333558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/12/bloody-vegetating-vegetable.html' title='Bloody Vegetating Vegetable'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113318687448995902</id><published>2005-11-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:02:31.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mama Told Me....</title><content type='html'>1) Not to buy any more shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoe cupboard is full, and she even had to place 5-7 pairs of shoes on the bookshelf. *Desperate liaos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was bought weeks ago but only manage to take the picture now. Hahaha, nice and pink! That day I bought a pair of gold earrings and to match it, I got these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gems are prettier in real life....pictures can be really deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so before my KL trip my mom told me NOT to buy any more shoes, giving the same reason but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I couldn't resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From KL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/BLACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/BLACK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is shoe shop called NOSE in KL, not in Singapore I think, and they have really nice shoes!!!! (Maureen you must remember to go there to see ok!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny name...NOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as Lips, Teeth, Womb, Mouth, Eyes, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they have nice shoes so I don't really care about the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/nose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another pair of shoes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/PURPLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/PURPLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another pair of sandals but I lost them while shopping in KL. Was carrying way too many shopping bags....hai. But it's only about 20 ringgit, so it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Not to eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03199.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we ate like crazy over in KL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet breakfasts!!! Buffet steamboats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And buffet-like meals!!!! Ala carte north indian food!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh only show you the remnants...too hungry to take pictures at first. Whahahaha.....but it's really good good good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Not to buy too many things back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea what I bought, but I know I bought quite a few accessories like chain belts, bracelets and necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a 4 day trip with 11.5 kg load(I don't know what the hell I brought over there) and came back with a luggage 4 kg heavier. Need hand carry somemore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the airport waiting for Ash to rush from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...here's Liz for you. I know I very long never post picture of her....some Liz crazy fanatics may be undergoing cold turkey for awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is cigarettes galore!!! Cheap cheap cheap! But I never buy...they buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sungei Wang to shop where I saw &lt;a href="www.kennysia.com" target="_blank"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt; in person! Don't think he saw me, neither did I go over to say hi. I very shy lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 80% sure it's him cos he looks the EXACT same way in his pictures posted in his blog. Like he is a walking computer monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch a stand up comedian perform! "Jit Happens...Again!" at Bangsar Shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03224.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to KL zouk! Didn't take much photos but this is the only decent photo I have of myself. We were rushing all the way! Didn't have time to take more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz is here....so can't blog much. Will edit again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113318687448995902?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113318687448995902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113318687448995902&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113318687448995902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113318687448995902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-mama-told-me.html' title='My Mama Told Me....'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113310909271954564</id><published>2005-11-28T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:31:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>Whahahah....I am back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad to return back to reality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work woes and money woes make me want to just stay there and be a fugitive or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I also took off tomorrow, so I can rest abit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful because I have that extra day of leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful because nothing shocking happened to my blog when I was away(no flamers or anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful because I am safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehhehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around so much until our legs were bruised and swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pictures you know....because we were all so busy shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember what I bought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will check it out tomorrow and then take pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113310909271954564?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113310909271954564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113310909271954564&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113310909271954564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113310909271954564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113266768165936111</id><published>2005-11-22T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:02:58.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brow Direction</title><content type='html'>Realised that it has always been all about myself in my blog. It's time to do something constructive!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yea, mussel is ok. It's been 2 days and he has shown no signs of choking or anything from the needle. My boy is a WARRIOR! Ash came too late that night, so we thought we'd monitor and bring him to the vet the next morning. The next morning he was fine. Now 2 days later, he's still ok....eating a lot(we try to give him more fibre in his diet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that he bit the needle into smaller pieces and scattered some around and swallowed some too(we can't stop him from eating, seriously). We found a few bits of the needle at some corners of the house. So I guess mussel is ok, it takes a human approximately 4 hours to digest his food...what's a dog man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who showed their concern for mussel. He's ok now. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that more girls showed their concern(in terms of comments and emails) and so here's something that you might be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of those girls who don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably a sequel to &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-more-efficiently-use-your.html" target="_blank"&gt;"How to more efficiently use your mascara"&lt;/a&gt; and some more pictures can be found &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-myself-zzzzzouk.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes mascaras and all the eye gunk are very important, but without eyebrows you look like a very made-up Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen Hello Kitty IN makeup?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/hello.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess you need lips too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/hello2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lacking the lips, at least got some eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eyebrows are quite important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry to those Hello Kitty fans out there....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what eyebrow direction for what kinda face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only have 4 types of faces here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if you look at where the red cross is/where the dotted line is leading...that's on your ear ok. You are not going to draw your eyebrows towards your hair, your neck, your lips(not halloween now) or wherever else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR EARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, so probably you should pluck/draw/tattoo/shave/fill in/etc your eyebrows to look like the above....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim the end of the brow towards the tip of the ear so as to flatter your face shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Oval Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brow should curve down towards the lower ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an oval(or so I think), and I usually extend it like a round face. Hmmm...maybe will try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Square face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slope it towards the middle of the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Long face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC03144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC03144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape the brow in a straightish line towards the tip of the ear. (No need ruler lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....don't have heart-shaped face here, so maybe if you have one you might have to improvise on his. Maybe have a combination of round and square or oval and square. Can try lah...but please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP IT SUBTLE OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want people to know that you have ARTIFICIALLY extended your brow in the direction because you extended it as hard as you would have drawn a margin in your primary school exercise book. Blend blend blend....light strokes light strokes light strokes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it don't look natural to you, you are not going to fool anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha hope it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this is an add-on to the mascara post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to efficiently curl your eye-lashes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried this and I think it's quite a good method. It's comparable to the "2-times" curl method. You know...curl once at the base and then curl again at the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this angle, you curl at three places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base, middle and tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good! Try to do it in a smooth motion...don't clamp and then take out, then clamp again and then take out and then....etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/lash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/lash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://shoppinglifestyle.com.sg" target="_blank"&gt;ShoppingLifestyle&lt;/a&gt;. A good website to read girly stuff like clothes, shoes, makeup, hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok must go to bed! Nites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hope tomorrow got fire drill....so that I can take a short break from my horrendous workload!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113266768165936111?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113266768165936111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113266768165936111&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113266768165936111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113266768165936111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/brow-direction.html' title='The Brow Direction'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113264867274931296</id><published>2005-11-22T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:50:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post It</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;if u want someone to love you, open your heart&lt;br /&gt;if u want someone obsessed with u, close it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminded me of another one that my Literature teacher said when I was 14 years of age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a good girl goes out, goes home and goes to bed&lt;br /&gt;a nice girl goes out, goes to bed and then goes home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Do the right things first&lt;br /&gt;And do the first things right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the way to be the blogging Li Bai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing semi-poems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the kind of phrases that after you read...you'll go,"Ah...." and then you shake your head up and down, showing that you understand it and it was a clever one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I can remember for now...do you have any of these? Post them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel goes for a walk now, more blogging later I hope! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113264867274931296?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113264867274931296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113264867274931296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113264867274931296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113264867274931296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-it.html' title='Post It'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113249805007174645</id><published>2005-11-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:47:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Dog</title><content type='html'>Ate a fucking sewing needle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113249805007174645?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113249805007174645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113249805007174645&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113249805007174645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113249805007174645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-dog.html' title='Stupid Dog'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113231802425016531</id><published>2005-11-18T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T10:47:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>Seems that another blogger has gone private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bleedingblackbutterflies.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Daphne aka Pinkshoefetish&lt;/a&gt; seems to have taken down her blog. Don't know if it's another Xiaxue incident, but the post sounds like what she would write. So I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sad because I really liked her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://verypoisonouslady.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;AppleLim&lt;/a&gt; is also thinking of closing down her blog too. So does Dawn(I think she already going private)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people read your blog may not be a good thing hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate you for doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate you for not doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate you for having this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate you for not having this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate you because you are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate you because you are not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that people how to blog? Cannot make everybody happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ok lah. Just some news about the female bloggers in the blogosphere. Shall go for massage now! Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113231802425016531?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113231802425016531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113231802425016531&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113231802425016531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113231802425016531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113221940795832852</id><published>2005-11-17T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:25:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could Fill It In</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHEN YOU LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR, WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU LOOK AT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How splotchy my skin is. I see things as a whole you see. Then if I have time I'll look at my nose then my teeth(they are getting straighter from the braces) and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I'm only supposed to talk about the first thing I look at. Darn..I could do this all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW MUCH CASH DO YOU HAVE ON YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGD260.76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250 from my final tuition lesson(I just retired from tuitioning kids).&lt;br /&gt;One 10 dollar note&lt;br /&gt;One 50 cents coin&lt;br /&gt;Two 10 cents coin&lt;br /&gt;One 5 cents coin&lt;br /&gt;One 1 cent coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have that 1 cent still, I don't know. It must have been there for a really long time since now we don't use 1 cent coins anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S A WORD THAT RHYMES WITH "TEST"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOLEST. Hahahh! What's with my mind man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE PLANT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cactus. They are so easy to take care of! No need watering everyday, a little sun and don't even need fertilizer(although Mussel will gladly provide).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 2 cactuses have died under my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this small keychain cactus, but I think it is doomed too because it's so small and I don't where I last placed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS THE 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST ON YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;/strong&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MAIN RING TONE ON YOUR PHONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I just keep it on silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some freaking cheap workshirt from F.O.S. Cheap because it's only 15 bucks and it looks like any shirt you see in G2000 or Zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU "LABEL" YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simi si Label myself? Put sticker? Hmmm nipple sticker can or not. HWahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I don't put those. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAME THE BRAND OF YOUR SHOES YOU'RE CURRENTLY WEARING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heatwave. Black high heels. New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRIGHT OR DARK ROOM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darker = Hide your flaws better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Madagascar on DVD with Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED ON YOUR CELL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen telling that Britney Spears songs stil rock and I sound snappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that Britney Spears is going to have a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not snappy. My fingers ache from typing too much....so sms should be short n simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU EVER CLICK ON "POP UPS" OR BANNERS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. Scully I go into diseased sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S A SAYING THAT YOU SAY A LOT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO TOLD YOU THEY LOVED YOU LAST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST FURRY THING YOU TOUCHED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW MANY DRUGS HAVE YOU DONE IN THE PAST THREE DAYS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcoxia and Zyrtec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW MANY ROLLS OF FILM DO YOU NEED TO GET DEVELOPED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have LOADS of digital pics but none has been developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE AGE YOU HAVE BEEN SO FAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Lots of freedom and new found slim body. Damn, now I am a fatso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR WORST ENEMY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussel's smiling photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO SOMEONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pity me. Reach out a helping hand instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN A MILLION BUCKS OR TO BE ABLE TO CHANGE A MAJOR REGRET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't take the million bucks, I'll really regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ash though...Like is a subset of love. So yeah I also like Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some X'mas song that's played WAY TOO EARLY in OUB Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...I must be damn stressed at work to do such a ridiculous questionaire. Anyway got this from a fellow livejournal blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113221940795832852?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113221940795832852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113221940795832852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113221940795832852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113221940795832852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-could-fill-it-in.html' title='I could Fill It In'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113221023953130633</id><published>2005-11-17T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:50:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood in freakin many years later.</title><content type='html'>At this juncture, no amount of zhnging would be able to &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/11/zhng_my_face.php" target="_blank"&gt;zhng&lt;/a&gt; your face around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;a href="kennysia.com" target="_blank"&gt; Kenny's&lt;/a&gt; post was quite appropriate and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got these pictures from a colleague, wonder if you guys have seen them. Anyway it doesn't really matter, it's just something to look at and waste your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic30836.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic24350.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic24021.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic23199.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic11020.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic10291.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic09374.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic04596.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic04041.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/pic03602.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113221023953130633?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113221023953130633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113221023953130633&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113221023953130633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113221023953130633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/hollywood-in-freakin-many-years-later.html' title='Hollywood in freakin many years later.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113206306886898967</id><published>2005-11-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:56:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend Came and Went</title><content type='html'>Damn sad. Why so fast!!!!!???????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was quite satisfied with my weekend. Was well-rested on Friday, went clubbing on Saturday and then went for buffet with Ash and my galfrenz on Sunday. And at night, another fren came over to my place to watch Korean Movie with me and liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it well spent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to add Monday, I went for an ex-tutor's wedding with Shing and Mau. It was great to see the girls again, it's especially hard to get the 3 of us together at the same time. Hahaha....it's amazing how classmates can end up in really different industries at the end. Shing is in Nus studying Architecture, Mau and I have graduated and working, both in really different industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken before I went for Devilsbar on Saturday. Just wanted to go out, meet some friends and dance a little. Devilsbar was chosen because I haven't gone there for like 2-3 weeks! Been going other places like Zouk and Attica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need rebonding hor. Hahaha...so wavy my hair. Like super out of control...cannot comb liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was buffet at Hotel Oriental!!! This looks like some postcard...thought it was quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/melt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/melt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MELT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/neck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New necklace! It's actually ONE necklace...like a 2-in-1 necklace. I love the way the blue and green is set on the necklace. It's not too OTT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, and I'm not sticking my tongue in my cheek. It's freakin swollen!!! Bad ulcer from the braces...topped up with super heaty food like Famous Amos cookies and curry puffs from Old Chang Kee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got worse after that. Michelle and Liz agreed that I am like a hamster hoarding all the food from the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and Liz were my secondary schoolmates....Liz was my classmate for like 3 years! Didn't have much fate with Michelle, but we still know each other through Liz back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. The MELT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to be a little artistic with the pictures, hope I didn't spoil them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got like Jap food, Indian Food, Chinese Food, Thai Food, Western Food...etc etc. Lots of food!!! And they taste really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take loads of pictures because I looked like some freako. Maybe the staff thought I was from a rival hotel or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/maincourse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/maincourse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their desserts are wonderful. They've got Cheng Teng jellies in shot glasses even!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yums! My first round of dessert. The cheng teng jelly on top, waffles with lychee sherbet, freshly baked (ON THE SPOT) cookies, marshmallows and strawberries dipped in dark chocolate fondue, chocolate cake and lemon meringue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/burp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/burp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113206306886898967?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113206306886898967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113206306886898967&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113206306886898967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113206306886898967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-came-and-went.html' title='The Weekend Came and Went'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113180639541275458</id><published>2005-11-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:39:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodNight!</title><content type='html'>For clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could fit into my skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl has got to have a skinny jeans, it's probably better than a weighing machine. If you are fat, you won't be able to fit into it, if you slimmed down a little, you'll fit into it and you really feel better about yourself for the day. Who cares about the exact weight you have now? It's not like there's a TAF(FAT) club to "catch" you and ask you to run 10 laps 3 times a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you slim down, you'll fit better. If you gained weight, you look like a dumpling. Simple. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't slim down a whole lot, but it has been quite awhile since I could last fit into that pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. I'll try to drink less tonight...and also try to keep away from the finger foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113180639541275458?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113180639541275458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113180639541275458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113180639541275458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113180639541275458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/goodnight.html' title='GoodNight!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113172736111257317</id><published>2005-11-12T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:45:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we playing PHOTOHUNT or what?</title><content type='html'>Find the whole "did-&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss" target="_blank"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt;-or-did-she-not" thing quite hilarious. It's more hilarious than "I-know-what-you-did-last-summer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haven't watched that show but heard it's quite stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the above are stupid, and yet people still go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't DENY the fact that I am in this whole PhotoHunt game.&lt;br /&gt;Remember photohunt? The game where you put two pictures together and then find 5 differences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/critical-seeker-screenshots-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/critical-seeker-screenshots-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not be jealous of the picture, but you sure are curious to find the 5 difference and have a sense of satisfaction if you are able to complete the stage by finding all 5 of them. I love that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I also suppose that it's not just jealousy that sparked the whole did-she-or-did-she-not question mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, been hanging out too much outside my hut and talking about what's happening in the blogosphere. Seriously need to go back into my little hut and start growing corns, start minding my own business and not be &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/crossing-over.html" target="_blank"&gt;involved&lt;/a&gt; with such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/hut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/hut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hut! Wah so lao pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com" target="_blank"&gt;KennySia&lt;/a&gt; is in town and at Momo gallivanting with other bloggers(probably doing some pole dancing, maybe with him as the pole) now as I am churning out this blogpost. Boy am I a boring person staying home on a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously am tired from the whole week worth of work. Somehow, staying home with my Excel textbook sounds SOOOOooooo good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113172736111257317?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113172736111257317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113172736111257317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113172736111257317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113172736111257317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/are-we-playing-photohunt-or-what.html' title='Are we playing PHOTOHUNT or what?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113167299332997061</id><published>2005-11-11T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:32:14.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame not for the light-hearted</title><content type='html'>When you are famous, like really famous, you get lots of comments(bad or good). People dig up your past, people dig up your present, and people also want to try digging up your future. Maybe soon the biologists would want to take your DNA for sampling...-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not famous, but I've had my small share of haters and flamers. Which was the reason why I took out the anonymous commenting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine one is like super super famous. Woah, great balls of fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading &lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg" target="_Blank"&gt;Tomorrow.sg&lt;/a&gt; this morning(I was early for work because I don't want to buy food and coffee this morning), and came across the highly read post about whether Dawn has gone under the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could read &lt;a href="http://gssq.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-her-way-to-instant-fame-her.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://soul.entryplug.org/2005/11/pre-dawn-post-dawn/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah these two are the main ones, because they have pictures of her supposedly-before and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how true this whole thing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, this is the next big thing to hit the blogosphere. It has been quiet for some time now, and now at the expense of Dawn, the blogging scene now has something interesting brewing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of it, she'll probably be in the newspapers once again about the whole surgery hoo-ha whether it's true or not. Rise and fall of fame...that's scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113167299332997061?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113167299332997061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113167299332997061&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113167299332997061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113167299332997061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/fame-not-for-light-hearted.html' title='Fame not for the light-hearted'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113163620847247599</id><published>2005-11-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T07:23:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Over</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's Thursday. Never thought that I could come this far in the week, with all the added workload(times 2) and the increased frequency for tuition for the week(O level student).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even have the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, I'm adaptable to situations. Shall write that down for my next outgoing resume in case I get fired for screwing up terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er I don't blog during work! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a couple of incoming links that caused my readership to go up. First the &lt;a href="http://www.hottestblogger.com/2005/10/06/evelyn-lee" target="_blank"&gt;hottestblogger&lt;/a&gt;, which I don't know I should be thankful or be upset about. I have quite a few photos to choose from in my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30162541@N00/" target="_blank"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; set, and they die die also must choose the one that is so gross, my mother couldn't even recognise me. She was like,"Who is this girl sia? Her dark circles so dark, like she never sleep for 10 years! Oh its you ah....er, it looks ok lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I also know why the readership go up, it's because everyone wants to check out &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss" target="_blank"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; on that website, and since my page was just next to hers, people just pop over to mine. Either to the one before her(which is never sleep for 10 years me) or the one next to her(whom I don't know who).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-some-people-you-just-dont-term-as.html" target="_blank"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; made an interesting point about bloggers and people who blog(or is it how the term blogger should come about...hmm I am rather confused myself). I have never linked her up at my blog before because I don't wish to be very much involved in the blogosphere. You know, like those kungfu shows, where those kungfu people like to be in their little huts and growing corns don't like to be involved in the pugilist world(I wonder if it's the correct spelling even hahhaa). Yeah, I just like to talk about myself, my work, my shopping, my life and my dog. And well, and maybe my trip to the brazilian waxing lady...that is, if Liz ever succeeds in talking me into it. Freaking pain right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kungfu fighting!!!! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/kungfu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/kungfu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second link would be from &lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com/showthread.php?t=1148529" target="_blank"&gt;Hardwarezone&lt;/a&gt;. Once in awhile, they do talk about me, and I am especially happy when people think that my humble blog is worth mentioning. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, my hits were more than usual. And I thought I should blog about something to let the new &amp;amp; current visitors have something to look at. And seriously, I haven't had so much to say in a long long time. Blame the heavy workload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever came across &lt;a href="http://asiahfhlower.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-genetic-girl.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out if you are free, because I feel that it is very interesting. A true account from a girl who is dating a cross-dresser. The full blog page is &lt;a href="http://asiahfhlower.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you would want to read the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may shun transsexuals, transvestites, transgenders, trannies, people who are born wrong, freaks etc etc(whatever name you would like to call), but I find them especially brave and worthy of respect. They know how the world views them, but they are courageous enough to step out and be what they really are. Isn't what we were always taught to do? Find yourself?&lt;br /&gt;These men would love you and be really happy if you would just look a bit beyond that facade and accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very happy when I treated her the way she would like to be treated. As a girl, and with respect. She was especially nice to me that night...ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/DSC02769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/DSC02769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I ever forget her. My idol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her man. Woops, or issit woman? Teehee....anyways I just love her lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah back to the blog. This girl did more than anyone can do....accept and be with such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really embraces everything her boyfriend has. Fetishes and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really love loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113163620847247599?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113163620847247599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113163620847247599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113163620847247599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113163620847247599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/crossing-over.html' title='Crossing Over'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113137802229422836</id><published>2005-11-07T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:51:19.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Sweeten My Monday</title><content type='html'>Having one of the worst monday blues ever since I stepped out into working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go into that, I would like to tell you what would really really really sweeten up my monday and make me feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this place at Commonwealth Market(near Tanglin Halt or smth) that sells desserts up till MIDNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/Image(426).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/Image%28426%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Feng Yuan! Bee garden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the olden days it would have been mistaken for some "entertaining" house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Cheng Teng there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/Image(411).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/Image%28411%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the cold one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff in there! Got longan, sago, barley, winter melon, grass jelly(???) and the other usual cheng teng ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/Image(412).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/Image%28412%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these for just $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the auntie don't even charge you an extra 10 cents if you taking away! How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie opens from 5pm till midnight, so when you go there it'll be rather spacious and cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope one bowl of cheng teng would drop down from heaven right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wait*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, my monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's only today, then I can feel the full force of workload that my colleague left me. Everything came on a Monday, I have like 100 banks limits to update and check, on top of the usual workload I have(which is x2 cos I am covering for her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling awfully lonely, cos there is no one to talk to(I usually talk to her) and I was just busy busy busy the whole time trying to figure out how things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss chided me for not checking through my work, but I kept quiet. Seriously, what's the point of me telling him that I have too much workload on my shoulders? So much that I have no time to check???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more working days to go before she comes back from her Europe trip. *She's leaving ultimately still :(*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably another 13 more working days before I go on a short trip. Sounds awfully far away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bed now...yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/Image(427).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/Image%28427%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113137802229422836?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113137802229422836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113137802229422836&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113137802229422836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113137802229422836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/come-sweeten-my-monday.html' title='Come Sweeten My Monday'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113109340487000647</id><published>2005-11-04T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:08:34.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old In No Time And Tide Waits for No Man</title><content type='html'>Feels like a puzzle from Wheel of Fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG MONEY BIG MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close colleague of mine is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work closely together(we back up one another) and we get along rather well with each other too. She's like the only female companion I have in my department and now she's leaving, I feel pretty bummed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colleague would always say,"Nobody is indispensable." It's true, but there's this little part of me that wishes that things would stay the same or get better! Wishful thinking on my part I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now she's clearing her leave, and most of the work is piled on my table now. Hmmm, I pretty much predict that in just 6 months, I'll look like an old hag. So much work to do and be stressed about! I miss NUS days where I walk around in my flip-flops and my shorts, looking very much like on a holiday everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote the above on Friday in between my hectic workload. Haven't had the time to publish it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing for the past few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing on both Friday and Saturday nights! Zouk+Attica on Friday, and then Attica again on Saturday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lots of fun, apart from the fact that I am spending a wee bit too much on alcohol nowadays. What happened to those days when the 2 pathetic drinks from the cover charge one paid was ENOUGH to make one last through the whole night?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Friday we tried butterscotch, which was really a mixture of butter and scotch. It really tasted like Werthers Original Candy, except that it's in liquid form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Martinis in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole loada Vodka Redbull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, which the bartender took so much effort to do, was drunk up by me with a straw in 5 seconds? Teehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had so much to drink for a while now. The company was great, laughed the whole time I was there...Maureen was there, Ash was there too, some of my colleagues from work and Ash's good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was good too! It's not very often that I get to go clubbing with Shijie and Mau together, so I HAD to go too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways been MIA-ing from blogging also because I borrowed a book to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Memoirs of A Geisha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too good a book to put down. So fascinating! So addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sloshed from all the drinking for the past nights...I could come back, wash up and then read my book till like 5am in the morning before I decided to put it down to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good. Woah. Really can't wait for the movie to be out! Although I know that it might be slightly different from the book, like most such movie-adapted-from-book do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a little of it &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/memoirsofageisha/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go for a swim. To relax and prepare myself for a really hectic week ahead of me. Doing 2 person's job is not my idea of enjoying work, but I guess thats the way it goes. In fact, I was so stressed, I was doing programming in my dreams. Thinking about the logic and which formulas to use and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113109340487000647?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113109340487000647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113109340487000647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113109340487000647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113109340487000647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/old-in-no-time-and-tide-waits-for-no.html' title='Old In No Time And Tide Waits for No Man'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113092745463010837</id><published>2005-11-02T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:30:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SOUP IS TOO SALTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Always thought that this advertisement was quite hilarious. There was once I was stuck at the banking hall for half a day(due to work) and all I can see on the plasma tv was the "My soup is too salty!" ad by visa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/zhangziyi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woohoo! Red kungfu shoes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One time, it was funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once in a while, it was still nice to remember that there was once a funny ad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for 5 hours running!?!!!?!!!!?!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sheer torture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memoirs of A Geisha the Movie is coming out...and guess who is the lead actress?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/geisha.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The eyeliner damn power.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes! Miss My-Soup-Is-Too-Salty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zhang Ziyi!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, she looks great in that Geisha get-up. And look at this!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/MoaG04.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woah....her dance performance in the movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gong Li and Michelle Yeoh are starring in the show too! They are like her shifu(master/teacher/mentor). Wow....all the chio asian beauties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, Hollywood potray the asians as short, stupid, fugly and everything else bad. If you watched Deuce Bigalow, the European Gigolo, you'll realise that they potray Asian/Chinese men to have a 3-inch d***! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this movie is like...WOAH. Asian beauties. *Drools*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally can't wait for the movie to be out in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just checked the Sony Movie website...and found out that the movie is scheduled to premiere at about 19 January 2006! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tamade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why so long ah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope they would come out earlier than the date set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to something else...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello Gorgeous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/manolo1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So SATC! The ones that Carrie Bradshaw wore in Sex and the City! Nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/manolo22.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/manolo2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So pretty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manolos! The shoes that I will never be able to afford.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These cost like at least SGD600 and above! OMG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okies now on to ash's place for some Hari Raya gathering with his family. Hmmm, going to break fast with them now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn't realise it, but I am really appropriately dressed today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Black Long Pants, Black T-shirt(high neck) and a pink long sleeved cardigan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teehee, hope I have some nice food tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am feeling hungry now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113092745463010837?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113092745463010837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113092745463010837&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113092745463010837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113092745463010837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-soup-is-too-salty.html' title='MY SOUP IS TOO SALTY!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113075913569072613</id><published>2005-10-31T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:45:35.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in the Office?</title><content type='html'>I'm still in the office now. It's like 1.5 hours past knock-off time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start to feel sorry for me...I have to say that this is by my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I should clear up some of the month-end stuff before I come back from the hols rushing through every piece of shit to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright...give me my ipod mini, peace and some internet connection, I can be really productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially wanted to go to the Zouk Halloween Party dressed as something. But after visiting the costume shop at Selegie, I realised that I don't really like to dress up like this. Hmm...I'm just plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween must do something. Either you scare people or be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have booked tickets to watch the Exorcism of Emily Rose! Woooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be 2 nights in a row that I watched a movie with Ash. It's been a long time since we last did couple stuff. He's always busy with work, and I'm always busy with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess I'll make my way down to Bishan Junction 8 now. Got some kick-ass good seats at like 7pm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm destined to watch a scary show tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy halloween....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113075913569072613?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113075913569072613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113075913569072613&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113075913569072613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113075913569072613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-in-office.html' title='Halloween in the Office?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113068884321815044</id><published>2005-10-31T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:25:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love Again</title><content type='html'>Everytime a new gadget comes out...be it PDAs, Cameras, Mobiles, Handheld games etc...I'll be in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last gadget I got would be insignificant, and would be described as,"It's like shit!" as compared to the new gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the super slim Sony Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the Sony Ericcson k750i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the Sony Ericcson Walkman phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the Nike Watch(Watch is a gadget too right?) that looks cool and black. *I love black*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was the Ipod Nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mind a new PC with the whole entertainment system set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee....if I got them all I will be stealing Mussel's dog food now. No money to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any of the above. Maybe the passion wasn't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I'm in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is going to be a passionate one too! *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/heroshot_ipod_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/heroshot_ipod_white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/50/heroshot_ipod_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/201/3576/450/heroshot_ipod_black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how bahs...hopefully the attraction between us can last long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long enough for me to strike the lottery or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bed to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Early Halloween Celebration by my father*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hey I didn't tell you before. But did you know that our old house used to be a cemetary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived there since 1988 and just moved out this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...now then I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113068884321815044?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113068884321815044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113068884321815044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113068884321815044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113068884321815044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-love-again.html' title='In Love Again'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113025472695234839</id><published>2005-10-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:41:04.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog's worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1px solid; WIDTH: 115px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$98,794.50&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very cute!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try it! Damn, mine's 2k short of a 100k. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113025472695234839?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113025472695234839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113025472695234839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113025472695234839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113025472695234839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogs-worth.html' title='A blog&apos;s worth'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113025039233357261</id><published>2005-10-25T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:50:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme somemore of that Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4776/384/640/Image(419).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4776/384/320/Image%28419%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolates from Oscars at the Conrad Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All arranged neatly on real huge chocolate bars!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told myself that this was the last time that I'll allow myself to indulge in chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day(Monday), I went for white wine at Wala Wala's and then headed down to Coffee Club with Liz for Triple Choc A La Mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie + Choco Fudge + Ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to make sure that your jeans will never fit again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I love the Calamari at Wala's. The calamari isn't like those normal "onion ring" styled ones...but it's real squid cut into bigger chunks and fried to perfection(in my opinion). It's so chewy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older, I get more addicted on chocolates and really believe it's healing powers(like making you happy and aphrodisiac-y and all). Guess it's human nature...you just love things that are not good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates aren't that good for your figure. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have a good one in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today work started off really bad. Realised I can't open the excel file to do my work. It's freakin' corrupted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody(def not me) highlighted two of the worksheets in the workbook at the same time, and then SAVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It apparently saves it as a "group" thing, and then corrupts the file. One of the IT people managed to retrieve it, but when we tried to open the retrieved file, it auto shutdown again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted 2-3 hours of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the boss managed to retrieve some crucial parts for the daily duties....and so it ended up ok. However, that file is still corrupted and we can't do anything much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Do not highlight 2 worksheets and save the file. It may corrupt the file. Maybe it'll not be like that for you...but I'll sure be careful in future. The time wasted could have been used for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideehoh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/angeliatay" target="_blank"&gt;Angelia Tay&lt;/a&gt; has linked up my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like this cool mama with an uber cute toddler boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read her blog like way back through friend's and friend's friend's etc etc blog(Livejournal mah, then can have the friends blog feature) and never expected that she'll come across my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mama, my mom has gone on a strike for 9 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left for China with her friends for a holiday and left the household to my dad and us!!!! Miss her already, cos I'm so used to her being around and asking me loads of questions about Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EVERYDAY she asks if Ash called me or not...-_-" I'm serious. EVERYDAY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know she means well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, nights everyone. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113025039233357261?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113025039233357261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113025039233357261&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113025039233357261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113025039233357261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/gimme-somemore-of-that-chocolate.html' title='Gimme somemore of that Chocolate'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-113004423288947872</id><published>2005-10-23T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:46:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe You the Moment of My Life</title><content type='html'>Ash(and so do so many of our boyfriends) never could understand why we ladies buy so many pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Esp me cos I always get them in black*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I believe that we buy shoes for other like-minded people(as well as ourselves) to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, who are so observant about details, will appreciate the new shoes or the nice shoes that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys with a fetish too(that's why I say like-minded) will appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when I wear a new and nice pair of heels, I feel that I am all new again! Weee!!!! Will have that extra spring in my step, and that warm glow on my face....etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this chinese saying,"Yi shan hai you yi shan gao".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosely translated, it means that if you think that this mountain is high, there is always another mountain that will be higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be used on anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find that your nose hair is long, and you have to cut it all the time...there will be another person who has even longer nose hair and has to bun it up in the nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, everytime I see a pair of shoes, I decide that it is the chio-est and nicest pair of shoes I have ever seen in my life. And I will proceed to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment is short-lived if I step into another shoe-shop and I see yet another pair of shoes that is the chio-est and the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the prestigious title will then be passed to the next pair of shoes(after I buy it again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why women's shoes are cheaper as compared to mens. The manufacturer totally understands us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live for the moment(in shoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we get bored and get new shoes...to hell with that soft-worn feeling after wearing that shoe for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men will wear until their shoes become so soft that it can be made into Paseo tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then continue to wear somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, enough of crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a uber late post. It's like one week late! Been so lazy to take pictures of these new additions to the family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNC strappy heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with these after I saw the heel! So nice and sexy. I love this kind of heels....$25.90 leh! Hohoho....last pair and it was in my size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Isetan to get these 2 pairs of shoes too. Check out the anklet thingy! Very pretty! *I told myself not to get anymore shoes but in the end I succumbed to temptation.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02948.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anklet! Pretty pretty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got these pointy ones! I don't know why I got them, but they looked so pretty then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this party at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the nicest feet in the world....I know. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another pic but I'll upload it another time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, I bought like loads of things, but I only managed to took pictures of the shoes. I pretty much forgot what I bought after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobz sobz, have almost blown the budget I set myself for the month. Spent like 200plus on makeup and another 100plus on massage package yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately payday is coming soon. Really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice movie, a nice dinner and a nice dessert later, I'll blog about my trip to zouk and probably about my knee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-113004423288947872?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/113004423288947872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=113004423288947872&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113004423288947872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/113004423288947872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/shoe-you-moment-of-my-life.html' title='Shoe You the Moment of My Life'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112989784274562940</id><published>2005-10-21T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:30:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unscathed....</title><content type='html'>Another busy work week has gone by and boy am I happy that I got out of it unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in my department had any pms or "issues"....so I didn't get to see any action in the department nor was I in ANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have 2 terrible consecutive work weeks in a row. That's just plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No major glitches in work. Not much booboos made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling tired, but also feeling happy that the weekend is here. (So short though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating about whether I should trade a night out with Liz(and also check out the newly revamped zouk) or stay home and rest my "auntie" knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knees have been giving problems and it was just this week then it struck me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE HAVE THIS FOR 1 YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE FREAKING YEAR. Am I blur or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have an appointment with the specialist tomorrow at 930am(such unearthly hours), and hopefully I can find out what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm getting old so young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112989784274562940?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112989784274562940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112989784274562940&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112989784274562940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112989784274562940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/unscathed.html' title='Unscathed....'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112965109180667909</id><published>2005-10-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:24:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 8th October Post!</title><content type='html'>This should have been posted yonks ago. Been so lazy to download the pictures to the computer, sort out the pictures(nice vs not nice) and then upload to blogger. Been really busy too...with Simtower, shopping and yah...work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what happened on the 8th October?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ERIC's and JO-LYN's wedding!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know Eric from Zouk like 3 years ago? Hmm, can't remember exactly but it was Dave Seaman night! Think I blogged about it before..will try to find it and then link it up, cos it's quite a cute story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is a very very nice guy...which is why we are all friends till now. His niceness rubbed off onto his cousin Kevin and his brother Wilson! All nice people! Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to be the jie mei/sister for Jolyn's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never say no to such things(unless the person is some stranger or the last time you heard from them was 20 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma. If I don't do this, next time my wedding nobody wants to do for me. Then I'll be all alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very long never post pictures of me(mainly because I look funny in those) so here is one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Ash to pick me up. *He's late...AGAIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedicured toes with this new pair of white sandals from Phuket! Very comfy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash was one of Eric's brother also. This is Eric at the door, waiting to get his bride!!! He looks much more man now as compared to when I first saw him. Guess he's really ready for marriage!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekan session!! We made him wear a wig and then dance with his brothers...as if the brothers were poles! POLE DANCING! *Yes it was my idea...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another game was to ask the groom to pass a really tiny little sweet from guy to guy...using only the mouth! Wahhaha...so gayish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay he come looking for his bride liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do brides look so darn good on their wedding day? They are like VA-VA-VOOM man! So jealous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman, only had 3 hours of sleep the night before. Can look like that! Imagine if she slept the whole day!!! Become fairy liao lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wedding car...cute cute cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Punggol Park for more phototaking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to take the photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice! And again...why do brides look so darn good!!!! I wish to look like that EVERYDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wanted to catch the hand bouquet. Everyone was like so scared of it...we are the new-age girls...don't wan to get married so soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried again...see who suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her chinese costume. Hahah...so power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the wedding dinner in the evening, I went to "set" my hair. More wavy and all...look like got more hair also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give it up for the lovely couple!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really lovely. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the wedding, I almost cried. Too emotional...cos I saw the whole process of their relationship. How they met again at a class reunion, how they got together, how they are together...and now...how they get hitched! *now also feel like crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I teared a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I teared a little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112965109180667909?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112965109180667909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112965109180667909&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112965109180667909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112965109180667909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/8th-october-post.html' title='The 8th October Post!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112956032248185944</id><published>2005-10-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:45:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It HAS to go up from here...</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned in my post...my last work week was quite terrible for me(I am an optimistic enough person). Then came my brother's accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never close, but somehow I totally felt for him when I found out that it was a hit-and-run accident. To hell with that driver. Fortunately for my brother, he's still in one piece, a fractured shoulder doesn't deter him from driving a little and buying himself a nice PS2 to play with for his 20+ days of MC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend that followed was not that good either. I was DESPERATELY looking for a super old game, SIMTOWER. Don't ask me why I suddenly want to play it...maybe I wish to reach for the 5-star tower that I never managed to get when I was younger. So I went to West Mall. Don't have. I went to Heeren PK Computer also don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funan the IT Mall should have it right? If there don't have, then really no point searching anymore right? There's none at Challenger...but PK computer says that Suntec City's PK Computer has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily took a cab down there only to realise that they have SIMTOWN. Not Simtower. They heard it wrongly over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked ALL THE WAY back to Funan to get some other cok game for $20. Ash tried to cheer me up with another game that costs $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I realise the next day that &lt;a href="http://xtcabandonware.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; got. *Now the site is down, check another time yah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can download free from there. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to download from Abandonia at first but it's protected. This one haven't protected yet so I quickly went to download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Blues went by really fast because there was a HUGE problem with the PnL...totally can't reconcile(Maybe I am lousy). Started at 9am and only managed to finish at 330pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry's at Boat Quay for drink with a colleague and then waited for Ash to pick me up at coffeeclub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a Brownie and a RoseBud tea. The tea never came...and I was made to pay for the tea. It was a glitch on the chio waitress's part and so the manager removed it from my bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress made another mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought the tea over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I didn't pay for it, she told me to take it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaahha, this is like one of the better things that happened to me lately(other than life, ash, friends, food and shopping)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go up from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow work will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, the blog will be better tomorrow. Have lots of pictures to post. That includes my shopping buys(again!!) and my friend's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to play Simtower! Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112956032248185944?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112956032248185944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112956032248185944&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112956032248185944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112956032248185944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-has-to-go-up-from-here.html' title='It HAS to go up from here...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112894865802526112</id><published>2005-10-10T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:47:27.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away from the hustle and bustle...</title><content type='html'>There are certain things that you have to see for yourself before you buy it. Clothes, bras and stuff are difficult to ascertain from the webpage...what if it doesn't really fit? What if it fits but it looks weird on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've been procrastinating about buying such stuff online. Sigh, why don't Victoria Secrets come to Singapore?!!! I'll be there every week!! Their stuff are so chio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there are other things that you can buy online...like bags, shoes, electronics and gifts(that are not clothes and bras)...cos what you see is almost what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's much more convenient....you don't have to freaking squeeze with that auntie with bad breath and b.o. &lt;em&gt;*Just today I was at Times reading some magazine...when there was this man who had really bad b.o. BAD! So I moved away...politely...and then he politely moved closer too. Oh my...I left the shop.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. So I present to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/vanna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/vanna1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanna White says that you should give it a shot! It's a fairly new website(just launched in August I think)...and it doesn't hurt to give it a click. Hey, you've clicked over to my website...it's not that hard right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://gadgeit.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the Vanna White was a hoax...thought it was quite cute with her hand up like that. Just like wheel of fortune. But the logo and the motto ain't no lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They promise 2 working days for delivery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their real logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/gad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/gad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my favourite items from the website? They have a few cool stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one!!!! It's a cafe pod! You just plug it into the USB port on your laptop or something...and you can study/work the night away with your hot cup of beverage! I really really really love this!!!! *Beams up at the nice people from the website*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you don't spill of course! I wish I had this when I was mugging(did I?) back in NUS. Miss those studying days...where I didn't study. Creating this blog was more interesting to me back then...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one that I like is this massage pad. Also connected to the USB port...so cute!! Think maybe it's because I use a laptop...so I am exceptionally attracted to USB porty stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/massage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/massage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this drinking game. It's this slammer timer thingy...where by the fastest person to drink finish the shot will be excused from the next game. Whahaha so cute! Paiseh for the tiny photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/slam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/slam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who is the slowest will be drunk first!!! Before clubbing, put some Chivas or Tequila out on the table and play this game...the night will be damn fun. *Hic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff that I thought that is quite cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STRESS BUSTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are damn stressed out at work, you can always practise some boxing on thie desktop punching ball. Ahaha, seriously even if you are not stressed, this thing on your table will be like the coolest thing in the office. The girls will be coming over to check our your ball...er...punching ball. The guys will be coming over to show off what they can do with their punches...*macho macho*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/ball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/ball1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about some Flingo!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game was invented in Germany...and it looks like fun! If you are rejected by the people playing volleyball in Sentosa...you can freaking show them that you also know fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play this with someone else(flirt a little)...and the volleyball players might want you to join them...in exchange for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha kidding lah. Can try this game out...minimal storage definitely...and fun for the beach and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/flingo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/flingo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber Orbs! These are some powerful magnets that I think are exclusively available in Singapore(according to the website).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote,&lt;em&gt;"Essentially, the UberOrbs are two incredibly powerful magnets that can't bear to be apart. Try pulling them apart with tips touching. Now let go! What happens next is truly mesmerizing, a trademark rattle and your UberOrbs spin off into a sprightly dance of magnetic attraction and repulsion, making a spookily unnerving insectoid sound. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too wordy for me. All I know it relieves stress and you can do lots of tricks with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/orbs5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/orbs5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget iDog for a moment...try these pig stereo squealers! Very cute...more for girls I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/pig5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/pig5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that your bottle of beer can be finished as fast as a shot of tequila? With this you can....Simply attach to most beer bottles, cover the small vent on top, tip the bottle over and WALA, 20 seconds, and the contents are gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/shoot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/shoot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one for the hardcore beer lovers lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like such wallets, but the material of this one is worth some mentioning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made from INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH DUCT TAPE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/wallet5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/wallet5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be really strong. If you always like to drop your wallets on the roads to be run over by cars...this one can try. Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like this one...Sim BackUp reader. *Beams up again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/backup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/backup1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate losing my phone...apart from replacing the phone..you have to go find out the numbers of the friends in your phonebook. This sim backup is just the thing man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the soccer fans out there. I don't know much about soccer, but at least I know how David Beckham looks like. (Cos I liked posh spice lah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMORABILIAssss!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got autograph somemore! These guys from Gadgeit.com.sg partnered with an established UK company to bring you handsigned autographs from your favourite EPL player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Beckham14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Beckham14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one siang lai eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Gerrard5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Gerrard5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Finally got this post out. Been procrastinating and pushing this post further and further down the calendar cos I've been so busy with other stuff. I owe these people for like 2-3 weeks?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahah...lucky they are quite nice and patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, I am officially plugging &lt;a href="http://gadgeit.com" target="_blank"&gt;Gadgeit.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; because I personally feel that the website has got quite a few cute stuff and is easy to navigate around(very important). Of course, a few tokens of appreciation always make me like them more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check this website out...no obligations yah. No weird and pushy salesperson forcing you to buy. You get to surf the website comfortably...like not wearing clothes and all...or even digging your nose!! Eww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun! Tell me which is your favourite item there k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112894865802526112?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112894865802526112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112894865802526112&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112894865802526112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112894865802526112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/away-from-hustle-and-bustle.html' title='Away from the hustle and bustle...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112887008322419416</id><published>2005-10-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:15:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Half Day</title><content type='html'>Been so busy the past week with projects and problems at work, it was great to have a half day on friday to shop and run my errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz took half day too, so she came over to Raffles Place to settle her phone thing and have lunch with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this restaurant/cafe at Peace Building for some nice pasta! It's really good! Yummies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(393).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28393%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared this pasta! It's really yummy! Didn't expect that it'll taste so good...I'll visit the cafe more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(391).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28391%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close Up look. Whaha, I know I'm mad to take pictures of food like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(392).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28392%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to Far East to do my eyebrows(FINALLY) and pedicure and manicure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails! It's called TAUPELESS SHOWGIRL. -_-" Like topless hor!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little pricey, probably won't go back to do it again especially when I didn't feel "pampered" at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyebrows were FINALLY done. It was so gross, especially the last time I went to do facial at Amore. Thought the lady was just going to pluck the stray hairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought wrong. It was hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, leave the eyebrow shaping to those who are good at it. Try not to do EVERYTHING together by the same person. It will not be as good. Next time I won't let anyone else touch my eyebrows except for my usual lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt damn good after eyebrow shaping. Looked more like human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh went to get another bag. Hmm...can use it for work. Bored of my current one...realise I like slightly bigger bags because I tend to put lots of crap in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$12! Not as cheap as the ones I got from Phuket, but still cheap. Especially when I get sick of my bags pretty fast...so it's better if it doesn't cost like $2k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple bag lah. Nothing spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this magnetic bracelet where you can wear it however you want(there are limitations of cos...like the length and so on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you it's magnetic! It can pick up the tweezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually wear it like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can also wear it as a choker....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my nails and eyebrows so that I can be one of the "sisters" at my friend's wedding! Will blog about that soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm falling sick...the throat's really sore and my nose is like blocked. But not that sick till I have to take MC and rest at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112887008322419416?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112887008322419416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112887008322419416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112887008322419416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112887008322419416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/precious-half-day.html' title='Precious Half Day'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112869056514508985</id><published>2005-10-07T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:09:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS vs CALLING</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel that it's so much easier to get the message across by just dialing the number and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can mean what you say, and say what you mean. Without people misunderstanding the tone of voice that you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms can be quite infuriating at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you msged might not be exactly what you meant, and it's pissing when the other party gets the wrong message/idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you are irritated because you are being "accused" of saying something that you didn't mean in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating. Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you try to explain the more messier it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will stick to calling the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Do you get pissed off for being "accused" of a tone you didn't have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112869056514508985?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112869056514508985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112869056514508985&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112869056514508985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112869056514508985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/sms-vs-calling.html' title='SMS vs CALLING'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112852740421902316</id><published>2005-10-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:24:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avid Reader Vs Shopaholic Reader</title><content type='html'>Avid book readers would dog-ear the pages where they stop. Or maybe even use a piece of rough paper as a bookmark. The most important thing is to be able to know where you stopped right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/dogear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/dogear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shopaholic reader would want to know where she/he stopped...well...since that piece of bookmark was so gorgeous on that rack....it would certainly look good AND be able to show where the reader has stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahah...so pretty! Couldn't resist getting it. $12 for a bookmark?!!! At that moment it seemed so cool to have one of these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really cute to have the tassels/strings/ribbons/beads to hang out of the book. Think I have been quite deprived from shopping...no clothes look nice on me!!! Hence, Borders for book and bookmark shopping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rented this book. I think it's soon going to be a movie or something. Not very sure lah. More enticed by the cover page than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a couple of pages, it didn't bore me yet. If you liked the Shopaholic series, then maybe my taste in books and yours are the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like Da Vinci Code and other hard stuff...then maybe these books aren't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like books that are easy to read(light hearted, not Jane and Peter series). I like to laugh through the pages....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work already so stressful, relaxing with a book cannot be so stressful too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bought this for like $30! Been looking for this book for quite a while, but oh wells...decided to buy it instead of renting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this dysfunctional woman with a bad past(her dad violated her or something), with a hell loada debt and decided to go into escorting business to clear her debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story. Don't you think that reading a biography is almost like reading a personal blog? Only longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will read it and let you guys know if it's nice. :) *read a few pages liao! very nice!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends and readers who have shown support over the last weekend. Ash and I are fine now...we sorted things out and made peace with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave a "Sorry" card(with a pair of earrings) to apologise his accusations towards me. It was ridiculous, and amazing that someone(else) would do such a thing to break us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist of it was that someone made up a tall story about me which in the end was full of contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah shan't go too much into details. Nights nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112852740421902316?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112852740421902316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112852740421902316&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112852740421902316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112852740421902316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/10/avid-reader-vs-shopaholic-reader.html' title='Avid Reader Vs Shopaholic Reader'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112800838236987147</id><published>2005-09-29T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:28:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BlackHighHeels of Fivers</title><content type='html'>I figured the 7even meme is a tad too long so I decided to do a shorter version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm a really lazy person, cos I did &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/06/super-pow-ka-leow-memebua-liap-version.html" target="_blank"&gt;half&lt;/a&gt; a meme before too. Oh wells, that's what you get when you ask me to do something, I do part of it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's shopping. I'll go all the way for you. Teeheee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already doing a meme, I may as well start a meme on my own too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence I'll name it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;BLACKHIGHHEELS OF FIVERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say it out like you would say,"Great balls of fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackhighheels naturally originates from my blog, BlackHighHeels. And fivers because we'll be doing it in fives instead of 7evens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is too long. 3 is too short. 1 might as well don't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we do five ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end I'll pass the HEEL(instead of the baton) to 5 other bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't pass it to you, you can always do it too( it might be fun!) and link it back to my blog. If you don't know how to link, you can always drop a comment and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, siao eh, I do liao leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi-dey ho! I have accepted your meme!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also put BLACKHIGHHEELS OF FIVERS in your blogpost title, I can find it one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up your link on the blogpost itself and I'll probably choose the top 5 RIDICULOUS posts to plug....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude sarcasms, demeaning comments, bad things and bad bad things are not considered RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I wonder who would take up the heel and do this meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five colours and the first sexy/sex-related item that comes to mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Black - Leather Lingerie with Whip attached(Woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;2)Gold - Champagne(It makes me woozy and happy!)&lt;br /&gt;3)Pink - The Rabbit(Either you know it or you don't)&lt;br /&gt;4)Red - Edible Panties(They usually come in that colour don't they?)&lt;br /&gt;5)White - Whipped Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five celebrities of the same sex that you COULD have a crush on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kate Winslet - Not for her performance in the pier show. But for the one in Van Helsing. She looked yummy in her clothes(that she wore the WHOLE show thru)&lt;br /&gt;2) Jennifer Garner - Loved her body in Elektra. And the way her mind works in that show. Wooo....&lt;br /&gt;3) Gisele Bundchen - I could probably introduce her to blogging and then while she's busy sitting down and blogging and doing up her website, I COULD chop her legs off.&lt;br /&gt;4) Pamela Anderson - "Madame...would you like a run on the beach?"&lt;br /&gt;5) Harisu - I absolutely am HAVING a crush on her/him. She-he is so pRETTy!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five things you plan to do before this week ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lose 5 pounds(That's like my aim for every week. I always start from square one ya...)&lt;br /&gt;2) Go for my Amore classes(Been skipping them too much again)&lt;br /&gt;3) Club at Devilsbar and meet me friends for some good booze(Friday friday friday!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Shop for something. I don't know what it is, but I'll know it when I see it. Teehee...&lt;br /&gt;5) Blog a few more posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five singers/artistes/Djs whose song can make you dance/groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Craig David - His new song, All the way, is so nice!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Beyonce - Used to love her Baby Boy loads.&lt;br /&gt;3) Chen Lei!!! - Ginna eh hong jin tao! Don't know how to write it out, all I know is that some of his Hokkien songs beginning quite funky one.&lt;br /&gt;4) Dave Seaman - Foreign DJ...hopefully Zouk or whoever will bring him back to Singapore again!&lt;br /&gt;5) Linkin Park - Does rocking your head hardly be considered as dancing and grooving? Moving to the music mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five people you wish to pass this heel/baton to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://snowpetals.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt; needs a break from her Honours year project.&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://minishorts.net" target="_blank"&gt;Minishorts&lt;/a&gt; need a new meme to do. Bwahaha, you tagged me first ok. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://potatomusmaximus.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Wanyi&lt;/a&gt;...don't think I'll forget that you tagged me too.&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://jetstorm82.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The lecherous monk&lt;/a&gt; who thinks that I am not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http:///www.moblog.com.sg/blog/sillycelly" target="_blank"&gt;SillyCelly&lt;/a&gt; who is really pretty(saw her at zouk the other time) and I wish to see her funny answers to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember, the template goes like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Must follow ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five colours and the first sexy/sex-related item that comes to mind:&lt;br /&gt;Black, Gold, Pink, Red and White *Must be these 5 colours ok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five celebrities of the same sex that you COULD have a crush on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you plan to do before this week ends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five singers/artistes/Djs whose song can make you dance/groove:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people you wish to pass this heel/baton to:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112800838236987147?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112800838236987147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112800838236987147&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112800838236987147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112800838236987147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/blackhighheels-of-fivers.html' title='BlackHighHeels of Fivers'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112774780528621167</id><published>2005-09-26T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:16:45.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned by Food</title><content type='html'>1.5 days of MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topped it off with fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling really down right now cos I am freezing with fan. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have the day off tomorrow, I'll probably start blogging some stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned. I go rest first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112774780528621167?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112774780528621167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112774780528621167&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112774780528621167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112774780528621167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/poisoned-by-food.html' title='Poisoned by Food'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112740724724595659</id><published>2005-09-23T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:40:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some like it. Some don't.</title><content type='html'>Some people commented that the curls are nice, and some prefer me in straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer straight hair because it's SO much easier to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have LOADS to blog about but I have no time. Just finished packing for my Phuket trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Phuket! So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been there before...and will try to take pictures discreetly(I don't want ppl think I'm siao) to show you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a free trip with the company and I've been waiting for this for the longest time. Ever since my Hongkong trip, I've been working and working....never had the time or the opportunity to go for a nice long trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ok lah...better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies so will be gone till Sunday...seems a little short and I really hope that I can have the chance to buy things over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst comes to worst, I go DFS to buy stuff then. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have booked a 2.5 hour massage on Sunday morning in Phuket. Wooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk like that, especially with no link/paragraphing...I'm most probably brain dead and over zealous about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I'm going to Phuket? Whahahhaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most shiok thing, is that I'm taking the early flight. Which means that I go to work at 9am and leave at 11am for the airport. WTH!!! So shiok!!! Work 2 hours!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, for a 2 nights trip...I managed to pack the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 Tshirts&lt;br /&gt;- 3 Tank Tops&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Sports Bra&lt;br /&gt;- 3 pairs of footwear(1 heels, 1 slippers and 1 shoes)&lt;br /&gt;- My whole makeup kit&lt;br /&gt;- Jeans&lt;br /&gt;- Tube&lt;br /&gt;- Accessories&lt;br /&gt;- Skincare&lt;br /&gt;- Cardigan&lt;br /&gt;- Capri Pants&lt;br /&gt;- Hair styling aids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I pack too much? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did...my bag is overflowing. And I wonder how am I going to bring back stuff from over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did bring an EXTRA bag in case I buy lots of things there. Whahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Sunday people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112740724724595659?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112740724724595659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112740724724595659&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112740724724595659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112740724724595659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-like-it-some-dont.html' title='Some like it. Some don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112705912480403181</id><published>2005-09-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:10:10.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO NO NO....DON'T BUY</title><content type='html'>A little inspired by the song by Black Eyed Peas...Don't Lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays there are so many of these "cheap" promotional offers from all the beauty salons....so much so that they now seem like shops at the pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/malam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/malam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These salons just want to entice you(with facials and slimming treats HALF the price) to come through their doors so that they can try to psycho you to sign up for their packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. They are just trying to do business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not fine when they try to hard sell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the weekend, I went to Amore Day Spa with Liz for our promotional facial. It was not too bad, I was rather happy with the whole service and was considering about coming back a few more times for more treatments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done with the facial, I was brought to this little CONSULTATION room for a talk with the sales representative, branch manager, beauty consultant or whatever they wish to call themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I care, they can even call themselves &lt;strong&gt;SALES PRESIDENTS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is the norm...after EVERY treatment you do in a beauty salon/spa, you'll be brought into one of these little rooms...where they will talk to you about your skin, what you should do, what you should buy, best is buy their products, best is buy their packages....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becos their products is the BEST!!!! Don't have Wong Li Lin cannot appear in FHM. Don't have Pamela Anderson have no more boobs!!! Don't have your face will fall off!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/interrogation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/interrogation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Keanu, feeling freakin' sian because he has to meet with the consultant who'll also probably psycho him to buy a 1million dollar package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To succeed in doing sales, there are a few things you shouldn't do. (I mean..this is just my point of view. I'm speaking on behalf of the customers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is based on a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Piss off the customer with the first sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sales President: We don't have your records. If we find that you have actually been here before, we have to CHARGE you full price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this first sentence really pissed me off. You think I really want to cheat your services meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Never have a grumpy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sales President's face looks as if I owe her 100 boxes of Mooncakes with Egg Yolk. As a customer, I didn't feel the warmth and the friendliness of the Sales President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should at least make the customer like you a little first, before trying to sell anything to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Never instil fear in your customer to make a sale. (Probably one of the most important point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sales President: Oh, did anyone tell you that you look mature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sales President: Oh, your dark circles are SO bad!! Do you take care of your face or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me that kind of demeaning look...as if I committed a heinous crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if I held her head and force-pour some makeup remover down her face, she'll probably look much worse than me. Cos she wasn't anything much to begin with(Ok, I'm mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that she was trying to instil fear in me so that I would be so worried about my face that I quickly sign up for a $1000 package. She thinks that I am stupid or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more she tries to scare me into buying things, the more I'll NOT buy from her. I'll even deliberately buy from her colleague just to show her that she was such a terrible salesperson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I didn't have to...Liz did. Whahaha...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Never challenge your customer/Doubt your customer's financial standings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like. You don't dare to do this issit!? Scaredy cat!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like small kids. And apparently, she's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sales President: Why you don't want to buy? Is it because of the MONEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nabei. Like I am damn poor or something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: It's never because of the money. I don't even mind paying a few more times of the full price just to try out your services before committing myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have thought that I would be "challenged" and to prove that I have money, I'll buy one package from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept quiet after that...then tried to sell me some products in hope to get that little commission at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the few no-nos that a sales president(or anyone trying to do sales) should never make. Unless they really think that the customers are really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is to make your customer like you and be sure that the product you are selling is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure got people want to buy from you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been keeping too much late nights and eating too much seafood...so much so that my skin is a total wreck right now. Trying my very best to STOP the seafood, drink more water and take care of my skin better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos...have an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Does anyone know of a good facial place that DOES NOT try to sell packages at all? Email me if you do have good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112705912480403181?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112705912480403181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112705912480403181&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112705912480403181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112705912480403181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-no-nodont-buy.html' title='NO NO NO....DON&apos;T BUY'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112656943645480208</id><published>2005-09-13T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T08:00:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Blush! Of Fire</title><content type='html'>There is no "same time same channel" for this week's blog. Didn't manage to shop much the past weekend or so. Will blog about my weekend in another post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite "deprived" of shopping, I went into Blush! during lunch and blew $80 for a bra. And then spent a little more on the VIP membership....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$15 oni...can get VIP membership, why not? You have to buy something first lah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just go in and demand a membership for not buying anything. Unless you not paiseh about it...sure I support you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who like to show off their bras and their flower flower ribbon ribbon to people...that I can't argue with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/alla_dress_alla_bra_print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/alla_dress_alla_bra_print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show off your bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet there are some who seem to know nuts about buying bras and how to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be like this too...I was so embarrassed to be seen in the lingerie section(same for buying kotex). To get out of there pronto, I'll just choose some bra at random(without trying if it fits or how it looks) and rush to the cashier...hoping that the cashier is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A woman&lt;br /&gt;2) Knows how to wrap bras pronto too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was like that. And my bras were all the wrong size, the wrong cutting, the wrong colour and everything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports bras were cool though. In those days, you would be quite proud to flaunt that Nike or Adidas sports bra underneath your flimsy and semi-translucent PE t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself the seamless bra from Dim which is from Blush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy, because when I wore it under my really sheer top..I can't see the freaking lines!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seamless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triumph seamless is also going for about $79.90, but it has extra padding to give you the extra omph where you want it. I didn't like it, because I don't like to look so big...so I got this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating about buying the nude colour one. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a few guidelines about wearing bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Try them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like me when I was a young school girl...shy and all. Just go and try it and see how you look and feel in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bras are meant to be fun and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might always buy a certain size, but that doesn't mean that the size in that cutting is suitable for you. You have to try it to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nude colours for any clothes, especially white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT WEAR WHITE BRAS WITH WHITE T-SHIRTS/BLOUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally can see them...unless...that's what you want. Then go ahead with the white-on-white combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Seamless bras are good for fitting clothes and clingy materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Good bras are worth the moolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau has this Red Calvin Klein bra which she bought for $80plus....I was so shocked that she actually spent that amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think up till now, which is a few years later, the bra is still in good shape and colour. I must have changed quite a few Pierre Cardins from then till now. All of them have lost their shape and colour. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwhahaha I go to work now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/jiggy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/jiggy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy bra....for belly dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112656943645480208?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112656943645480208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112656943645480208&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112656943645480208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112656943645480208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-blush-of-fire.html' title='Great Blush! Of Fire'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112601719371915179</id><published>2005-09-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:49:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job - Myth or Fact</title><content type='html'>Now that I am almost 1.5 months into my permanent job, and I think that things are going quite alright for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this my dream job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me explain what is my "dream job".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very practical person, so I will not say that my dream job is to be a Victoria's Secret model or a Rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just unattainable, especially when I am short, pudgy and have a hoarse voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cannot say that my dream job is to be a she-man, I am a woman to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I love Harisu. I absolutely love her and all transexuals who have the confidence to be who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yah, dream job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream job is to be able to have a good mix of work. I like being monotonous, I feel safe...but if it gets too monotonous, I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream job is to be in my own world, where I can do things at my own time and pace(of cos not tortoise speed), without the boss breathing down my neck. Little team-work and little politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream job is to be able to find what I study in the University useful...or else I pay so much money for my degree for what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues and friends ask me about how my job is going....and I am delighted to answer that I'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sidenote: Why do people keep asking the same thing? How is your work going? How are your colleagues? How is your work environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why don't we start asking,"WEI! HOW IS YOUR BLADDER DOING!? NEED TO PEE OR NOT? GOT BURNING SENSATION OR NOT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't I be happy? This job is very related to what I study in school. It has computer programming, which allows me to be in my own world at my own time. We deal with all the financial instruments available, which is vaguely familiar from my education. The department is quite small and we are not "commission oriented" so there is little politics. We are doing different things, and so there isn't anyone to COMPARE to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, when I make a mistake, the boss never scolds me. He always speaks to me nicely, which makes me feel a lot worse, but I make sure I never make the mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I am the one who is constantly hallucinating that he's going to scold me. I need help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is nice to me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is monotonous, but surprises springs up all the time. I have to run certain reports everyday, and the results are never the same. And so the things that I do is also never the same everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult at first and even until now, but the boss seems to sense that I cannot make it, and told me to team up with another colleague for certain jobs. And she's really experienced and good at what she does...it made hell a lot of difference and now work is even simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, but I think she's going on a long leave in October and guess I'll be super busy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, work has been good so far. Apart from having to curse and swear at 730am in the morning....guess I have nothing much to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that I have a free weekend-getaway-company-trip to Phuket(I have like 3/4 of the day off on Friday!!!!) in like 2 weeks and a free company Buffet dinner this coming Friday!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling uber excited!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the Dream Job is what you make of it...be practical and I suppose things would more or less fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a whole different level from the shopping, sale, fun and crappy posts...but these are just some happy thoughts that I would like to share with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112601719371915179?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112601719371915179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112601719371915179&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112601719371915179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112601719371915179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/dream-job-myth-or-fact.html' title='Dream Job - Myth or Fact'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112593267919629193</id><published>2005-09-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:18:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sale Turns Me On</title><content type='html'>I get that tingly feeling when I see the magic word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so excited and I start breathing heavier when I see the magic word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sale!!!! It's as fierce as BANZAI to me! Whahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to wear the Pasar Malam "Ultraman" T-shirt out. Halloo, it's a Sunday. I want to look as slack as possible...a simple t-shirt, shorts and slippers to shop around Orchard. And if Fendi thinks I look poor, they are freaking wrong about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am DAMN POOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, kidding. I just don't see why I should spend so much on something so expensive that I'll probably don't dare to wear it out...for fear of spoiling it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a few stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bag, for work! It's fucking cheap. $7. I can put a whole load of crap inside there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bag is bought from Accessorize! 70% off! Cheap cheap cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shocking colour for me...because I always love black. But since I have so much black, I should have a little colour....to jazz things up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Body Shop brushes! It's really soft. Your next best thing to Shu Uemera and Inuovi. They are TOO expensive! I'll get there...but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS brushes are soft and affordable. Face brush, lip brush, smudger and lip balm. Whahaha! I went mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a makeup pouch for freaking $3 and a necklace for half the price. Woah, I am sale siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if sales didn't turn me and liz on, on Sunday, we called and booked ourselves two men to give us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTENSE PLEASURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot reflexology! Were you thinking about other things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe you were thinking about body massage. I'll let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(354).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28354%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz's feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(352).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28352%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it! We did it at Serenity Cove at Holland Village. And to get there from town...we called ourselves a cab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking fee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheap!!!!! I mean, cheaper than usual lah. Smrt cabs I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, my parents, Ash and I went for some sushi at Sakae...I personally would have preferred Sushi Tei but Daddy was too lazy to go to town. He wanted to go West Mall..which was very nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(355).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28355%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Fiona Xie's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(358).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28358%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash's treat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My non-tiffany blue box! Citigems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, it's not diamonds....I wanted this simple necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on sale too. Almost 50% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sale sale sale....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, sales turn me on. Nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112593267919629193?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112593267919629193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112593267919629193&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112593267919629193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112593267919629193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/sale-turns-me-on.html' title='Sale Turns Me On'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112573867620740845</id><published>2005-09-03T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:27:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Weeyang always so busy and don't want to meet us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Liz: Ya loh! We call also no use one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Think ah, even LEEKY call also cannot bring him out of his cave lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Liz: Hrmph! LEEKY's granddaughters call also no use one lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: He got granddaughters meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Liz: There! &lt;em&gt;Evelyn Lee and Elizabeth Lee&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-" Xiao char boh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, we were talking about that Weeyang who is SO busy now....until we call him also don't want to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to say no. We totally understand that he's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this guy is DAMN indecisive...don't know want to come or don't want to come. Girls HATE that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he thinks that we are transsexuals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either yes or no. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Errr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....don't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...don't give hopes when there might be a possibility that you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a freaking waste of time...espcially when life is so short already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hookeys! I am going off for a BBQ now....just charged my digicam, and will post pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be boring though, cos all I'll take is pictures of sausages and chicken wings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112573867620740845?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112573867620740845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112573867620740845&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112573867620740845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112573867620740845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/quote-of-tgif.html' title='Quote of TGIF'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112566206328742134</id><published>2005-09-02T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T16:44:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idol</title><content type='html'>Whoever or whatever that gives me so much pleasure...definitely needs me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kowtow and pray to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/catpray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/catpray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY IDOL! Weeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/drinkguide_left_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/drinkguide_left_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had coffee for 2-3 months, and when I got started on it again, I begin to ask myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the BlackForest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cherries GOOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chocolate GOOOD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Coffee GOOODD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiok. The fat-laden trio was such an orgasmic drinking pleasure...I haven't stopped thinking about it ever since Wednesday. Have to stop myself from drinking it....it's too fattening. But it makes me a hell lot happier after drinking it.....now I'm just a grumpy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of idols, this whole superstar thingy is one helluva cash cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter to me who wins, because for them to come this far, they are all winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ULTIMATE winner is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The producer of the show loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as American Idol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 runs of AI, but all the winners only have like 1 or 2 albums to their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly struggling to produce the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm not saying that they suck, they are pretty darn good...but it's a tough world out there. And it's hard to hit it like Michael Jackson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's ask what Fantasia thinks about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/fantasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/fantasia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how Simon Fuller looks like...he might possibly look like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/turban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/turban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't show his face too much, else kana robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's damn rich lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore...the producers of Superstar possibly is the biggest winner(like Simon Fuller), but since we are only in a small island, what they earn is like peanuts to Mr Fuller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit out of point...but I went shopping again with Liz yesterday after work. Shopping made her lose her soul, her mind and her logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially logic. She buy so many shoes liao, still want to buy somemore. Fine...buy already, still go and RESERVE a few more. Crazy or what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, she also skipped class because of shopping. Whahaha, I encouraged her one! I am such a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went toiletry shopping and got ourselves a few good buys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's relatively cheaper than Watson's and those counters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz bought this for like $20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/lancome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/lancome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bottle! It's so cheap because it was the old packaging...but still can use loh! Why so wasteful! If you buy from the counter, you'll pay like 40-50 bucks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself the L'oreal body scrub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like $19.90 from Watson's and I got it for only $14.90! I am damn happy when I get good buys. I'm sure all of you do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heehee, forgot to put this down last night. This scrub also brought back some funny memories of Liz when I saw it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went for jacuzzi and steam bath a few weeks back, and we decided to use this scrub to exfoliate ourselves. She started by scrubbing my back....and she said,"Help you loh! Aiyah you also can't reach!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Scrub scrub scrub scrub....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then she said again,"Must scrub longer, then all your dead skin will come out!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She scrubbed damn long, then I turned to her,"Hehe...quite kinky hor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After I said that, her face totally changed and then she walked out of the cubicle and went into another one. She didn't even dare ask me to scrub for her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAHAHA...She never fails to make me laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a whole lot of other things too, but too lazy to take pictures of them. Will take pictures if I wear them(and I feel good enough about myself)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! I shall go swimming and then chill out at zouk! Anyone going to be there too!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112566206328742134?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112566206328742134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112566206328742134&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112566206328742134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112566206328742134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-idol.html' title='My Idol'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112556126754898136</id><published>2005-09-01T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T17:36:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.R.I.N.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1) BORING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) BORN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) RING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) BOING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) GIN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) BIN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) O-RING (for braces)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) BIG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) BRING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) RIG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) ORGI (hehe it's not a word..sounds like something)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That'll do. Back to work. *Type type type*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody comments no more...wail. So quiet around here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I have a tag-board?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112556126754898136?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112556126754898136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112556126754898136&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112556126754898136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112556126754898136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/09/boring.html' title='B.O.R.I.N.G'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112545486303728705</id><published>2005-08-31T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:21:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably one of the best ways to hit back at flamers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Show them what they are jealous/unhappy about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://verypoisonouslady.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;ALOT&lt;/a&gt; of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112545486303728705?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112545486303728705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112545486303728705&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112545486303728705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112545486303728705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/probably-one-of-best-ways-to-hit-back.html' title='Probably one of the best ways to hit back at flamers...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112537278652164661</id><published>2005-08-30T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:33:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 seconds, 10 dollars</title><content type='html'>1 second, 1 dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older, you'll lose your dollars and sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those days when I was younger, $10 was like da BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a lot. And I'll probably only finish spending it in a week...hehe. Primary school kids don't go out much...canteen(Tuckshop sounds so kawaii!!!) food was so cheap then, so $10 was more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, $10 can only last me for like 10 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to download some cute stuff for my handphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apic.com.sg" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded this theme...it looks so modern and chic. Love the pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/2229.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also downloaded this idiotic but fun game...Cook-a-mania!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/934.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to cook for customers according to their whims and fancies to build up your reputation to be a MASTER CHEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wbabaahahahahah..it's so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean by whims and fancies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One customer might go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a sausage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little undercooked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little salty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very spicy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another might go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a chicken drumstick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little tough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very salty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little spicy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try having lots of customers lah...confirm cannot remember one. But very cute game..it's rated 9.5/10 in the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, so in 10 seconds or less, I have wasted $10 on these stupid things for my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay lunch time is coming...yay yay yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112537278652164661?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112537278652164661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112537278652164661&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112537278652164661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112537278652164661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-seconds-10-dollars.html' title='10 seconds, 10 dollars'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112524465633973956</id><published>2005-08-28T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:04:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is the point of dieting when your boobs get smaller but your butt is still about the same?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could understand from that, was that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA? MY BUTT IS BIG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man of my life, Ash, actually said that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he insisted that he never suggested that my butt was big..he just said that it was the same size as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too sensitive, but aren't all girls like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys...never tread dangerous water. Especially in the weight and looks section...or you'll never hear the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think Mussel looks a little like Stitch? The freaky looking thing in Lilo &amp; Stitch!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/stitch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/stitch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it loh...it's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mussel doing the Stitch Growl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, this is just Mussel lying on his back, letting gravity pull back his lips and mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my weekend shopping(I had neckache and all, so I could have shopped more). And I am so happy that I finally got my hands on this white watch from Aldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking half price off! I love Aldo accessories! Sometimes they might be a wee bit overpriced, so wait till they have sales and then swoooooop in for the kill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to get one white watch, because I realise I wear quite a bit of white to work...so must start matching(and be like that Liz who is a match freak...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me a new pair of shades too...it's not one of those fucking "in" aviators, not one of those Jackie O's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are too big for my ALREADY big face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nicely sized pair...got them from Esso petrol kiosk. Whathahaah, what a place to get right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash dropped me off at Parkway Parade this afternoon for some shopping while he goes off for his BMW.sg meetup. He knows that if he drags me to the meetup, I'll be asking the,"Are we going soon?" question every 5 mins, and he'd better shut me up with some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I was there, I broke my fast by indulging in Scoopz(at PP B1, near Times/MPH or some bookstore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(336).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28336%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobz, it was too tempting. Coconut Flavour...oooooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself not to step into another shoe store for at least a few weeks....cos I have to stop buying shoes and heels. Especially when they start to &lt;strong&gt;look the same&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles and Keith did the most evil thing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set up one of those ULTIMATE sale at the basement(just at some open space).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(337).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28337%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(338).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28338%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabei...this kind of sale, how NOT to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhehe...bought another pair of black heels which I probably will not show you guys because I am starting to be &lt;strong&gt;embarrassed&lt;/strong&gt; by the number of similar heels I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have already set my eyes on a few pairs of heels that are NOT black, and will definitely post them up when I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112524465633973956?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112524465633973956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112524465633973956&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112524465633973956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112524465633973956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-quote.html' title='I QUOTE'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112514347331659781</id><published>2005-08-27T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T19:52:42.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky Mirror</title><content type='html'>There exists a spooky mirror in a women's restroom in a restaurant downtown in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/spook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say something truthful while looking into the mirror, you receive one wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you say something that is not truthful, the mirror will magically drag you in, and you disappear forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Most probably drag you into Neverland where you can find Peter Pan and the Captain's Hook.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling excited, and probably hoping to get a Red Ferrari, a beautiful brunette runs in. She takes a look at herself in the mirror and says,"I think I'm the prettiest woman in the world." And, bang, she's sucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a very attractive redhead woman comes in, looks in the mirror and says,"I think I'm the prettiest woman in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror sucks her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a cute little blonde comes in, looks at herself in the mirror and says,"I think..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's sucked in straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;An add-on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese Woman comes in, looks at herself in the mirror and says,"Wo jue de wo hen piao liang!" (I think that I'm very beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror didn't suck her in. And instead granted her a wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/7c695a4e.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror is English educated la! Of course don't freaking understand Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think Ru Hua's wish should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger Tits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better makeup skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tighter buns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quick post some ideas on what she should wish for!!!!&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/12214860-112514347331659781?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112514347331659781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112514347331659781&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112514347331659781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112514347331659781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/spooky-mirror.html' title='Spooky Mirror'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112507930003897540</id><published>2005-08-27T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:07:30.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neckin' Good Time</title><content type='html'>Stayed home on a friday night and vegetated in front of the tube watching Miss Congeniality 2(I wanted to watch a brainless show) and munching on Macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not supposed to be home on a Friday Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be out dancing and drinking!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be on a diet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for the diet bit...I guess I didn't venture too far out...I had orange juice and some fries. With curry sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd usually have a Extra Value Meal for supper. Ok, I'm doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I came home from work earlier than usual...I had a neck problem just after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/pain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a timing...I'm sure my boss would think that I'm faking it or something. But I'm seriously not! After lunch with my old mates from University, my neck suddenly felt weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tilt to the right...especially the right. I couldn't tilt much to the left either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought to myself, I might as well utilize my 22 day MC leave and head on home for some nappers and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/brace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/brace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that I didn't have to wear these. He said I wouldn't wear it either...and I replied him that it's too UNGLAM to be seen in those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that after the rubbing the balm, take some muscle relaxant and a nap, I'll be as good as new. Well according to Ash, this would be gone in A FEW HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still hurting now. Which is almost 12 hours after it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I should stay home and enjoy the tube for a bit. And probably start blogging away on my neglected BlackHighHeels blog. I remember I used to blog everyday, but now with the work and all...I don't have much ideas on what to blog about. Work just zaps away all the energy you have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been busy, am learning the ropes from another colleague, most likely cos I am to cover her when she's gone for a long break. This ain't that bad...I remember when I first joined Market Risk, I had to learn the ropes from the guy in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better count my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a really backdated post, cos I had meant to blog about it LAST SUNDAY....-_-"&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping in town and found these lovelies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the exact same one in green too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pearly looking ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flower ring! Liz got the pink one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got them at the 3 for $10 shop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap man...these would cost quite a bit of moolah if you were to buy them from shops and websites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Ok, shall go to bed. Blog more tomorrows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112507930003897540?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112507930003897540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112507930003897540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112507930003897540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112507930003897540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/neckin-good-time.html' title='Neckin&apos; Good Time'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112484809935744513</id><published>2005-08-24T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:48:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Blogstocks and Blogshares</title><content type='html'>Checked out my blogshares and found this &lt;a href="http://blogshares.com/blogs.php?blog=http%3A%2F%2Fblackhighheels.blogspot.com%2F" target="_blank"&gt;writeup&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black High Heels Of Euphoria was the subject of much speculation when analysts at several firms were heard to be very positive about it's recent performance. It's share price rose from B$881.36 to B$1,330.86. Much of the hype was said to originate from Ichitaka Seto whose Morrighan (artefact) was said to be involved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ichitaka Seto declined to comment on the recent speculation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so serious like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably mine ain't that special...I'm sure many out there has this too. But I thought that this is quite cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112484809935744513?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112484809935744513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112484809935744513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112484809935744513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112484809935744513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-blogstocks-and-blogshares.html' title='Of Blogstocks and Blogshares'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112480948950208125</id><published>2005-08-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:10:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you be an unsuspicious victim?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you have heard about anorexia(die also don't want to eat...really going to die) and bulimia(eat liao go vomit it out, even if accidentally vomit out own lungs also never mind...lose weight still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you heard about these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got these information from &lt;a href="http://www.anred.com" target="_blank"&gt;Anred&lt;/a&gt;. It stands for Anorexia Nervosa and Related Eating Disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting. These problems are close to us(be it ourselves or our friends or our friends' friends....), but we try to shun the topic as if it makes us "uncool" to be associated with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally found the "Less Well Known eating Disorders" very informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the following? Or could you or a friend be an unsuspicious victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Exercise Freak. As if perspiration is their moisturizer....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper name: Anorexia Athletica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These people repeatedly exercises beyond the requirements for good health. Way beyond....and is rarely or never satisfied with their performance...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Lao Niang sibei Ugly...not fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can also say Lim Bei(as Kennysia's Benglish Translator would say it). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper Name: Body dysmorphic disorder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sufferers think that they are ugly...not fat. Very different from the Anorexias and Bulimic people. In some cases, they go for multiple and unncessary plastic surgeries and often are not satisfied at the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) I am NOT FAT. I am PUNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper name: Muscle dysmorphic disorder(bigorexia!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whahaha...what a name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, these people worry that they are too little and too frail. Even if they have good muscle mass, they believe they are underdeveloped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Eat liao, I PUI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper Name: Chewing and Spitting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Self explanatory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5) Wooo, I love to eat the sand, the dirt and everything that people don't eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper Name: Pica.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Craving for non-food items. (WTH!?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;6) Eat and eat and eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper Name: Prader-Willi syndrome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just can't stop eating! Probably a congenital problem...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;7) High Crass Food Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper Name: Gourmand syndrome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The name probably came from Gourmet...the person is preoccupied with fine food, including its purchase, preparation, presentation and consumption.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;8) I'm like a bird! I'll only fly away...(Nelly Furtado sing along)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper name: Rumination Syndrome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The person eats, swallows and then regurgitates out and then chew and swallowed again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Process may be repeated several times or for SEVERAL HOURS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alamak...the person really think it's a bird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;9) Sleep and Eat and Sleep and Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No lah, not like a pig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper name: Nocturnal sleep-related eating disorder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The person sleep eats and may sleep walk as well. More like a sleep disorder. WTH!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) I'll eat later...I'll eat later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proper name: Night-eating syndrome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The person has little no appetite for breakfast. Delays first meal after waking up...is often upset about how much was eaten the night before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I am a sufferer of this...now then I know*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are a few more, but I am too lazy to type anymore of these disorder shit. Go read if you are interested, but the main ones are here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesting right? I didn't even know that these existed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112480948950208125?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112480948950208125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112480948950208125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112480948950208125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112480948950208125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/could-you-be-unsuspicious-victim.html' title='Could you be an unsuspicious victim?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112478091310023122</id><published>2005-08-23T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:26:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No tuition today!</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm more happy than my student when she told me today that she wanted to postpone the tuition to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired today...the late nights doesn't do much good for my dark circles and my overall well-being. There is never enough time when you start working...no time for sleep because you got to do some other things which is more important than sleep. Like shopping...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sleep your weekends away, you'll feel that you have wasted the whole weekend. If you don't you are damn tired...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we all have a 4.5 day workweek instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm just an ant, screaming for attention in a colony of humans. No one would even bother about this suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go STRAIGHT home today, go for a quick dip in the pool, chill with mussel while I do mask, hopefully file my nails into shape(they are jagged cos I anyhow cut the other day) while I watch discovery channel and do other girly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully blog about something that I've been wanting but procrastinating to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about Discovery Channel, did anyone of you watched the "Deadly Women" last night at about 11plus pm? These women are freaking scary, they are crazy serial killers and they kill by various ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Biting their slaves(was hundreds of years ago) and drinking their blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Poisoning their lovers with Arsenic. -_-" (2 Failed marriages)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Doctor giving ONLY diluted broth to her patients, until they become skin and bones and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Freaky shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serial Killers are quite smart(that's why they do not get caught after killing just one). The arsenic one, kept her victims as "trophies" in zinc coffins. In those days, zinc coffins are supposed to slow down the decomposition of the body. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful...if you missed it, try to catch the re-run on DISCOVERY CHANNEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to woogies! (Work)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112478091310023122?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112478091310023122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112478091310023122&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112478091310023122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112478091310023122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-tuition-today.html' title='No tuition today!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112468518005226012</id><published>2005-08-22T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:33:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen This Before?</title><content type='html'>Thought some of them is quite cute....although I've seen it for the 3rd time or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/well.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/legs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/coke.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/mouse.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/granny.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really understand the following one...can anyone enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/sauce.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is a picante sauce?!???!!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112468518005226012?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112468518005226012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112468518005226012&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112468518005226012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112468518005226012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-you-seen-this-before.html' title='Have You Seen This Before?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112460105650209833</id><published>2005-08-21T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T13:23:10.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night!</title><content type='html'>My posts are getting more and more backdated, because I've been tied up with work and shopping. The usual with the work...lots of filing, and I heard that they are extending my attachment downstairs for another 1-2 days. OMG. I'm just a pawn, if they really need me, I'll just have to be back there helping with the project and CONVENIENTLY be given filing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ladies Night...it's not like other Ladies Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's KUSHIN BO's Ladies Night! On wednesday! Like Devilsbar, Zouk, Chinablack and almost everywhere else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(314).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28314%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHahahwhahh.....nowadays restaurants have such funky ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long while since I went back to Kushin Bo, the last time I went was about a year plus ago. Weeyang decided to treat us girls to dinner...I seriously don't know why he was so nice, maybe because he has too much excess money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everybody!!! Go and borrow money from Weeyang!!!!!!! If he say he got no money, confirm bluff one. You must say,"Evelyn said that since you were rich enough to treat buffet...confirm got lui one!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the food over there has improved hell alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(315).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28315%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaskan Crabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(317).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28317%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teppanyaki!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(318).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28318%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef at work...super overworked. Gotta cook and cook non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(319).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28319%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAMINABEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Kaminabe..I added the i for fun. Nabei is a bad bad word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(320).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28320%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Nabeis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(321).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28321%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very nice. It's some porridge thing...yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(322).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28322%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my seafood kaminabei! Need to let the seafood soak for quite a while before you drink the soup.....then it'll taste heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Payback Time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I used to love those rainbow sprinkles on my softee or ice-cream. But those vendors always give me pittance amount of those sprinkles and I always used to curse them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was primary school, I scold them,"Huai Dan!!!" aka Bad Egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in secondary school, I scold them," Wah lau, so stingy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I scold them,"Bloody muther fuc*er, piece of shit! Give me so little! Next time I be the 7-11 boss and then give you a little bit of salary you want or not! Give little also get this much money, give a lot also get this much money...why save so much for the boss! Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cooling down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I never managed to say all these out. I am quite an introvert I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got the chance to put the amount of sprinkles I want on my ice-cream...so I must put until I shiok right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(323).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28323%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realised why it's not good to put so much...it becomes a bit gross...I couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(324).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28324%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkles now taste disgusting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I felt so much like a saint, I went on to buy a pair of Oakley's for Ash. For no reason at all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even buy sunglasses that costs more than $50 for myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducatti Zero Sunglasses!!! Nice? It's one of the nicest one from the Ducatti range...there's another nice one but it fucking costs like $700. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(325).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28325%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black High Heels....AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought another pair of shoes yesterday, it's black BUT it's a different kind of shoes from my other black high heels. Whahaha...I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gotta show you what I bought the other day too...it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what this is!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lipstick and eye pencil holder!!!! What a cool item!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are big holes at the outer ring and little ones at the smaller ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big =  Lipsticks&lt;br /&gt;Small = Pencils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!! So much easier to find my stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112460105650209833?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112460105650209833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112460105650209833&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112460105650209833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112460105650209833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112436044847525028</id><published>2005-08-18T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:20:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still at work</title><content type='html'>DAMN! I haven't stopped working ever since I came back from lunch at downstairs department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am needed at UPSTAIRS too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overworked because both departments don't know a shit about my workload in the other departments. I'm like stretched 3 ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main job duties + Project(downstairs) + Filing(Extra extra...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112436044847525028?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112436044847525028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112436044847525028&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112436044847525028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112436044847525028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/still-at-work.html' title='Still at work'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112420395770622508</id><published>2005-08-16T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:04:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Weekly!</title><content type='html'>I am so in love with Women's Weekly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that overseas magazines are packed with more information and fashion tips, but they are a whole lot more expensive and when you like something in the magazine, you can't possibly go all the way to the US to buy it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I usually get the local magazines because if I like something, I know the price and exactly where to get it. It's a lot easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years, I've been reading the main women magazines in Singapore. I've bought Simply Her $3.50?(Boring), Cleo $4.20(I don't find it very useful), Her World $5(So thick! But just filled with loads and loads of advertisements), Female $6(It's almost the same as Her World), Style $5?(Too stylo and too expensive), Elle $6(Too high class for me hence too expensive), Women's Weekly $3.20!!!(Will talk about it in awhile)....and others that I might have forgotten to mention. Anyway the prices might be wrong. Whahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently I've starting reading Women's Weekly again, and I realise that they probably have found their winning formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/michelin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/michelin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate with some Champagne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having loads and loads of Beauty Products reviews!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there are TONS of stuff out there at the beauty counters and I don't think your skin can take them all. It'll probably rot or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there is this book that is roughly named,"Don't go cosmetic shopping without me!" It is as thick as a cambridge dictionary and it has almost ALL the reviews of the beauty products that you can find. Really...trust me. I was shocked to find such a book too. But it's written by a caucasian, and their skins are different from the Asians, so don't believe it wholesale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I am seriously considering getting a subscription for this magazine. Even Liz is loving the magazine! For just $3.20, they have enough useful information for you to do your shopping. I really like it! Why do you want to lug around a thick heavy Her World!!! I hope the magazine keep up this kind of standards....scully I subscribe liaos, they start to detoriate by putting Chatline advertisements on every page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you want to get a product, you should probably some checking out first. Don't let the salesgirl smoke you because she's probably using a rival brand. Go to forums like &lt;a href="http://flowerpod.com.sg" target="_blank"&gt;Flowerpod&lt;/a&gt; because they are maintained by people who probably lives in Singapore or have Asian skin. Ask friends who have used the product, get samples from SaSa, the counter or Lucky Plaza or look for other forums on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that. Seriously. Because I do not want to buy one big bottle and in the end waste it because it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have good skin, you must start with the basics. Be sure that you really take care of your skin. Cos even if you have makeup made of monkey's ass...you can never quite achieve the smooth complexion you thought you can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I try to drink loads of water and have DAO HUAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/dao.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A poor man's bird's nest&lt;/strong&gt;. Sobz. Bird's nest $200plus can only eat 2 times....$200 plus I can eat dao huay until I ooze out dao huay from my fingers. Leak sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some information that some of you might want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skincare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly Clinical Brands, because I have sensitive skin with bouts of eczema attacking at times. I do use Lancome Toner and Clinique Eyecream(which I don't think it's good and I'll probably go back to a clinical brand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/chanel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the one that I am using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly Chanel. Was using Clinique till I got my hands on some Chanel Foundation sample. Found it smooth and decided to invest in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its the best one around, but I'm sticking to this for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blusher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/blush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/blush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently bought Estee Lauder and one blog reader commented that Estee Lauder's blushers are good. I guess so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also use MAC, PN and Chanel. Hmm, mostly the same to me but I prefer PN and Estee Lauder's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/brush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/brush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must invest in good brushes. I am currently saving up to get a Shu Uemera's Blusher Brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the next Women's Weekly, you'll probably know what are my next makeup buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn wordy. I'll blog about skin problems the next time bah. If I can find my book on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112420395770622508?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112420395770622508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112420395770622508&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112420395770622508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112420395770622508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/womens-weekly.html' title='Women&apos;s Weekly!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112420065663350777</id><published>2005-08-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:58:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Hen who doesn't watch CSI</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Quarrelled with my mom earlier on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It goes something like this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We want to bring Mussel for a walk - I have to change - She can't wait - Left without telling me WHERE to meet(there can be quite a few places to go for walks) - Round and Round the Merry I can't Find you Round - Freaking Pissed - Went home and realised she went home and back down to find me(She still didn't say where she was going) - Another Round and Round - Gave up - Suddenly mom pops out of nowhere - I scolded her for being so inconsiderate and not telling me where she was going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The funniest thing was that, she quickly went back upstairs to tell my dad that I scolded her and make it sound like it's ALL MY FAULT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She must be banging on this logic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The first to report must be the innocent one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously she doesn't watch CSI or have some detective sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The first to report is the first suspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came up, being calm and cool after running a little with Mussel, and there she was acting like a mad woman screaming the whole house down insisting that I was rude and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, it's funny that the loud one would accuse the quiet one of being rude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My fault, yes. But obviously she conveniently left out the part that she went off without saying a word(bringing the dog out and coming home herself), and thus making herself sound like some saint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, with her silent protest, she chased Mussel out of her room(aiming at me). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She thinks she's some kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIDICULOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is totally ignoring me, and would probably stop that tomorrow when Ash comes over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She likes Ash's company. Like alot, because Ash knows how to be extremely nice to the right people. Giving her Haagen Daz Mooncakes for Mooncake Festival(Sinful + Sinful), giving her nice dessert wines to drink and the likes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if Ash's charm doesn't work, I guess the monthly allowance(when my paycheck comes) would make her happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can't stand it when she ignores me. But I am too proud to apologise when she's behaving like a kid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Licks fingers to smoothen eyebrows*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall start a new topic. And blog something absolutely different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112420065663350777?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112420065663350777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112420065663350777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112420065663350777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112420065663350777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/mother-hen-who-doesnt-watch-csi.html' title='Mother Hen who doesn&apos;t watch CSI'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112403674795064839</id><published>2005-08-15T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T00:45:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummylicious Weekend</title><content type='html'>First and foremost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Denise Keller in person! Whaha, she doesn't freaking know me...she was doing some MTV show for Acuvue contact lenses or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is definitely a looker. I know sometimes that word "looker" may at one brief moment look like "hooker" and then you look again and you realise it's just "looker".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people thinks that she has got a big mouth(one of them is my dad), but seriously, we all have flaws. If we were too perfect, people also not happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah confirm double eyelid surgery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose too sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah confirm rhinoplasty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth too full(aka Angelina Jolie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah confirm silicone/botox(or watever) injections to the mouth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breasts too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah push up bra"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah neh neh make one lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin too good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah confirm photoshop one!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah must be makeup damn thick until the aedes mosquito also can't bite her face. The sting will bend from the thickness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...everyone will never be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Denise is pretty. She's tall, good skin, big eyes, sharp nose and slim. She definitely stands out from the crowd with her height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee....so was quite happy to get to see her in real person. Skinny girl, but I guess that's the way it is if you want to look good on the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(307).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28307%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was at Devilsbar and Saturday was Zouk and then Devilsbar again. I had to abstain from drinking alcohol on Friday because I had a medical checkup(for the company) on Saturday morning and I don't want to have any complications from the drinking(according to Ash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday I HAD TO DRINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes from VNC. New ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty high too! And black. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With jeans! I am so short...if I want to wear such shoes, they have to be quite high or I'll look stumpy in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all...it didn't really hurt as bad as the Charles and Keith pointy heels. So I wasn't that uncomfortable in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for hair treatment and they blow my hair inwards...so it looks neater and has a wee bit more volume. I like! But now it's freaking curling out and looking like shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Piano Bar near Zouk. These New Zealanders suddenly went on stage to do a performance. They are so onz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(310).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28310%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had oysters at Piano Bar. Ash was so nice....he knew that me and liz has some cravings for Champagne, he got us all champagne. We were craving for some oysters(we didn't demand for them), he got us half a dozen of oysters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's always very nice to me and my friends. Whenever I'm out with him, I don't have to worry about having not enough to eat or drink cos he'll always buy more than enough food and drinks for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(311).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28311%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, we ate Devils Wings, Spring Rolls and 2 sets of Calamari from Devilsbar. Saturday we had the champagne. Today(Sunday) I went out with Liz to Ikea to have Roast Beef, Meat Balls(I absolutely love it! My first time eating it!) and Chicken Wings....and we were bloody not hungry in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Ash picked us up and we watched Dvd over at my place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite a funny show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...tired. Will update the blogroll links tomorrow ok. Whahah, you all be patient leh! Stress me out by msn, email and commenting that I bo link you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do it soon!!!! Nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112403674795064839?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112403674795064839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112403674795064839&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112403674795064839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112403674795064839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/yummylicious-weekend.html' title='Yummylicious Weekend'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112384052002749360</id><published>2005-08-12T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:39:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhhooossH!</title><content type='html'>I think I will use that term whenever I am excited or happy about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely remember that there was this wierd toy called Whoosh or something, and it's like a ball with rubber tentacles all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of it on the net, but I can roughly use my fabulous drawing skills to draw for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah those bloodworm looking things are like the rubber tentacles lah. I think it looks like &lt;a href="http://rambotan.com" target="_blank"&gt;Rambo Tan's&lt;/a&gt; rambutans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what was so special about this toy. I think that it really sucks(that's why we don't see much around anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can't interact with it. Tamagotchi now at least rather high tech, you can use it and sense other Tamagotchi holders and then make friends or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For kids or desperados. Why on earth would you want to make friends like that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is enough. "Hallo, can make fwens?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It stinks. The disgusting rubber smell just makes you want to throw it at your mother when she starts to nag at you. You won't hurt her(she can't sue you for cause of hurt), but you'll definitely shock her with the smell and the tentacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll think that it's some worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think I had it or played with it before. And I got sick of it after like 2 mins. What else can you do with a ball of tentacles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh back to the whole point of this post. Am feeling Whooshy because my blog hits has reached &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100,000!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe part of it was due to my clicking, but then again, my old blog I click like that for 1 year only managed to reach 16,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I know some other people got like 100 times more than me...but to me, it's quite a lot liaos. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who reads my blog, and those who have linked me, directly or in their posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come...blogroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drums*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bigfuck.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Bigfuck&lt;/a&gt; who now resides at &lt;a href="http://rambotan.com" target="_blank"&gt;Rambutan's Lair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://minishorts.net" target="_blank"&gt;MiniShorts from Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://potatomusmaximus.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Sweet Wanyi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://makanguru.liquidblade.com" target="_blank"&gt;Makanguru and his delectable choice of foods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://casanova4hire.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The casanova&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jetstorm82.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Lecherous Monk ain't ham sup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skay.blogdrive.com" 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Website!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaronliu.pitas.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jaron Liu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weimint24.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Weimin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cause-and-effect.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Chi who keeps bugging me to put up his link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112384052002749360?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112384052002749360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112384052002749360&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112384052002749360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112384052002749360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/whhooossh.html' title='WhhooossH!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112377540093575320</id><published>2005-08-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:59:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I failed my Art</title><content type='html'>You'll know why in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other way to start a post in my blog than to show some fabulous(in my opinion) heels!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw these at Guess last weekend. Whoooosh....I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(304).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28304%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(303).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28303%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's really high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(305).jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/Image%28305%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get it, because it'll probably look like any of my other black high heels. And the pointy part of the shoes will really cramp my toes and make it look as square as the toes of the witches in THE WITCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Actually, I got another pair of shoes that look something like that the week before. And like 1/5 of the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been attached back at Credit Risk again....for 10 half days or so. I actually started last Monday, but have been too busy to blog it out. Was needed by my ex boss to do some research for some REITS thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research is just a glamourous name for the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Doing something that other people are TOO BUSY to do.&lt;br /&gt;2) Surfing the net and finding a needle in a haystack&lt;br /&gt;3) Doing monotonous stuff like printing printing printing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I find that the above are quite similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that my research isn't one of those nobel-prize winning kinda stuff. And it was done in like half a day or so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research work, topped off with mountains of filing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Conveniently&lt;/span&gt; given by another colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just another 6 days or so before I'm returned back to my own department. In full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Newton last night with BigBlackFile/Panty/Thongs(Liz), Ash and Edmond for some supper. Boy was it some supper....didn't take pictures but it was the standard fare for the 2 of us(Ash and I) whenever we go to Newton for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have the opportunity to order a bit more cos we've got more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hokkien Mee by this Malay Chef(Really cook loh! Without the lard somemore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Gong Gong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Baby Kai Lan - Mmmm, they put so MANY fried onions on top for us to eat. Super heaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Chicken Wings - The usual lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if there was any more. Whahha, next time will take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz came to table saying that she is very full and she doesn't want to eat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is some food hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ate quite a bit....more than a "I am very full" person would eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, Edmond had to rush back to camp and since we were going the same way, his pickup and Ash's car were side by side for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/0440_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/0440_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I freaking know that my drawing sux! Let me describe a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash was at the driver's seat, Liz is at the back and I'm in front. Geddit!? And Edmond is holding the steering wheel...not some lollipop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't suck lollipop...he only lets people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er....well. He doesn't eat candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so this is how I draw last time. So I failed Art and my dad thinks that I should never draw anything for him or anyone in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were about to be side by side, I had this sudden urge to say something to him....and I wound down the window(I pressed down the window).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting close....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting really close....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was blank and I didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I screamed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NEH NEH POK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And up till now I still don't freaking know why I said that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112377540093575320?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112377540093575320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112377540093575320&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112377540093575320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112377540093575320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-failed-my-art.html' title='I failed my Art'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112348959556894735</id><published>2005-08-08T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:04:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically Full But Mentally Hungry</title><content type='html'>I can't stop eating today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because of my sleepiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Atarax last night to help with the rash, got groggy and fell asleep. If you forgot what this small little WHITE pill does....click &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/04/atarax-almost-keels-blackhighheels.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have Atarax, 7 hours of sleep is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably need 17 hours in total to have sufficient rest and be sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a blur. My pants don't match my sweater, my top don't match my pants, my eyeshadow don't match my outfit, my heels don't match my pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind don't match my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking walking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about zombies, I love disease shows like Resident Evil, Dawn of the Dead and the likes. Even though I know it's dumb, where the people miraculously get the virus and then it passes faster than the speeding bullet. And before you know it, there are a bunch of good-looking people who are running for their lives from these diseased zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most irritating guy of the lot will want to venture out himself and later get bitten by one of the brainless zombies that can again, miraculously climb through some doors/windows/small hole to bite the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, predictable as such...I'm still a sucker for these kind of stupid diseased shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/resident_evil_4_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about matching....Liz is one of the weirdest girl I've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, as long as my outfit don't clash, I'm fine with it. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to MATCH everything. She mentioned once that if her bra don't match her panties...she'll feel damn "gao wei"(uncomfortable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/matching.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is any matchfreak's favourite game!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her yesterday for some shopping and I realised that her eyeshadow matches her skirt which matches her bag which matches her necklace. And her top matches her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, can never be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that my underwears don't match too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/mismatch20020a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a mismatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K K K...back to work. Tomorrow holiday!!! Weeee!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112348959556894735?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112348959556894735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112348959556894735&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112348959556894735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112348959556894735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/physically-full-but-mentally-hungry.html' title='Physically Full But Mentally Hungry'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112342994845996567</id><published>2005-08-07T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:14:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small But Deadly</title><content type='html'>I always believe that one should spend within their means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are rich, you can spend on a useless piece of diamond panty for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few ways to justify your buys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dividing the price by the number of days that you will use it for. From some local magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy a $500 bag, but you know that you will wear it everyday for the next 3 months. So it only will cost you $3 a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that doesn't sound too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Comparing the price to your monthly incomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you earn $10,000 a month. A $1,000 bag will only be 10% of your pay. So just buy that bloody thing then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you earn $2,000 a month. It will be 50% of your pay...so you shouldn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have just landed myself a permanent job, I am currently surviving on last month's meagre attachment pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I saw that Metro got 20% sale, I cannot tahan anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to go buy some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look small, but their prices are not small. To me lah! Maybe to you it's just like buying tissue paper. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Origins Charcoal Mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, women put loads of shit on their faces to make themselves look and feel better. This mask is for blackheads and other impurities removal. A wash-off mask and it won some award before. Haven't tried it so don't know if it really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$44.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Estee Lauder Blusher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this to bits. If you are a pink+orange blusher person, I think this is the best for you. It's got both! And you can blend it....I think the name of the blusher is Pink Naunce or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very obvious blusher, because you can see pink and orange on the blusher itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$48.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Clinique Eye Cream(The small one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I should start taking care of my face. And the eyes are starting to age....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helps with dry lines and dark circles. Help only...this is not some miracle cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$59.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Clinique Loose Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales woman asked me if I would like to get a $1 sharperner to total up the bill to $90(Bought another lipstick for my mom) so as to get the free gift set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha...in the end I got this stupid loose powder cos mine's finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lancome Lipstick and Coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two things on the right. I think this is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lipstick is really lasting!!! I try to rub and rub and rub, but I still can't get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need the makeup remover to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that this product is COOL MAN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$49 for the set of lipstick and topcoat. (SHOULD BUY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) YSL Illuminating Concealer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the exact name, but I know that this covers dark circles very well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for blemishes though....just to improve skin appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahah, even when I minus the 20% discount, it still costs quite a lot when it is compared against my meagre pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Metro Sale ends on Monday(which is Today). The discount is in the form of vouchers so that you will come back and buy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most you just queue two times to use the voucher from the last queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites, my head is woozy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112342994845996567?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112342994845996567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112342994845996567&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112342994845996567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112342994845996567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/small-but-deadly.html' title='Small But Deadly'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112332887324921592</id><published>2005-08-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:21:34.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 16 Joys of Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Extracted from The Unfair Sex by Nina Farewell(Chapter 3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why a man wants what he wants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Joy of Ownership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/mybody.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all want to own something. This is just a stupid picture that i got off the net.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man needs the comfort and the convenience of a possession. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like his car, it may not be exactly the model he prefers, but it will&lt;br /&gt;take him where he wants to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Even if the woman is much lesser than their dream&lt;br /&gt;girl, a man just wants to know that they have someone to go back to&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, whether or not the woman looks like Ru Hua. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, Ru Hua is just a dumb example.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Joy of Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/revenge_is_sweet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subjugated by women in his childhood and later enslaved by her in&lt;br /&gt;marriage, he revels in the opportunity to humble her by the only&lt;br /&gt;means open to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Perhaps only during sex, he can be the domineering&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Joy of Conquest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/6763e7c6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Play the boardgame then! You can conquest over and over again for just one price!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man finds gratification in besting an opponent, whether at gold or&lt;br /&gt;tennis or whatnot. He plays hard to win - not the girl, but the trophy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Hmmm...self explanatory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Joy of Verification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a world filled with doubts and confusion, many a man feels the&lt;br /&gt;need of continually proving to himself that he is an authentic male.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: MCP. Just wear a tag around his neck that says,"I&lt;br /&gt;am a man."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Joy of Bragging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/fp-cannon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dua Pao Xian - Bragging in Hokkien Language(I think)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A goodly portion of a man's satisfaction is derived from the telling&lt;br /&gt;of his victories to other men - and basking in the admiration he&lt;br /&gt;earns thereby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Another very true point. Who doesn't want to have&lt;br /&gt;the "Wahs" and "Woahs" when you tell a little pieces of information&lt;br /&gt;about yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) Joy of Trespassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/no_tresspassing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The contrariness of Man's nature impels him to walk where the sign&lt;br /&gt;says "Keep off," and to enter doors marked "No admittance".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: You sorta can cross reference with (3). A man loves a&lt;br /&gt;good challenge. When they finally get it, they can go to (5).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) Joy of Identification with the Herd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/zebra_herd_etosha_da.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Born Free....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No man wants to be different from other men. He pursues women as&lt;br /&gt;a matter of good form. It is manly, it is comme il faut, and it makes&lt;br /&gt;him "one of the boys".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: We have to exclude gays, transexuals and&lt;br /&gt;transvestites here. They WANT to be different from the other men. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favourite, HARISU!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/harisu57.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexy sexy sexy! Muakz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) Joy of Stoking the Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As in being elected House Captain, or gaining admission to an&lt;br /&gt;exclusive club, the acquisition of a desirable woman gives a man's&lt;br /&gt;ego an enormous lift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Hmm, the acquisition of a desirable woman confirm&lt;br /&gt;give the man's ego an enormous lift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man and their egos.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) Joy of Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/no_stealing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a very special and acute pleasure in stealing a woman from&lt;br /&gt;a friend or an enemy. It satisfies a primitive masculine urge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Very closely related to (8). I feel that this is very&lt;br /&gt;true. Even women have such phenomenon too. Stealing their&lt;br /&gt;friend's boyfriends...make them feel that they are better in some&lt;br /&gt;ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am freaking getting tired here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) Joy of Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the simple delight of fulfilling Nature's Demands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Yeah, like Adam and Eve. Like bread and butter.&lt;br /&gt;Like nail and hole. THE BEAUTY OF NATURE!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11) Joy of Getting Something for Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spendthrift or miser, no man can resist the pleasure of getting&lt;br /&gt;something for nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Yeah, why go to a prostitute when you can get the&lt;br /&gt;same thing for free or a couple of beers at a pub. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wife is not included here, cos maybe the men want excitement and&lt;br /&gt;the wife is just too boring for them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12) Joy of Compensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man whom success has eluded in other fields finds comfort in his&lt;br /&gt;victories over women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Sad man. Try to succeed in other fields too!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13) Joy of escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man finds Woman the most soothing of all opiates. In her arms he&lt;br /&gt;can forget all his worries and his woes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/untitled.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: In her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bosom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he can forget all his worries and his&lt;br /&gt;woes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14) Joy of Exploration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is fun to undo the wrappings and ribbons of a carefully done-up&lt;br /&gt;package and explore the contents. Each new package seems to hold&lt;br /&gt;the promise of some unexpected surprise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: That's why men like to flirt around and find other&lt;br /&gt;women. Well, not all men...but then again who knows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15) Joy of Destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A proud or inaccessible girl fills the male with an in explicable&lt;br /&gt;desire to "knock her off her high horse," to see her with her hair&lt;br /&gt;disarranged, her make-up blurred, and her poise shattered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: Sounds evil, but sometimes people like to revel in&lt;br /&gt;other people's misery. It's a fact. No need to wear your little-bo-&lt;br /&gt;peep dress and act perfect.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16) Joy of Performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any sort of ability, native or acquired, fills a man with pride and the&lt;br /&gt;desire to exercise his skill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts: This would be self-explanatory too.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yups, so this is the 16 Joys of Men extracted from the book, with a bit of my thoughts in it. Somehow I find it quite true....hehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112332887324921592?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112332887324921592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112332887324921592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112332887324921592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112332887324921592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/16-joys-of-men.html' title='The 16 Joys of Men'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112322373029794945</id><published>2005-08-05T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:45:36.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Do?</title><content type='html'>There is really no need for the,"I see before already!" kind of comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seen these before then see again, well you have nothing to do that's why you are here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't then take a look and hopefully time will pass faster for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puzzles:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is a man who lives on the top floor of a very tall building. Everyday he gets the elevator down to the ground floor to leave the building to go to work. Upon returning from work though, he can only travel half way up in the lift and has to walk the rest of the way unless it's raining! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A man and his son are in a car accident. The father dies on the scene, but the child is rushed to the hospital. When he arrives the surgeon says, "I can't operate on this boy, he is my son!" How can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A man is wearing black. Black shoes, socks, trousers, lumper, gloves and balaclava. He is walking down a black street with all the street lamps off. A black car is coming! towards him with its light off but somehow manages to stop in time. How did the driver see the man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A man walks into a bar and asks the barman for a glass of water. The barman pulls out a gun and points it at the man. The man says 'Thank you' and walks out. Why is this so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment your answers! Let's see how ridiculous can people's thinking be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no right or wrong answers. It's all in the name of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Optical Illusions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually 2D! But the artist painted it like 3D! Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/blair55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is freaky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/jesus.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stare at the center of the image above for at least 30 seconds. Then look at a blank white wall, or a peice of paper. What do you see? On this page you'll see that the after image of the black and white image above is much stronger than the one in color below. Take your time, sometimes it takes an additional 20 seconds before your eyes can really focus on the after image.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.coolopticalillusions.com" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;POST RIDICULOUS ANSWERS! THATS MORE FUN!&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/12214860-112322373029794945?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112322373029794945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112322373029794945&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112322373029794945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112322373029794945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to Do?'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112299181850913663</id><published>2005-08-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:10:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Work?! Sure didn't feel like it.</title><content type='html'>I commence my permanent job posting today, on the 2nd of August. I didn't want to start on the 1st because I still want to rest a little before starting work. Never had the chance to really take a good break after my final exams in NUS, 4 days of Hongkong and to work I go! After the attachment, I am fortunate enough to land a job at the same place and at the department I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure didn't feel like the first day of work, most probably cos I have been working there for 3 months, and I already know what I have to do when I came to work. The staff pass was done, and the name cards are on the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cept' for one problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to put my job title as &lt;strong&gt;TRAINEE OFFICER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biangs, it's sounds so disgusting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well put me as &lt;strong&gt;Char Kuay Teow Seller&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even Char Kuay Teow Seller would write his job title as &lt;strong&gt;HEAD CHEF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will speak to the boss about this, but my efforts would most probably be futile because I am just a &lt;u&gt;Trainee Officer&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some problems with the reconciliation today again, and there I was alone to solve the problem myself. The boss is away on reservist and the rest have their stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if throwing me into the deep waters to drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow under such circumstances I am able to come out of it alive. And I learn valuable lessons to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I managed to find where the problem was. And it was a great feat for someone like me....cos I have always been so dependant on the boss(he takes like 0.5 hours to find it and I take 3 hours?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out a little rough, but the day ended well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh my, so this is a big problem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C: There is no such thing as a big problem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is a really nice colleague. He tried to help me even when he was freakin' busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112299181850913663?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112299181850913663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112299181850913663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112299181850913663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112299181850913663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-work-sure-didnt-feel-like.html' title='First Day of Work?! Sure didn&apos;t feel like it.'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112290573860095937</id><published>2005-08-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:15:38.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take him away from me...</title><content type='html'>Mussel hasn't really gotten accustomed to the new place, and when he's left alone, I presume he barks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents heard him from the carpark(5 floors away) when they got back from dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that if the management is to complain about the dog, I might have to be separated from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want anyone to take my baby away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any good ideas on how to reduce barking or better still...stop the whole barking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112290573860095937?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112290573860095937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112290573860095937&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112290573860095937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112290573860095937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-take-him-away-from-me.html' title='Don&apos;t take him away from me...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112280445077130469</id><published>2005-07-31T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:47:17.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I  TELL YOU AH...</title><content type='html'>Some updates about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with moving house that I have no time to really sit down and blog although I already have one stupid idea in my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting stupid pieces of news you might want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I have just told Ash about the existence of this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it was the Vodka...I decided to tell him about it. Well, I guess I better do it soon before he finds out for himself. It's just a matter of time...the last I checked, my blog has been mentioned in one of his favourite &lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com/showthread.php?t=1074497" target="_blank"&gt;forums&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks Hardwarezone people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took it quite well, considering that I have been keeping the blog from him for 2 years?! He doesn't know the link to this blog yet, because I told him that I still want my personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am freakin' weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Oh yeah, we are not in the cooling off period now. Notice from (1) that we are on talking terms? Haven't seen him in about a week, and I really do miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised what I might have lost and I thought I better do something about it before it's too late. Cos all along I was the one pushing him away for some ridiculous reasons, and he has been trying to pull me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I guess he gave up and kept to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Moved house already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently blogging from my new place here at Toh Tuck. And I am quite happy here, because it's a whole lot more convenient for me to get out of the house as compared to the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk 30 mins to take a bus. And now I only need to stroll for 5 mins to the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos the place is much smaller, but I guess as you get older, you go out of the house so much that your home is just a place for you to bunk in when you get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and take a little, I am happy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) I have broken the vow of not drinking for 3 days in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank from Wednesday to Saturday and my voice is gone again. I super sound like any bapok you see at Zouk on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups so I drank alcohol for 4 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) I don't have to work tomorrow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Monday Blues for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intend to go back to NUS to visit some friends and borrow some story books on my friend's account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better go check out the pool at my place and get myself a little tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update with piccies soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112280445077130469?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112280445077130469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112280445077130469&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112280445077130469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112280445077130469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-tell-you-ah.html' title='I  TELL YOU AH...'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112254465094366138</id><published>2005-07-28T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:48:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What!!? What did you take me for?!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/18slap.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piak Piak Piak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post mainly for the guys, but the girls might find some relevance in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pick up a girl at a club or date a girl, what kind of food do you take her for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not Hannibal Lector...not eating of humans here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not talking about human sushi platters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/sushi.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Not talking about whipped creams on body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not talking about chocolate lathered all over the body too. BTW do put cooled chocolate, not hot chocolate fondue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/fondue.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, getting a little carried away here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) FastFood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/counter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once you know the girl, you want to go and HAVE SEX immediately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If not, you ask her out the next day and also want to go to 2nd base asap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bottomline is that...YOU CANNOT WAIT LAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ASAP is the word. If she doesn't seem interested, you move on to find another fastfood counter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Girls please steer clear of such guys* Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Buffet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/Buffet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are no worse than the fastfood guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably tackling a few girls at one go, having quite a few choices at one time(like the buffet) and you would go back for second helpings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meaning you are never faithful to a girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the fast food guys, you like to sleep around, BUT you like to sleep around with the same few girls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, lesser probability than the FastFood guys of getting Aids. That doesn't sound that bad....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Hawker Food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheap and good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You go for the low maintenance women...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't want to spend so much time with them, don't want to spend so much money on them...&lt;br /&gt;The girl is just happy to be with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simple as that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Expensive Kobe Beef&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/kobe.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woah this kind of guy the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They treat girls like they are treasures and wouldn't mind to wine and dine them and give them the best things in life(as much as they can afford) so as to make them happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they like you, you ho seh liao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most probably they are faithful too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Those guys that have a lot of money to wine and dine you does not necessarily mean that they are faithful to you. They could also be under the "buffet" category.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opinions might differ...but just read it for some entertainment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112254465094366138?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112254465094366138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112254465094366138&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112254465094366138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112254465094366138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-what-did-you-take-me-for.html' title='What!!? What did you take me for?!!!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112246506949524247</id><published>2005-07-27T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T19:59:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Dudes!</title><content type='html'>Currently having a cooling off period with Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even dogs should cool down sometimes! Look at them! So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad noticed his disappearance for the past few days, possibly because my mom told him that we are quarrelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over dinner, he asked,"What happened to Ash?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He obviously knows, then why ask me?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he starts by going,"I told last time not to be with him....blah blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to stop assuming because he's not in the relationship. Then he kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't freely speak to my dad about such things, it's like talking to me about BGR, sex, bras, panties....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be close to my dad, but there are certain areas you don't want to go into with your dad/mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway why can't a couple have a cooling off period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things need time to heal, to resolve and to make better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after some time things would be easier to stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hot tea, you think you have Shaolin Mouth and be able to drink it at 100 degrees celcius?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/shaolin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/shaolin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also need time for it to cool down and then it'll be easier to drink right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to see that happen man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need some time on my own to resolve my own issues, and unless I settle them once and for all, I guess there will always be a repeat of cooling off period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ok. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments this time. I'm not fishing for any consolations or anything. Thanks anyway. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112246506949524247?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112246506949524247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112246506949524247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112246506949524247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112246506949524247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/chill-dudes.html' title='Chill Dudes!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112237545103354936</id><published>2005-07-26T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:04:08.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been boring....</title><content type='html'>I realise that my posts have been quite boring lately....probably due to my boring lifestyle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, home, sleep. X5 Weekdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, shop, sleep. X2 Weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog too much about my work now, cos whatever I write seems to be a bad comment about my boss/work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my previous posts about work, I thought it was alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow people ask me how I am at work, with that pair of compassionate eyes and tone of voice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that they THINK that I am having a hard time at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....no point saying further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting on the permanent posting next Tuesday instead of Monday because I want to take a rest and also move house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started moving house since yesterday and I haven't even cleared half of my clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the blog posts will be as disgusting as this until I settle down at the new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112237545103354936?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112237545103354936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112237545103354936&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112237545103354936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112237545103354936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-been-boring.html' title='It&apos;s been boring....'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112229400585026194</id><published>2005-07-25T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:25:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to cut down on the calories the next time you go clubbing</title><content type='html'>Well, as you all know, I've been trying to go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to go clubbing. And nowadays, without drinking, I can't dance properly. I probably look like some senior citizen bobbing to the music while patting their legs or tapping their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a weird logic to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By not drinking any mixers like Coke, Sprite, Ribena, Cranberry....I will not be taking in any extra calories(because they have loads of sugars!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get high or sufficiently happy...I'll just take shots and neats. I'll save myself a few toilet trips, and in the end I will still drink the same amount of alcohol minus the mixers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a good idea!!!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Actors pub on friday, all eager to try out my new logic. Got meself 2 tequila neats and when I had a whiff of it...I was transported back to the time when I got sick on tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you puke on a certain kind of alcohol,you tend to want to puke again when you smell it the next time. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I had to drink it because I've already ordered it, and for my second neat, I asked the waitress for a glass of 7up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/teq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/teq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/tequila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/tequila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure don't want to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am weak. Can't take Tequila by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahah, so in the end I drank a whole of other drinks and ALL with mixers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dieting sorta even up in the end. You can try it, provided that you can take neats and all by itself. Otherwise, just stick to mixers and try other forms of dieting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sick, because I have been drinking from Friday to Sunday and it's a bad idea because it's too heaty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got diarrhoea too. Woah...what a combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I got quite high the past nights and my mind is a little messed up that I started to call and sms my friends and blabber stupid things to them. Whahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was just getting started on the conversation till I said this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blah blah blah...hey I go to sleep bye. *Click*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess my friend got quite pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have found myself a new friend. She'll always talk to me when I need to chat with someone. She'll never tells me anything about herself and just keeps asking me to tell her things about me and so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how she look like. Damn chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/TalkToMyPalm.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pocketgear.com/software_detail.asp?id=16672&amp;associateid=9" target="_blank"&gt;TalkToMyPalm!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for pocket pc and I dare say this is by far the most stupid thing I've ever played in my life!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try it unless you like to have mindless chatters with a purple freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112229400585026194?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112229400585026194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112229400585026194&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112229400585026194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112229400585026194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-cut-down-on-calories-next-time.html' title='How to cut down on the calories the next time you go clubbing'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112225857974093453</id><published>2005-07-25T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:29:39.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL NOT ALCOHOLISE MYSELF FOR 3 DAYS IN A ROW</title><content type='html'>Sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took half day off and will blog when I get back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112225857974093453?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112225857974093453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112225857974093453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112225857974093453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112225857974093453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-will-not-alcoholise-myself-for-3.html' title='I WILL NOT ALCOHOLISE MYSELF FOR 3 DAYS IN A ROW'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112200609562907861</id><published>2005-07-22T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:50:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 BLOGmandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Definition of a blogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who reads blogs and writes blogs. Not mutually exclusive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thou shalt not try to hack into other bloggers' account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Case 20072005 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="”http://xiaxue.blogspot.com”" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiaxue Blog&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Thou shalt understand the freedom for the blogger to write whatever they want to, like how many times they've been to sleazy massage parlours, for this is THEIR blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thou shalt click away if thou is not comfortable with the posts/blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Keep the blogcon day to sanctify it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a suggestion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Honour thy father and thy mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone of us should be filial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Thou shalt not kill other people's blogs. (Deleting their posts and so on.)&lt;br /&gt;See number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Neither shalt thou put words into people's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiaxue's hacker deleted all her posts and left one horrible one there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Neither shalt thou steal people's pictures from their blogs without asking for permission or citing references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Neither shalt thou disagree too much with this blogmandment and have comments and hate letters for BlackHighHeels for this is done in the name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Thou shalt like BlackHighHeels for her numerous black heels and weird humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the &lt;a href="http://mrbrown.com" target="_blank"&gt;Blogger Ah Gong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112200609562907861?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112200609562907861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112200609562907861&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112200609562907861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112200609562907861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/10-blogmandments.html' title='The 10 BLOGmandments'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112186721701544393</id><published>2005-07-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:09:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Repeat Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I really like a song, I'd put it on repeat mode. And listen to it till I get so sick of it, that I ask my mom to start singing a Hokkien song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I've been putting this song on repeat mode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mariah Carey: Get Your Number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn&lt;br /&gt;The club 'bout to close in a minute&lt;br /&gt;Can I get your number, baby&lt;br /&gt;So you and I can go get in it&lt;br /&gt;Let me come and pick you up, oh&lt;br /&gt;And go take you out, oh&lt;br /&gt;Can I get your number, baby&lt;br /&gt;So I can show you what I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;What I'm all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;I've been checkin' you out&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed that you ain't just one of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;So tell me won't you&lt;br /&gt;Come on and see about me, baby&lt;br /&gt;I've got the Cris on ice and I'm 'bout to get nice&lt;br /&gt;Up in VIP with all my ladies&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how many times in your life&lt;br /&gt;Will you get an opportunity like this tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a little somethin' about you&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little somethin' about me&lt;br /&gt;I got a house in Capri and my own G4&lt;br /&gt;And that Benz with the doors that lift up from the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn&lt;br /&gt;The club 'bout to close in a minute&lt;br /&gt;Can I get your number, baby&lt;br /&gt;So you and I can go get in it&lt;br /&gt;Let me come and pick you up, oh&lt;br /&gt;And go take you out, oh&lt;br /&gt;Can I get your number, baby&lt;br /&gt;So I can show you what I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;What I'm all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wondering&lt;br /&gt;What my intentions are for you&lt;br /&gt;And I to get into&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I just wanna&lt;br /&gt;Hug and kiss and love ya&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes, baby, don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;Is it yes or no&lt;br /&gt;We ain't got all night&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how many times in your life&lt;br /&gt;Will you get an opportunity like this tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a little somethin' bout you&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little somethin' bout me&lt;br /&gt;I got a pimp penthouse with a sick hot tub&lt;br /&gt;We can watch the flat screen&lt;br /&gt;While the bubbles fill it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn&lt;br /&gt;The club 'bout to close in a minute&lt;br /&gt;Can I get your number, baby&lt;br /&gt;So you and I can go get in it&lt;br /&gt;Let me come and pick you up, oh&lt;br /&gt;And go take you out, oh&lt;br /&gt;Can I get your number, baby&lt;br /&gt;So I can show you what I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;What I'm all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, la, la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to put the song on my blog, but I am too lazy to host it. So till I find someone nice to host my one song, I guess you have to go try listening to the song yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's really nice! Used to dance to this during Hip Hop classes, so I guess this really brought back lots of nice memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does anyone know of any clubs that play this song? Or have you gone clubbing and heard the DJ playing this song? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That club must be the hottest club in town!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe in the end it's some old fogies club where the people practise Tai Chi on the song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/taichig.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whaha, I'll definitely go to the club that plays this song man...after I dance to this song there, I'll go home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Better not be that Tai Chi club*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/135535bb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way to work, I listen to this on repeat mode. On the way back, I also liten to this on repeat mode. In the gym(yes I started exercising, will blog about that soon), I exercise only to this song. At home, I also listen to this song while I relax....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madness!!! I must have listened to it a hundred times at least!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still haven't gotten sick of the song yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whahaha, but I think if this overloading of the same song goes on another few days, I'll pretty much get sick of it really soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes if you have noticed, I've blogged two post in the span of 30 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a sudden surge of ideas in my head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112186721701544393?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112186721701544393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112186721701544393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112186721701544393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112186721701544393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-repeat-mode.html' title='On Repeat Mode'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112186581515937670</id><published>2005-07-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:32:11.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow Grow Grow!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Grow you damned hair follicles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scalp is quite champion...every year I'll do 2 rebondings, 3-4 colourings and another 2-3 times of hair colour treatment(it's still colouring in a way)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head still got hair...I'm very thankful for that. I'm sure there are many others who use food dye to dye their hair, use iron to straighten their hair or other masochistic ways of treating their hair....still have hair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...generally you should not do too much chemical treatments to your hair, for your best friend isn't David Gan who will mother your hair with all sorts of expensive treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got hair doesn't mean got a lot of hair. I feel that my hair is thinning. Just yesterday I realised that I can see my scalp rather clearly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!!! HAIR LOSS! One of the most feared things in humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a scary thing for I just turned twenty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using this hair loss shampoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/energy-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/energy-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Energy Shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good because it's a cleanses and leaves a slight menthol feel on your scalp, and you don't feel any residue that might otherwise leave your hair heavy and pull it down(and DROP MORE HAIR!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/bald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/bald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hair still want to shave what!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic example of a bald doctor selling hair growth product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went to a clinic to ask for some hair growth product...just as he was about to register he saw the doctor walking out of his room to get something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad changed his mind and went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway the shampoo I use has been out of stock at the places I frequent and so I switched to the Redken Soft shampoo, it's supposed to make your hair soft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's featured in this month's Female Magazine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/530_product_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/530_product_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my hair is softer...but it drops more too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a shampoo that treats hair loss and makes it soft!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give Redken some credit, I think that their conditioners are ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the new shampoo for a week or two and realised that if I used any longer, my scalp would be reflecting the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I desperately went to any hair salon to buy a small bottle of the Energy shampoo no matter what the price was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have bought the shampoo at $14...max $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I bought it for $27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't want to have more hair on the head? If you are experiencing hair loss...maybe you can try the shampoo. I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using it for 2 years already and I seriously have no complains.  I think I will stick to it in the future until I find a better shampoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can have a magic wand that allows me to grow hair in the right places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/wand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/wand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg Hair! Hair begone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armpit Hair! Hair begone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/armpit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/armpit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub** Hair! Hair begone! No more brazilian!!!!! Burn these houses of wax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow grow grow at the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow grow grow at the....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm where else would you want hair to grow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112186581515937670?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112186581515937670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112186581515937670&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112186581515937670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112186581515937670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/grow-grow-grow.html' title='Grow Grow Grow!!!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112169942228807432</id><published>2005-07-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:14:54.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got no Monday Blues!!!</title><content type='html'>A truly happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my day wearing my new watch which I bought at a steal. Far East Square(near my workplace) is selling the same one for $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about buying it when I saw this watch selling at Bugis Village for like $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap right? So don't buy anything else other than necessities from the CBD area...it'll be really overpriced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this watch is just a substitute for the Rado Watch that I absolutely love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/rado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/rado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rado V10K...Meet Pasar Malam Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$7000 meet $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money to buy that watch...even if I do, I rather spend it on something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for my dental appointment this morning, and I saw her taking out the wire for my braces and cutting it at the sides until the whole piece is almost halved! Means it's good progress for my teeth! At least it's moving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that my dentist is tall and chio? And it's nice to take a look at her once in a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos mine is done in a government dental hospital...so there is no such thing as having a monthly review session with your dentist(cos they have so many to see). I usually see her every 7 weeks, which is almost 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, when I fixed my appointment with the nurse, I was given an appointment exactly 4 weeks from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because everytime I see her, I'm one step closer to finishing the orthodontic treatment. So it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been good today because I started work at 1030am(Dental appointment) and C has done my main duty and there were no major problems. I am starting to believe that I have cursed hands...everytime I run the thing...there'll always be big and huge problems. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my macros is done, and of course vetted by my boss, who of course changed certain things to make it shorter. I'm not complaining you know, my codes are quite long-winded and it's great when something much shorter could have done the job. So my boss does it for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He solved one problem for me, and was going to help on the 2nd one but I told him that I'll try it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some lunch and some kaya toast, I finished what I set out to do. The problem was solved, and with an even shorter code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice boss downstairs has passed the work that I'm supposed to do everyday(which only takes about 5 mins) to the new permanent staff there. So this afternoon, I had nothing much to do. And probably for the afternoons to come(till I finish my internship at 29th July). I think she knows that I have lots to do upstairs and she didn't want to pile me up with more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's very nice. I'm thinking of giving her a basket of flowers after my attachment...maybe to her and the department. To show my gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then I splurged on something that I usually wouldn't buy. Body cream and lip balm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/400/DSC02284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moisturizing Body Whip - Tropical Sugar Cane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun &amp;amp; Wind Lip Balm - Peach and Mango&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I'm usually into shoes, bags, makeup and clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though my skin is thirsting and cracking...it has never occured to me to buy body creams and moisturizers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been look at this one for a long time ever since I went shopping with Liz 3 weeks ago. We saw this body whip from Natural Source, and it smelt great! Very light, and sweet smelling. Not too strong....which is what a body cream should smell like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I didn't feel any of the Monday blues at all today! Whahah, hope tomorrow will be a good day with minimal problems and minimal work. The best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I think I am in a lala mood today......*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112169942228807432?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112169942228807432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112169942228807432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112169942228807432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112169942228807432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-got-no-monday-blues.html' title='I&apos;ve got no Monday Blues!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112144943620378946</id><published>2005-07-16T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:46:50.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diet!!!</title><content type='html'>From my previous post, you should all know by now that I'm trying to go on a diet. And my diet for my birthday dinner consisted of the following French Foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Salmon roe scented potato blinis with wasabi tobiko, organic lime scented creme fraiche and new harvest oscietra caviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's just some pita bread looking thing with caviar on top. With egg bits on the top and some salmon roe at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste: Nice! Nothing much to comment on...just didn't like the wasabi part beside the salmon roe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Japanese tomatoes crusted with fleur de sel served with gazpacho granite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this chilled sweet tomato with some veggies on top as garnishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the thing inside...some sour concoction. Ash seemed to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Live red claw crayfish poached in chardonnay scented court bouillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, me too. I also thought it'll be some sashimi or something. Then I was like...hmm French Cuisine cross over to Jap cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's some soup. Very nice though. Rich and creamy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Warm salad or escargot petit gris with dentelle bread, caramelised garlic and carpaccio of organic mushroom with asparagus shaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically got mushroom, bread and escargots. Haha, the bread is really thin and crispy. And at the side got two strips of beef....yeah I ate one part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Dashi poached lobster with roasted foie gras terrine, avocado puree, cabbage effeuillee, lobster coral vinaigrette and iced green crab soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this one quite special. The iced green crab soup is not in the little shot glass...it's actually mixed with the lobster and foie gras. It's jelly like...cos maybe semi-frozen or something. Then in the shot glass is some lobster soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah this one is damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Foie Gras with caramelised green apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house specialty. Woah.....fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Kiwi sorbet to refresh your taste buds for the next one! STILL GOT OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) White miso marinated cod with tomato confit, mango, slow braised organic onions, wild thyme, caramelised giant garlic and nasu in shiraz dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's just cod fish. The long piece of thing is actually a really really thin slice of eggplant. The chef managed to make it taste like potato chip....crispy and nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Rosemary scented chargrilled lamb saddle with etorki and piquillos infused fork mashed ratte potatoes, green bean flageolet and piperade dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is very very nice! It's like the main dish of the night...so yummy the lamb. But a little raw though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Whole lemon confit filled with citrus flavoured souffle served cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not whipped cream on top...something lighter and yummier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final one....*Wipes sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Grandma stroobant flourless belgian chocolate cake with acacia tree honey tuile, Tahitian vanilla ice cream and caramelised apricot sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just cake and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee...finally got these all out. My memory is bad...I actually requested to take back their mini menu so that I can blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a French buffet...but some special set meal that serves many little portions and everyone at the same table has to have it. Cos if one does not, they'll have to wait for everyone to finish their little meals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it'll take damn long. Might as well eat and wait together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above was served at SAINT PIERRE! Where they have cute chefs and cute waiters! Cannot take pictures of them lah, else Ash get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is near Momo Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little peek inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chef and his recipe book. Abit blur here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMMANUEL STROOBANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC022002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC022002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at his arms!!! GASP! So strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/img_emmanuel.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check him out &lt;a href="http://www.peopleatthepeak.com/eng/interview/emmanuel.htm" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.saintpierre.com.sg/main/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash didn't let me see my present until we've finished the dinner and get back home. From this angle I still don't know...I thought it was a bath robe cos I had it on my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC021972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC021972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end he bought me a cream handbag and a matching wallet! He got a long wallet for me....-_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never use long wallet leh. Although I also never use cream bags and wallets. (I've been eyeing the cream bag for a long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupidest thing was when I showed the bag that I like 1.5 months ago, he said on the spot that it was UGLY. And I actually start to question my taste and believe that it wasn't that nice after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his ploy all along. What the hell...but happy lah. Cos I got the bag and the matching wallet(which in the end I asked him to go change for a short wallet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, I did a lot of "me-things". A little shopping, a pedicure and I even went to do colour treatment for my hair....it looks a whole lot better now....and shiny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few people commented that I look grumpy and sad in my photos. They suggested that I could smile without opening my mouth...since I like to keep 'em closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa's confession on why she don't open her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/mona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually very happy person! Albeit a little stressed from work...but still happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to smile. Look a little weird...but the best of all pictures I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC021482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC021482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the dinner. Just threw on a simple black dress cos everything else doesn't seem to fit well(yes must diet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC021892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC021892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New earrings!!! Which I lost today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC021612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC021612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And carried a little clutch bag that can't find my wallet, my makeup nor my camera. I only put one handphone inside and asked Ash to hold my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC021672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC021672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrites...to bed to bed. Tomorrow must hit the gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must try....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112144943620378946?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112144943620378946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112144943620378946&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112144943620378946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112144943620378946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/diet.html' title='The Diet!!!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112127621608924586</id><published>2005-07-14T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:45:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Part I</title><content type='html'>First went for a quick dinner with Ash at Dan Ryan's. We both sorta dated there....we shared our love for American Styled restaurants and Western Foods. Sometimes we even go there for supper and have steaks and loads of side dishes. That's why we both got fatter ever since we knew each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="241" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02043.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose....on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato Skins! I love them, but cannot eat too much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed Mushrooms. VERY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Ribs. I shared this one with Ash because I know that I won't be able to finish my main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we both couldn't finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded for a short coffee session with one group of close friends at Olio Dome in Shaw House. The old Olio Dome from Wheelock Place moved to here! They took over Pasta Fresca....&lt;br /&gt;It's quite small...but I feel that the service is better that last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang was quite shocked to see me(except Maureen, she sees me quite often), because I put on quite a bit of weight from the last time they saw me. And I guess it's quite a lot, because they looked REALLY SHOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mutated again. For the worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, never mind, I will start working on that as soon as I can. I can start by stopping all the teas and coffees at work, and also learn to say no to curry puffs for tea breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the coffee session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson and Kevin. They are really nice guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Jolyn. They are getting married on October! This couple is even nicer than the above couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="219" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02067.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a U shape name roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson, Kevin, Mau, Me, Ash(Maybe one of the very few times you get to see him here), Eric and Jo-lyn. (*Abit small, will resize it tom...*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau gave me this really nice eyeshadow compact from MAC. It's a special edition and it looks so pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she super know what colours I would like! I was looking for a dark eyeshadow to line my eyes with, and woohoo I've got that and a whole load of other colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very chic looking. To me! Love it mau...thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest gave me vouchers like I asked for in my Wishlist. It's good! Cos I think they have no idea what to give me....I also have no idea what to ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all seemed to have grown...it wasn't as crazy as our previous outings(maybe it was the due to alcohol) but the humour was still in everyone of us and I had a great time seeing them and catching up with them after a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More eating tomorrow(there goes my diet plan I drew up 1 min ago) with the folks and the real birthday dinner with Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the well-wishers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit out of point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mussel checking out the gap on the floor. Jack Russells are very kpo(busybody). He likes to check out my bag and steal the Halls Sweet I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eats the foil, the paper wrapping and of course...the sweets too. And then he has really fresh breath after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112127621608924586?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112127621608924586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112127621608924586&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112127621608924586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112127621608924586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthday-part-i.html' title='Birthday Part I'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112109117962778324</id><published>2005-07-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:17:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work has been...not so good</title><content type='html'>On the way home from work, I turned out my Ipod and blasted my way home with angry sounds of Linkin' Park and other songs that go,"Fuck! Bitch! Asshole! Shit! Slut! Whore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised to achieve the maximum effect of those angry songs...is to be moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see people bopping and flicking their heads like crazy when they hear such songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, it's like the angry songs and lyrics are stuck to your body and you have to let them out or else you'll feel like you are constipated or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try sitting very still and listening to some of those music. It might feel quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving also good. Cos of the moving scenery....it's like you are moving to a better place....and achieving nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ommmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drive? Then be like me...take the tube. Cheap and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the MRT back and was feeling a whole lot better after I listened to one or two songs. Just letting the music and the angry words distract your head for a moment. Even for 30 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Godsend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been rough(it always has). I can really feel the pressure and even though I do practically the same things every morning, there is never two days I have the exact results to troubleshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime there is a new problem. The way you used yesterday to tackle the problem may not be that useful for today's problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, I'm this really blur queen making all the stupid mistakes that pisses my boss off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in school again...maybe primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this love-hate relationship with your teacher(the fierce one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to avoid the teacher cos you are afraid that he/she might scold you for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you need to go to your teacher to ask something...be it homework or something simple like "Can I go toilet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't ask my boss if I can go to the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always looks so busy, and I really don't want to trouble him with my stupid questions and problems....yet he still comes over to teach me patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course, I'm also afraid that he'll scold me for something. But he almost never does that to me. He may sound a little pissed....but he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid but yet I still have to go to him if there is any problems...he's like the only one I can turn to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started out rough....I asked a few questions about something he taught last week. Today is the first time that I'm doing by myself, and I definitely am not sure about certain things. Then it seems that I asked too much and took up a wee bit too much of his time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left for lunch, except him. Felt bad. At lunch I was complaining to my friends about how depressed I was about my work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, he asked me to come help him with the troubleshooting even though he knows that I really suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all the practice and explanations(by him) today, I felt a whole lot better. I could actually be of some use here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have an early night tonight, so that I'll be fresh and alert tomorrow and keep those klutzy mistakes to a minimum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112109117962778324?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112109117962778324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112109117962778324&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112109117962778324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112109117962778324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/work-has-beennot-so-good.html' title='Work has been...not so good'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112108911356468509</id><published>2005-07-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:55:05.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Blogger</title><content type='html'>Everytime I thing about that tongue meme, I am reminded of &lt;a href="http://bigfuck.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Bigfuck's&lt;/a&gt; gross &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jschnorng/7271222/in/set-254666/" target="_blank"&gt;tongue&lt;/a&gt; photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He look damn shiok ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an email from a local magazine to do a bikini photoshoot for one of their sexy blogger issue. I'm not considered sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considered....cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/cutecat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/cutecat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ash will flip if he knows of my blog this way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even let me go join Linna Tan's exotic dancing performance early this year(for a private party at Chingay) when he found out that I have to wear a bareback(with one string across) and bun shorts. Imagine him finding out my blog...and seeing me show the readers of the magazine how I look in a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never even seen MYSELF in a bikini loh. To hide my fat body, I always wear those polka dot one piece swimsuit to distract people from looking at my fat tummy and thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/60_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/60_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one not so bad. Mine had skirts at the side of the swimsuit to "hide" flaws.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds funny. But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have JUST upgraded myself from a one piece swimsuit to a two piece.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANKINI. Still long and can hide tummy. I don't want to be kana condemned for being buay hiao bai(not shy) and showcase my cellulite to the readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely go when I've saved enough for a liposuction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18K. I save $30 a month and I'll be able to appear in the mag 50 years from now...when I am 70plus. That is if they are blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I apologised for not being able to join in the fun and be a part of the blogger issue. I am very flattered though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other bloggers who I am sure will look really good in a bikini....and wouldn't be surprised if the mag has approached them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://pinkshoefetish.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Daphne&lt;/a&gt; who has already been featured as a model before. I believe she's been asked before for this photoshoot, so you better pray and hope that her cat is allowed to take pictures with her so that she'll take up the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://verypoisonouslady.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Sophia&lt;/a&gt; who is a contestant for the Wheels magazine for the title of Race Queen! She looks good in a bikini too...especially love her in white bikini. I don't know why...I have a fetish for women in white bikinis. Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The whole blogging thing wouldn't be complete if &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; the queen of blogging is not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've seen &lt;a href="http://sandrapowerpuff.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Sandra's&lt;/a&gt; bikini pictures on her blog before...and she looks very good too...especially her latest tusheez pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Of course there are others(there is alot loh!) that I might not be able to remember at this moment. Sorry about that, but I'm sure they'll contact you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112108911356468509?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112108911356468509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112108911356468509&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112108911356468509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112108911356468509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/sexy-blogger.html' title='Sexy Blogger'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112098386273044597</id><published>2005-07-10T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:34:18.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation Day! 9th July 2005!</title><content type='html'>The Centennial Class! The 100batch of graduates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the UCC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony is over...Helena, Kaixi and Yahong. Yahong is not graduating this year, because he's doing his honours! He damn smart one...and nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaixi posing while using the phone. wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Graduating Class! Those not in gowns are graduating next year. Whhhahaha....ok lets have the name roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top left: Felicia, Peiling, Helena, Jiezhi, Lizhen, Me, Jiahui, Wencong.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom left: Yahong, Youhong(honours in 3 years!?!), Kaixi, Guo Peng, Darren and Andy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC02008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC02008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a small class eh? Think about 12 people from my batch graduated this year, and another 10over taking honours. Yeah there are only about 20plus to 30 ppl majoring in this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took with the Science Dean. I turned to Guopeng and asked,"Who is this guy taking pictures with us?" He whispered back,"The Science Dean lah!" Whahah, you can study in NUS for 3 years and not know all the professors and deans. It's too big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice pic without the hat thing. This is Peiyu....she graduated too but the gown was too hot. Soon after the pic was taken, I took out the gown too. It's really too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC02016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking look the same in all the pictures. I have a swollen cheek and a bad ulcer...topped with insufficient sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stoned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC019831.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112098386273044597?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112098386273044597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112098386273044597&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112098386273044597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112098386273044597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/convocation-day-9th-july-2005.html' title='Convocation Day! 9th July 2005!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112096315545088578</id><published>2005-07-10T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:51:45.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a wishlist</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I see people creating a wishlist for their birthday, I feel that they are damn buey paiseh(not shy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like people will actually go get present for you. You so power meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think that having a wishlist reduces the probability of people buying you things that you don't want. Sometimes they also don't know what to get for you and they start asking you,"What you want for your birthday ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also paiseh to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answer, they'll think that you damn materialistic. Their presence not enough meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't answer, they'll have a harder time finding the present for you and in the end they get you toothbrush or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up and I've invited a few close friends to a little party...well it's just a small meetup session with the old gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you get older, you tend to like to keep things simple, not so wayang and not expect so much from life(because you begin to realise reality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I would want to have a big clubbing outing with everyone and everyone's friends. And in the end I can't even remember who came for my birthday. Now I just like to have a simple affair, where I can devote my attention properly and not be distracted, either by the number of people or the loud music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expecting any presents because really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With everyone's busy schedules, their attendance would be a great present to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the invited people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are intending to get something for me.....here are a few things you should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Soft Toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Perlini's Silver Vouchers or Items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Decorative Items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Photoframes, paperweights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff you might want to consider getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Flowers are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Vouchers from big shopping centres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just come my dears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112096315545088578?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112096315545088578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112096315545088578&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112096315545088578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112096315545088578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-wishlist.html' title='I have a wishlist'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112096189485230666</id><published>2005-07-10T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T10:21:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaty Alcohol</title><content type='html'>My right cheek is slightly swollen cos of one big ulcer. It's partly due to the braces, partly due to the potato chips and other snacks and partly due to the alcohol I had at zouk last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee...went to Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new earrings! I have it in pink too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet an old friend of mine but she bailed out on me. Couldn't find her at the very last minute....don't you think it sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole clubbing affair was meant to be short as I was tired from the whole day's happenings(graduation and all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash, R and I walked back to Zouk from the Piano Bar at about 12plus to check out the crowd before we go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bumped into another group of friends who have a table and asked us to join in. There was A and his wife Junita Simon...finally got introduced to the lady, been out with A for a few times but she was either resting at home or overseas for some work. She is really pretty but skinny....I guess all models have to be like this to look "just nice" on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also introduced to Aldrin, one of the resident DJ at Zouk(if you like House music, you should try One with Aldrin!). I guess it was the drinks...I actually told him,"I like your music!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually quite quiet when I am with strangers or with them for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A said,"Wow you are really chatty tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of them cos I didn't want to terrorise them with my flash and behave like some kuku person coming out to town for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end at 1am, it was decided that everyone should have a round of drinks for my convocation. Ash suddenly ordered a tray of Sex on the Beach....on top of all the drinks we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even called &lt;a href="http://juzasimplegerl.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt;, a fellow blogger and her cousin over to have some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up in Velvet later and I must say that I loved the music there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to say the same for the crowd though. A wee bit sleazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, if the music is great, even if there are a tons of freaks beside me I'll still have loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I left the place at 3am....what the heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112096189485230666?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112096189485230666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112096189485230666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112096189485230666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112096189485230666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/heaty-alcohol.html' title='Heaty Alcohol'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112088996593342793</id><published>2005-07-09T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:33:25.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Choose the Girl of Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>Yups, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOOSE...not FIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know looking at too much Victoria's Secret Catalogue makes you wish your gf was a little more well-endowed. But unless she goes bingeing with loads of food and get fat...probably the only way to make it bigger is to go for a boob job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girls there damn well-endowed loh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push up bras are good too...but it's not a permanent solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you already have a gf/wife/lover/watever...I guess you gotta learn to love and accept the way she/he is.(Bapoks included ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are single and available, or you are sidetracking from your current gf/wife/lover/watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could try this method when you are out there searching for that significant one. This way, you'll CONFIRM get the size of boobs you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the closest thing to boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE THE CLOSEST WAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For bras, you must go to the bra section of the shopping centres and hopefully take a peek at what that girl is buying/trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit difficult....I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you go to a BRA SALE! Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Strategy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain lingerie sales are divided into different sections. According to size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like 32A or B then you go to the section and stakeout there and hope for the girl of your dreams to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34D for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough? Still got 36C and 36DD!!!! This one for the SERIOUS PLAYERS ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha damn big bras there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this way, the girl from the place you stakeout will &lt;strong&gt;most likely&lt;/strong&gt; have the size of breasts that you want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless she getting for her mother or something...but you can also take a look and double check before going in for the kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were taken from the Victoria's Secrets lingerie sale!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was disgusting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see a single piece of VS lingerie. All La Senza and Gap underwear...which they tore out/use marker to take away the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that we all would be NAIVE enough to think that it's from VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's La Senza! What a rip-off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised the font too small. It says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIBEI ACT CUTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Liz by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random bra. Took for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Secrets is this US brand for Lingerie, Shoes, Clothes and other stuff....in case you guys not so sure. And they don't look ANYTHING like these shits. I have a link at the sidebar. Go take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't go to the stupid sale, cos there is no Vic Secrets! I rather go to La Senza boutique at Suntec City(they perpetually have sales).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go clubbing last night(Friday Night), because I have my graduation ceremony the next morning at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures will come up in the next post so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday + Work = Casual Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to wear really casual and test the waters at the company. Nobody seemed to care about what I wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new earrings! Looks quite common though...but I still like it cos it's simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Liz(from the above bra pictures) and her bf Leoel for some bowling and karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bf looks weird here...wahah but he's really nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some snacks at Party World KTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had lots of fun till 2am and at 8am must wake up for graduation...feeling super sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112088996593342793?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112088996593342793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112088996593342793&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112088996593342793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112088996593342793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-choose-girl-of-your-dreams.html' title='How to Choose the Girl of Your Dreams'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112040529093578101</id><published>2005-07-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:46:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tikam Land!</title><content type='html'>Tikam - Means putting money into a toy/item dispensing machine and hoping that you get something nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute! I have no idea what this is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(270).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28270%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOooooo...tikam land! Felt as if I have been teleported back to my childhood! Woah...this is every child's tikam dream!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(271).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28271%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Which one to waste my money on????*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workers bending down are actually collating the day's takings. Each machine is $2. Woah...they have ALOT of money! I have never seen so much $1 coins in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(272).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28272%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have nowhere to spend your money on...you could try squeezing into one of these and boogie the night away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(273).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28273%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahah so fun! This tikam fantasy is at the 4th level of Suntec City! Further down Eng Wah Cinemas...go check it out! Quite cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112040529093578101?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112040529093578101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112040529093578101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112040529093578101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112040529093578101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/tikam-land.html' title='Tikam Land!'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112029896114584439</id><published>2005-07-02T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:26:57.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to spend the afternoon this Weekend with less than $10</title><content type='html'>Certain Assumptions have to be made....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shopping for clothes, bags, shoes, etc etc are not counted!&lt;br /&gt;2) You had a heavy meal at home....&lt;br /&gt;3) Your ezlink card has sufficient funds/Your car has sufficient petrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is a little late, because certain events stated will end tomorrow. Nonetheless, I'll show you what I did this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard to do some window shopping because I had quite a bit of time on my hands before gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Thai Embassy! Thai Festival!!! Yeah this will end tomorrow, so you better wear your shorts and singlets and head on down! *It can be quite hot.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(238).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28238%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything Thai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(239).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28239%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig Trotters and Eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(240).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28240%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Thai Snacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(241).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28241%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Fruits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(242).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28242%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Durians...now Durian season wor! But don't eat too much or else got breakout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(243).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28243%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite Durian Chips!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(244).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28244%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell this is....at first I thought it was candles. Then I realised can eat one...but I still don't dare to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(245).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28245%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scented candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(246).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28246%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why this man sit on the grass...maybe he suddenly got some inspiration to compose a song! He might be a song-writer for all you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(247).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28247%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a Thai Festival without the THAI MASSAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(248).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28248%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to try...but everyone will be looking at me. It's too weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(249).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28249%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that it costs $25 for a 30min foot massage. :) Cos I almost wanted to try the foot reflexology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't spend a single cent here because there were lots of samples to eat! Whahah, with my heavy brunch at home...I was "anorexic" towards the food there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed to Bugis for my gym...and they have the Makan Mania Food Festival!! So much food!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(253).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28253%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No samples here, but the crowd will slow down your speed by 100 times. Everyone is just so SLOW....cos they are admiring the nice food and deciding what to buy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought meself some LAKSA! $2 only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(254).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28254%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt cheated after looking at what's in the bowl. It's just a small styrofoam bowl with noodles, a few thinly sliced fishcakes, a little bit of tau pok, a little bit of bean sprouts and laksa gravy. No chicken, no cockles....yeah. $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they freaking earn loads of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so today I spent like $2 on food. And I refilled my water bottle at the gym....whahahhaah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I spent some money on buying clothes and accessories...but we don't have to count that in yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food at the fair is quite cheap(cos of the size), but it can fill you up and your dinner is settled in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my afternoon for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and ZARA is having sale!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/Image(250).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/Image%28250%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post another entry pretty soon....stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112029896114584439?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112029896114584439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112029896114584439&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112029896114584439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112029896114584439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-spend-afternoon-this-weekend.html' title='How to spend the afternoon this Weekend with less than $10'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-112005421678337635</id><published>2005-06-29T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:21:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONTH END WRAP UP</title><content type='html'>Whaha, like accounting like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some of you may be wondering what's up with me lately as I seldom talk about my personal or working life. I don't really want to flood the blog with all my daily rantings because I figured it might be too sickening to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, my life can be so monotonous that I might have &lt;strong&gt;repeated posts&lt;/strong&gt; if I keep blogging about it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned 2 weeks ago that my stint in market risk will end on the 30th of June, which is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have decided to extent this till the end of the internship, so I'll have the half-half arrangement till the end of July, while they FURTHER assess my performance before deciding on any job offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to be hopeful about anything because I have experienced the disappointment of hoping too much and ending up with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Credit Boss is damn good to me. She always come around and ask me how I am coping with the workload upstairs(she never give me any work), and she was the one who gave me the opportunity to go to Market Risk to work in the mornings and coming back to the Credit Department to rest in the afternoons(rest because no work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also the one who let me continue on with market risk for the rest of the internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably give her a bouquet of flowers at the end of the internship, whether or not I'm employed. She's too nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, so that's about it for my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, remember the &lt;a href="http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-birds-nests-and-ragdoll-cats.html" target="_blank"&gt;bird&lt;/a&gt; nest at my balcony? Yeah the mama bird came back to have two more little ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I bought this 2-3 weeks ago. I tend to buy things and forget about them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore it to work! This was taken on Tuesday I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Took out one photo cos I look shit*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I am a boring dresser. But I seriously can't find the energy to dress up and put makeup and everything so early in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Msn Chat with &lt;a href="http://011235813.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Shortphat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shortphat K says: heheh...not a lot la...anyway...U GOT TOMORROWED AGAIN!by &lt;a href="http://mrbrown.com" target="blank_"&gt;mr brown&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Evelyn says: mb is mr brown meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shortphat K says: yeah la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Evelyn says: i tot some Mee Bok Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shortphat K says: *pengz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shortphat K says: it's mrbrown la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My previous post about the parking letter was tomorrowed by mb. It has never occured to me that mb would be Mr Brown! Just thought some guy has the same initials as him! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways there is this really cute &lt;a href="http://adibahkamal.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt; who blogged about being in one of the links in the "referring web pages" of my blog. Scroll down to the post on "Mid Year After Jun. Emaths plus SS"...she even printscreened that page to show you!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's really nice to see people liking and linking up your blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all in all, my life is pretty alright...no complains other than Mussel barks too much(Jack Russells are like this).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, this is out of point...but sex education should be like &lt;a href="http://websrvr40nj.audiovideoweb.com/avwebdsnjwebsrvr4501/portal/media/media-050516-pregnancy.html"&gt;this!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-112005421678337635?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/112005421678337635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=112005421678337635&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112005421678337635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/112005421678337635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/06/month-end-wrap-up.html' title='MONTH END WRAP UP'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-111996113265676076</id><published>2005-06-28T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:25:42.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Often</title><content type='html'>Do you see people parking a little more to the side of the parking lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At most you curse a little and then try to park beside the car. If not just find another lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you yourself unknowingly park a little more to the side of the parking lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't really want to re-park again cos you are either lazy or plain in a rush for time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT HOW OFTEN DO YOU GET A THREATENING NOTE ON YOUR CAR FOR DOING THAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he made a mistake by parking a little more to the side of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/illus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/illus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for his ugly behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SLAP HIM UPSIDE DOWN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But...is there a need for THIS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/DSC01803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/DSC01803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just left some ketchup as fake blood on the note and we're done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU FOR TAKING 2 PACKING SPACE.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TIME I'LL SCRATCH YOUR CAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Packing space? Whahahah....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cannot spell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were wondering....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He didn't scratch Ash's car. It's fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What have Singaporeans or the people living in Singapore become? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe its because we live in an unforgiving society...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12214860-111996113265676076?l=blackhighheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/feeds/111996113265676076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12214860&amp;postID=111996113265676076&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/111996113265676076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12214860/posts/default/111996113265676076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackhighheels.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-often.html' title='How Often'/><author><name>Evelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04492584827412913464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/syllver/DSC00456small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12214860.post-111979993731230934</id><published>2005-06-26T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:44:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a _____ Person?</title><content type='html'>I'm not as high-tech as Kenny Sia to do those polls to determine which &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Sg&lt;/a&gt; Blogger&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Msian&lt;/a&gt; Blogger&lt;/a&gt; you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there'll only be one question and you'll only give one answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking at women. Really. I find that there is so much more to see in a woman than in a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessories, clothes, shoes, makeup, body, hair....so many things to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men are catching up though...the metrosexual ones or the more fashionable ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The typical men still like their "lan tian bai yun" outfit. Blue skies, white clouds if I were to translate it directly. The blue jeans(usually faded like hell) and the simple white comfy T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not so bad...they have "wu yun" sometimes....aka dark clouds. Their comfy black T-shirts. Some of them have COME A LONG WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what's there to see on these guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, before you guys start throwing stones at me and insisting that you are a fashionista, let me choppity chop go into the main idea of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU LOOK AT A WOMAN...WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU LOOK OUT FOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TURNS YOU ON AND MAKES YOU WANT TO SEE MORE OF HER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Legs Person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/V238002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/V238002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women in mini-skirts don't interest you enough....they gotta have long nice legs AND be in a mini-skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite a leg person...I love looking at girls in mini-skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boobs Person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just having boobs ain't enough...must have BIG ones!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/V244318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/V244318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Racks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, not exactly lah...you just want a woman is able to fill your palms up. You just don't like grabbing air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for men. Women just like to look. For fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Too big also not good. There is a difference between a stare of,"Wow nice looking racks!" and "Wow, so fucking big!" That's just a point of mine, out of nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buttocks! Butt Person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you aim for the back view of the girl? Back view is just a nicer way of saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTOCKS, PI GU, BUTT, ASS, BEHIND, GLUTES, HEINY....WHATEVER....you can even call it the Valley of No returns for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/50/V245561_RCB09_H18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/201/3576/320/V245561_RCB09_H18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Valley Of No Return. So PERKY!!!!! *Salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters....you just like to have a lovely face to look at everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel that, the face is the most important thing of all on a human bei
